Page 12 of Believe it or Knot

My omega’s scent blooms and fills the car with sticky sweet cheesecake. My thumb strokes over his pulse point. “Do you need that, Liam?”

A soft whimper. A nod of his head. “Yes, alpha.”

“Good boy,” I murmur, tightening my grip, loving the way he shivers at my touch. “Now take out my cock.”

Liam licks his lips as he reaches over and flips the button with this thumb. He takes his time with the zipper, dragging it down slowly, teasing me. Little brat.

“Omega,” I growl. “Do as I say. I spent all night with you and a beautiful woman in bed and somehow behaved myself. But I am nearly at the end of my patience.”

Liam hums, and shifts in his seat, facing me more fully.

“Did our beta get you all wound up, alpha?” I grit my teeth at his use of the word ‘our.’ My hands tighten on the steering wheel, knuckles going white. It feels so fucking right, claiming Sorrel as ours. I know Liam feels the same. And once Gray meets her… well, it’ll be a done deal. So long as we can convince her.

Liam’s fingers curl around my cock, pulling me out and bending over. “Poor alpha,” he all but coos before his tongue laps at the tip like a cat licking up cream. “Our pretty beta slept with her ass pressed against your cock all night, didn’t she?”

“Yes,” I grit out, forcing my hands to stay on the steering wheel. I’m already stepping over so many safety rules with my omega in the car. I need to keep at least partially focused on the road. Even if what I really want to do is grip his silky dark red hair, hold him down and fuck his mouth.

“She was so warm and soft, wasn’t she? Did you want to slip inside her? Fuck her while she slept?”

I swallow thickly and give a sharp nod. “Yes.” I’ve woken up Liam on more than one occasion with my dick in his ass. He loves it. I’m sure Sorrel will, too, once we establish her consent for me to do that. I wouldn’t dream of touching her like that without her approval.

Liam’s mouth sinks down, engulfing me in wet heat, and I groan. When he pulls away, my hand flies to the back of his neck, holding him there. “No.”

I feel him looking up at me, but don’t return his gaze. I am driving after all.

“I told you I’d give you something to keep you occupied.” He hums his agreement. “Lay your head down. And keep my cock warm for me, omega.”

I can feel his displeasure through our bond, but along with it, there’s a fair amount of relief. Sometimes my omega needs this. Needs to be distracted from everything in his mind with a simple task, a single thing he can focus on. “Now, omega,” I murmur, stroking his skin.

Liam huffs through his nose but shifts until his cheek is resting on my thigh, my erection in his mouth. My fingers stroke the silky strands of his hair. “Good boy. If we have time and you are very, very good for me, mi amor, I’ll find a place to pull over and fuck you before we get to the city.”

Liam purrs.

My alpha purrs in response.

Track 5: Extraordinary Machine

I’m in a weird, depressed and confused state. I have been since I left to run errands yesterday morning, knowing that when I got home, Liam and Rafe would be gone. My little cottage that had felt so cozy, too small with them there, felt huge and empty when I returned, groceries in hand.

Disappointment hit hard and fast, and I had to swallow it down and force myself to unpack and put away my food. When I went to put away my cold items, I stared for far too long at the two items held in place with a magnet, a folded piece of paper and a matte charcoal gray business card, with gold embossing on it. The business card just says Rafe Cordova with a phone number on it. Nothing else. No explanation of what his business is or what he does.

Though I suppose everyone is aware enough of who he is to already know what he does by the time he hands over his business card. Scrawled under the gold in purple glitter ink is a second phone number with the words private cell in front of it.

That was enough to have me gawking at the small slip of paper for far too long before I made myself move, taking the magnet off the items with shaking fingers and holding them in my hand.

I reverently run the tip of my finger over the number before setting the business card aside and unfolding the paper.

I hate to leave you, lovely. But we’ll see you again soon. We have to come back to track down that singer. Use the number if you need anything.

XO,

-L

He didn’t sign his full name and I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. If he’d signed it Liam Cordova, was he worried I’d sell it or something? I would never do that. Hell no, having a note written to me by the man I’ve had a crush on since I was a teenager is worth more to me than any amount of money.

I like that he only signed with his initial; it betrays a certain amount of intimacy. Like there could only be one L in my life, and it’s obviously him.

It’s silly, but I tucked both the note and the business card into my current song writing notebook, like maybe it will spark some kind of inspiration. And honestly, it might.

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