Page 48 of Believe it or Knot

A throat clears nearby and I look up, startled to find the guy manning the Ferris wheel standing next to us. He’s undone the lap guard and is staring at us expectantly. “Whenever you’re ready,” he says, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Sorrel flushes from embarrassment and murmurs an apology as she scrambles out of the gondola, my hand on her ass to ‘help’ keep her steady. Yes. Definitely helping and not copping a feel of my beta.

The guy smirks at me. I smirk back until I notice his gaze latch onto Sorrel’s hips, the swell of her butt, that little curve of her lower cheek that Gage was absolutely right about being on display.

A low warning growl erupts from me and the guy rightfully pulls his gaze off my girl. “Sorry,” he says. Unapologetically. I huff and hurry after Sorrel, who’s halfway to the exit for the ride.

Once we’re through the waist high gate, we stop, waiting for the rest of our group.

It doesn’t take long. Sorrel steps back at the single-minded approach of my alpha’s. Their gazes heated and their scents bleeding through the suppressants. I press my hand into her low lower back, keeping her from running away.

“Steady, lovely,” I murmur to her as they reach us.

Rafe loops a hand around her waist and pulls her into his body, grinding his impressive erection against her belly as he kisses her like he’s trying to consume her, tongue lashing the inside of her mouth and I know without a doubt that he’s tasting the combination of her and me together.

I can’t blame him. Even with the people around us. “You made my omega come,” he growls against her mouth in a tone of voice that has excited shivers running all over my body and centering on my cock.

She pulls back and looks up at him with a dazed expression. “I’m… sorry?” It definitely comes out as a question rather than a statement. Like she’s not sure if he’s upset by that or not.

“I’m not,” I say smugly, as Gray picks up my hand. The one that was between her thighs, that felt her tight grip as she came. He brings my fingers to his nose and inhales deeply while Sorrel watches, aqua eyes wide as saucers. She lets out a breathy whimper as he smirks, sucks my fingers into his mouth, and groans at our combined taste. He licks the remaining arousal from my skin, never taking his eyes off our girl.

A low growl sounds from my alpha at the same time as Gage, who looks like a growly grumpy storm cloud, even with a purple unicorn in his hands. The unicorn which he shoves at Rafe as he yanks Sorrel away from him, latching her to his side and rubbing his face—his scent—on her hair in a show of possessiveness that Sorrel seems to miss entirely.

I expect him to say something, to make some comment about how we shouldn’t have done that in public, but he just starts moving her through the crowd, not bothering to check if the rest of us are following. “Come on, biscuit,” he growls. “It’s been almost an hour since you’ve eaten.”

“Oh,” I say, hurrying my footsteps so I’m on Sorrel’s other side. “I could really go for a funnel cake.”

Track 12: Force of Nature

We don’t get funnel cake, much to Liam’s disappointment. Instead, we decide to go to dinner.

Or, I should say, Gray decides we’re going to dinner and the rest of us go along with it. I don’t really want the day to end. It’s been so long since I’ve had so much fun. Don’t get me wrong, I love movie nights with the girls and the few times we’ve made the trek into the city to have a night on the town.

But this is a different type of fun.

I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone I feel so comfortable with, so effortlessly, as I do with the Cordova pack. The only other person I can think that comes close is Gage. And having all of them together with me is… everything. It’s everything.

It’s thrilling and terrifying all at once.

I’ve heard it can be this way for omegas and alphas when they find their packs. They just fit together like puzzle pieces slotting into place. I’ve never heard of a beta who felt the same. Though I suppose Ethan Falcone and Topher Werth might tell me differently.

Regardless, I’ve never felt something like this. Half of me is so freaking grateful that I get to have this, and the other half of me is… frantic with worry that it’s all temporary.

And it probably is, with the Cordova pack being who they are and me being who I am. It can’t possibly last, right?

I push the thought aside as we pull up to the one ‘fancy’ restaurant in Lake Kilrose, The Porch Swing, which doesn’t sound fancy at all, because it’s not. But they have the best dinner in town and everything comes from local farms, just like I hope to do with The Shack once I’m out from under the weight of debt to the Stillwell pack.

Much like with my restaurant, The Porch Swing is an old house converted into a restaurant. A wide wrap-around porch that extends all the way to the back of the building dominates the front of the house. On either side of the front door are two large porch swings, giving the restaurant its name. In the back of the restaurant, there are more porch swings with tables between them, where customers can eat. But the front ones are for customers that are still waiting for a table and those are packed with people.

I hum in disappointment. “Oh, no. I bet the wait is going to be so long.” As if on cue my stomach grumbles, making me flush while the men around me chuckle.

“Really, biscuit?” Gage drapes an arm over my shoulder and tugs me into his side. “You ate so much at the fair.”

The flush deepens as I fold my arms over my chest and tip my chin down. I know he doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s certainly not telling me I need to eat less, but I can’t help but worry that maybe the Cordova pack will think I need to. After all, they spend their time with models and actors, people whose entire job it is to take care of their bodies. Nothing like me, whose only forms of exercise are sporadic lake swims, biking to work and the occasional hike on my one day off a week off.

I shouldn’t be worried though, Liam just nuzzles into my other side. “But that was hours ago, growly. Our girl needs sustenance.”

Gray hums his agreement and flicks his gray eyes at me. “Indeed. Let me see what I can do about the wait.”

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