Page 141 of Believe it or Knot

Gray shrugs. “If you really don’t want us to touch you, we can stop.”

Gage kisses the back of my head as his hand sweeps up my stomach under the hotel t-shirt, splaying over my ribs, just under my breasts. “Maybe letting us touch you will make you less angry, though, hmm?”

Liam nods emphatically. “Yeah, maybe we can help you let go of some of that anger. Release it.”

I know what he means by ‘release it’.

It’s so freaking tempting and the way my body is heating up and between my legs is wet, I really like the idea. But I’m still hurt.

I shake my head. “Sex doesn’t solve everything.”

“No,” Rafe agrees, easily bending to kiss my shoulder. “But it can help with a lot of things.”

Another shake of my head has them all going still, pausing in their gentle caresses. “No. I need time and space.”

A furrow appears between Gray’s brows, his pretty gray eyes running over my face, probably gauging if they should force the issue or not. Half of me wants them to listen. The other half… well, she wants them to force it, to make me let them touch me. There’s four of them and one of me, and it wouldn’t be that hard for them to hold me down and coax pleasure from my body.

Gray’s mouth quirks into a little smile, like he knows what I’m thinking before he nods. “We can give you time, sweet thing. But not space.”

My lips part in surprise. “What?”

“What part of ‘you can be mad at us while staying right next to us’ did you not understand, biscuit?”

“We’re never letting you out of our sight again, conejita. Ever. So be mad all you want but do it here. Where we can see you.”

I shake my head at the audacity of these men, frustration bubbling. “You won’t give me space if I ask for it? Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Liam confirms.

“What if I have to take a shit?” I say bluntly. “Will you give me space, then?”

Startled laughs erupt from them, but I’m not laughing. I need to know how far they’re going to push this and part of me thinks they might try to go that far.

“I think we can give you some space to use the bathroom,” Gage chuckles. “But only after we’ve double checked that it’s safe.”

I hum and decide to test their resolve on this, readying to dart between them and make a run for it. “Don’t,” Gage warns, not quite a bark but bordering on it. “I mean it, Sor, don’t be a brat right now. We need to have you where we can see you.”

He lets out a soft oof of pain as my elbow connects with his stomach, but his grip on me doesn’t loosen and the three other men tighten up ranks, closing in around me.

Liam tsks. “Oh, you’ve done it now, lovely. Growly Bear has that look in his eyes.”

My heart thunders in my chest as I tip my head back to meet Gage’s dark blue gaze. They scan over my features, linger on my lips before landing on my gaze again. I arch a brow.

He growls, and then he bends his head and devours me. A hungry rumble moves from his body to mine as he eats at my mouth, his hand laced into my hair to hold me just as he wants. He pulls back just enough to murmur, “Fuck, I’ve missed you biscuit. So fucking much.”

I twist in his arms, slide my hands up to grip his shoulders. “I’ve missed you too.” His arms close around me, holding me close to his body as his cheek rests on my hair, rubbing back and forth, scent marking me.

He’s not the only one either. I feel Liam move behind me, his lemon blueberry cheesecake growing stronger as he presses into my back, his face nuzzling into the nape of my neck. I half expect Gage to snarl or pull me away, but he turns me in his arms again, keeping me wedge between their two bodies.

Gage curls his hand around my throat, using his thumb to tip my chin back. “Kiss your omega, baby,” he murmurs into the side of my head. “He’s been desperate for you.”

“Our omega,” Gray corrects him. “Your part of the pack now too, Gage.”

Warmth blooms in my chest. Gage has a pack now. Like he’s always deserved. Like I always knew he would, even when he told me it wasn’t what he wanted.

Liam inches closer, full lips parted as he asks uncertainly, “can I kiss you, lovely?”

I shouldn’t. God, I know I shouldn’t. I’m not ready to open myself up to heartbreak again. My wounds are still too fresh, still bleeding. But being here with them, having the four of them surround me, it feels… right. Healing. Like I’m finally starting to put pieces of myself back together.

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