Page 71 of In Control

I shift on his lap. “It depends what you’re asking.” I flick my gaze up to his. “I haven’t been shared in all the ways I’d like to be shared.”

“Fuck,” Roman mutters and before I know it I’m on my back and we’re going for round two.

This time when he comes, I grip him around his knot like I’d done for Liam and Esra, and watch as he screws his eyes shut and grunts.

“Awww fuck, Sophia, fuck. That feels good. Your little hands wrapped around my knot, squeezing my knot, feels so damn good.”

He comes all over my hands, ribbons and ribbons of the stuff and I realise if I’m going to keep sleeping with these men, I’m going to have to ensure I take every single one of my birth control pills.

“It feels different, though, doesn’t it, my hands?” My hands are made of bones. They’re not soft like a pussy, like a male omega’s arse.

“Sophia,” he sighs.

“I just want to know.”

“It feels different, like a finger feels different to a cock or to a tongue. They can all feel good.”

“Gabe said–”

“Oh fuck, what did Gabe say?” he asks, still throbbing in my hands.

“That there are ways to train a beta to take a knot.”

His brows drop heavy over his eyes. “Sometimes Gabe talks bullshit.”

“It’s not true?”

He unwinds my fingers from his cock and we lie down together on the sofa. “It isn’t a good idea. The damage it can do …”

“If you can train an arsehole to take a cock, I don’t see why you couldn’t train a beta pussy to take a knot.”

“You’re serious?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say, snuggling my head under his chin. “I want to be with you – I want to be with Liam – properly. I want to take all of you.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sophia,” he mutters and then we’re quiet.

As I start to drift asleep, he whispers, “I’m going to stay the night, baby girl. Keep you safe.”

And I wonder again if I should have told him the truth.

15

Liam

I’m walkingaround on cloud fucking nine, a huge grin pinned permanently to my face. Even the nurses notice. I catch them nattering about me as I walk into theatre, debating the cause of my good mood.

“We’re going to get a new packmate,” I announce.

Marcus peers up at me. “Really?”

“I think so.”

“So it’s not certain?”

“No, but I think it’s going to happen. Gabe absolutely adores her and now Roman’s been won over to our way of thinking too.”

“And Esra?”

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