Page 50 of Knot As It Seems

“Sugar?” she questions. “Careful, you’ve got a reputation to defend. I don’t think bad boy vampires are supposed to be calling people ‘sugar’. They might repossess your leather jacket and shit kickers.”

That’s it.

Careful not to injure her further, I get off my knees and kiss her, sipping from her mouth because I wasn’t sure I’d ever get to do that again. “After the hell you put us through, wondering if you were okay, I’ll do whatever I want to with you.”

“That a promise?”

“How needy are you right now?”

“On a scale of zero to DP and make me deep throat someone,I think I’m just about needy enough that I have absolutely no shame in asking for your knot. But I want Moon inside me too, so that when you knot me, he gets stuck and you bruise his dick, mainly because that feels like it would amuse me.”

Moon groans into her and I do not need to be asked twice.

“You do not get to complain about sticking your dick in me, Moon, not after the bullshit you put me through. Now get on your back and stick it up for me so I can sit on it. But we are going to cycle back to the ‘legally inadvisable’ thing later, because I have some ideas. The rest of you can circle around and I don’t know, chant or something? Whatever feels useful to you. Be with you shortly.”

“When do we get to break you out of here? I had some very different thoughts about where and how you’d spend your first heat with us.”

“That so? Honestly if I wasn’t in heat, they’d be making you guys go through supervised courting dates, so you should be counting your lucky stars my system got so overwhelmed it sent me into heat. Otherwise, your dick would be in an entire different zip code than me.”

“I know you’re feeling sassy and don’t want to admit how fucking terrified you were, so I won’t pry, not now, but there’s nothing lucky about you needing this facility. If supervised courting visits are what they think is best, then maybe that’s what we should do. You know, after we get you through your heat.”

She freezes, eyes welling up. “You can’t leave me, Monet. I need…I need to be not here. This is fine while my body rides through whatever bullshit it’s going through, but I don’t want to be separated from you. I told the nurses as much.”

“You did? Why? Why are you so determined to think well of us after the shit storm we caused? Fable, don’t you realize you deserve so much better than what we’ve given you? There’s an entire world out there of decent people. I hardly consider us to be among them.”

Without any preamble, she impales herself on Moon’s thin, curved cock, not giving him the satisfaction of showing her satisfaction. By the look on his face, you’d think he’d died and gone to heaven, but I’m pretty sure she’s getting ready to torture him.

My omega cocks a brow at me, asking me what’s taking so long to give her what she asked for. Calloway definitely got one thing right; she will never beg for anything with us.

Just going to ignore the fact that I get a good look at Moon’s taint and hole before I lean my omega back on his chest, taking in the glorious sight of her. My body won’t let me do anything without paying attention to the rest of her body first, but it’s not like that’s a difficult ask.

“Need to taste your skin first, sugar.”

She doesn’t protest as I run my tongue along her belly, dipping into her cute belly button before running up her torso and across her ribs, pulling her peaked nipples into my hot mouth. I want to abuse them, to make them swollen and irritated and hypersensitive.

She starts whining, squirming against Moon as I do just that, running to one nipple and then the other before using a hand to abuse one while I suck at the other. It’s like an addiction; once I get the feel of her supple skin in my mouth and the taste of wild berries on my tongue, Ican’t stop. I get my mouth fully around her breast, nearly gagging myself on it. And still, I can’t stop.

I’m hard as a fucking steel beam playing with her like this, enjoying the fuck out of the way her scent gets richer the longer I go, then a mere graze against her clit and she’s screaming so beautifully for me, yelling at Moon that she didn’t give him permission to come. When she finally stops, I pull back and study her face, pressing soft kisses all over the injury. “Don’t think you’re ever going anywhere again without at least half the pack. We need to keep you safer than this, Fable. I don’t want you to worry about the alphas that did this; we’re going to ruin them in your honor. You just focus on getting better and getting through this heat, and let your alphas handle the rest.”

Something softens in her as she throws her arms around my neck, a few tears escaping her pretty red eyes. “Thank you for turning out to be the alphas I needed,” she says quietly.

I feel the entire room hold its breath and then they’re swarming her, giving me just enough room to do what she asked of me.

It hits me then, this is the most unified my pack has ever been in our life, and it’s some kind of miracle we lasted as long as we did with her fake copy, because now that I know how good it is to be with Fable, how almosteasyit is to want to make her feel good and to give into all my somewhat buried alpha instincts, it feels as if my whole life has just opened up in front of me.

Somehow, they all find a way to coordinate us, Edric and Calloway holding her legs wide open, Anderson kissing her to keep her mouth occupied, Clement stroking herhair, Jos playing with her nipples again. Moon is sweating and pale beneath her, quieter than I’ve ever seen him, fingers digging into her hips to hold himself still, because every time he tries to thrust into her, she threatens vital body parts with those weaponized nails of hers.

I offer her my wrist as I get into position, her dainty fangs not hesitating to take what she wants. As my lifeblood courses through her, I wedge myself into her body alongside Moon, the tight hold of her nearly my undoing.

It takes enormous effort just to get the tip in, the exquisite agony of how good she feels taking us both, possibly the best thing I’ve ever seen or felt. The guys are groaning in their own quiet ways around us as I push in further, giving small thrusts to get myself coated in her wonderful slick.

She lets go of my wrist without sealing it, leaving my blood to drip along her pretty neck in a tempting way. She’s a goddess with her head thrown back and my blood on her skin, but I’m too focused on getting our bodies to join that I don’t stop Calloway from cleaning me up and sealing the puncture wound.

“Gods look at you, Omega. Taking two of your alphas so damn well. This cunt was made for this, wasn’t it? So fucking greedy for it.”

She’s nodding furiously, mouth open in a silent scream. At least it is, until Jos starts tapping the head of his dick against her plush lips, feeding her in another way. She sucks him down nearly as ravenously as she did my blood, choking on him and fucking loving it.

It almost doesn’t even matter we’re in this sad imitation of a nest instead of home, because I’m realizing here thathome is more of a state of mind. No one is fighting each other, no one is trying to resist anything, and Fable is flourishing because of it.