Page 60 of Knot Forever

Marcus and I have one task we want to do before it hits, and today is the day.

But right now, as Nova’s hands move down, the last thing I intend to do is move. Hell, the world could be on fire and the only thing I’d care about is watching Nova’s mouth press against my skin.

“Nova Chevnik,” I say lazily, and she jumps. Her heart-shaped face lifts to me, those dark blue eyes full of guilt and need and so fucking beautiful, she makes my heart ache. “What are you doing down there, sweetness?”

Instead of responding, she wraps her hand directly around my cock, and it stiffens to full fucking awareness as her soft touch. “You always play with me,” she murmurs, and she disappears under the covers for a moment. Warm breath brushes over the head of my cock, and my breathing speeds up. “Now it’s my turn to play with you.”

I swear my heart stops altogether inside my chest as I watch my cock disappearing between her soft, plush lips. She sucks gently, her eyes closing as she finds a rhythm, and I spread my legs to give her better access as she lays her head against my thigh.

“Jesus,” I croak. I can’t take my eyes off her. “Just like that, baby.”

She sucks me like I’m her favorite cold drink in a summer heatwave, and my back bows as she takes me down until her mouth presses against my knot. I can feel her throat working to take me, stretching her, and I can’t stop myself from erupting into her heat like a fucking teenager on his first time.

My body sags back into the mattress as she cleans me up, her tongue darting out to catch every salty drop. “You’re a temptress. You know that?”

Her laugh is shy as she crawls up the bed, and I yank her into my arms, burying my face in her hair with a satisfied groan. “I want to wake up like this every day. There’s just one thing missing.”

“Wha—”

Her squeal ends in delighted laughter as I flip us, pushing her legs apart and giving me access to one of my favorite places in the whole fucking world. I smirk at her as I push inside and she softens for me, her wet heat pulling me in. Her breathing stuttered as I fuck her into the mattress, leisurely taking my time.

A whole fucking lifetime of this. It isn’t enough.

When we’re both sated, my knot nestled securely inside her as we lie on our sides and catch her breath, I stroke her hair back. “Feeling better?”

Even the tips of her ears flush. “I know. I’m an animal.”

I throw my head back in a laugh. “We’re all animals, love. That’s what makes this so fun. Feel free to wake me up like that anytime.”

And as I stand in front of Nova’s parents house several hours later, Marcus by my side, it’s Nova’s face that stops me from growling at Lara Chevnik when she opens the door. She’s still lovely, and my heart clenches as I get a glimpse of what Nova might look like as we get older. But this woman has none of Nova’s warmth, no laughter in her face, no emotion at all as she stares at us haughtily.

I force a smile. “Mrs. Chevnik. My name is Seth King, and this is my pack brother Marcus. We would like to speak to you about Nova.”

Her disdain is obvious as she runs her eyes over us. “Of course. You’re from the pack that stole her.”

“With respect,” I say, my teeth gritted. “We didn’t steal Nova from anyone.”

She sniffs, but the door opens, and we follow her down the hall. We look around, taking in the home that Nova grew up in.

But as we walk through, it becomes clear that this isn’t a home. This is a house, and one that’s clearly in need of some TLC. Wallpaper peels in the corners, the tiles uneven and breaking under our feet. It’s cold out today, but there’s no sign of any heating.

Things have been moved around to try and cover up the issues, but they’re obvious to anyone looking.

My lips press together as Lara Chevnik leads us into a glitzy living area. It’s a completely different area to the rest of the house. Paintings line the walls by renowned artists, and there are golden statues sitting on the mantel.

Lara sits down, staring at us with distaste as we take a seat on the floral couch opposite. “How can I possibly help you?”

I prop my elbows on my knees, glancing around. “This visit is more about how we can help you.”

Her lips tighten. “I don’t see how.”

I’m done playing nice, and the smile slides away from my face. “You’re in significant financial trouble, Mrs. Chevnik. You owe the Williams pack thousands, and in return, they are demanding your daughter. Is this correct?”

Color flares in her cheeks. “How dare you.”

“No.” My voice is hard. “How dare you. How dare you trade your daughter in payment to a pack that has already hurt her badly in the past. How dare you sit here in this room, filled with items that could be easily sold to pay the debt off, but instead you choose to hand over yourchild.”

She sucks in a breath, but she doesn’t say anything as she watches me warily.

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