Page 76 of Believe it or Knot

“Yes.”

“Gage?”

“Most recently.”

An unhappy sound rumbles from him, when really I should be the one to be unhappy with this line of questioning.

“There have been others?”

I press up onto my elbows to glare down at him. “What’s with the third degree? I’m twenty-five years old, Gray. It shouldn’t surprise you that I’ve had sex.”

He takes a deep breath through his nose and then blows it out. “You’re right. I just momentarily lost my mind thinking of some other alpha, some other pack, enjoying what is ours.”

I frown and open my mouth to tell him that Gage isn’t going anywhere, not if I have anything to say about it, and if Gray can’t handle that, then we’ll need to reassess the situation, but at that moment, he hunches down, closes his mouth over my clit and sucks. Hard.

Any words I was planning on uttering come out garbled and moaned. Complete nonsense.

My head hits the mattress as my legs fall open farther, giving him better access. Gray makes a noise of approval, rumbling against my clit and my hand laces through his silky hair, gripping it because, well, I need to hold on to something.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Ride my face. Pull my fucking hair, show me where you need me.”

My hips roll up, grinding into his mouth. From the sound he makes, he doesn’t mind in the slightest. I feel him shift, his shoulders brushing against my thighs and then, with no warning at all, the smallest of the training dildos thrusts inside of me. I scream, a hoarse, raspy sound.

Gray chuckles and kisses my thigh as he slowly retracts the silicone cock. “Gonna make you come, sweet thing. Gonna make you gush and then we’ll give you your first knot. Okay?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

His teeth nip skin, trailing his mouth back to my clit, and he thrusts the toy into me again.

It doesn’t take long. Not with his tongue on me, not with the fake dick thrusting in and out of me hitting a spot so deep inside of me it makes my toes curl, not with his delicious citrus and clove scent lying thick in the air, not with the noises he rumbles into me, the praise that falls from his lips. The heat and pressure in my core coils tighter and tighter until it snaps.

My back arches. I cry out his name as I yank on his hair. A weird sensation follows on its heels, one I’ve never felt before, but I can’t be bothered to be too worried about it.

Until…

A gush of warmth suddenly soaks the bed under me, and it only takes my lust filled mind a second to register it, before I make a horrified noise and throw myself away from Grayson and off the mattress, the toy, not even partially inflated, slipping from between my legs to land on the floor with a thump.

Embarrassment burns hot in my cheeks as I throw myself into the en suite and kick the door shut behind me. I should lock it, I have the vague thought, but my body is already moving, shoving back the shower curtain and flipping on the water, climbing in before it gets warm because I need to cool my fucking embarrassment before I have to face this situation like an adult…

But I’m really not sure how I’m supposed to do that.

Not when I… Not when he… oh, my god. I’m going to have to flee the country, aren’t I? This is it. It’s not Stephen Stillwell bullying me away from my business. It’s this moment right goddamn here. I either flee the country or die of embarrassment.

I’m scrubbing between my thighs, when a tentative knock sounds on the door. “Sweet thing? Is everything okay?”

I let out a choked half sob, half laugh, before I make myself answer. “Yep. Everything’s fine. Just… dying of embarrassment. Hope you have a good clean-up crew to hide my body.”

It’s a dumb joke, I know it. Grayson knows it. Everyone knows it.

He clears his throat. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s completely natural-”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about?” I shriek, hands tightening on the loofa. “I peed on you!”

A bark of laughter is his response, which really just solidifies my embarrassment. “My little sweet beta, I’m coming in.”

I could tell him not to, could demand that he leave me alone, but I’m pretty sure he won’t listen, anyway. A moment later, the glass door opens, and he climbs in behind me. I make a point of not turning to face him, letting the hot water pound on my chest, hands still gripping the loofa like it’s a life vest. Grayson doesn’t seem the least bit concerned though, stepping right into my space until I feel his hard cock between my ass cheeks and his chest against my back. He reaches around and dislodges my fingers from the loofa, hanging it on its little hook, before he curls his body around mine.

His lips brush the shell of my ear. “You didn’t pee on me, Sorrel. You squirted.”

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