Page 89 of Believe it or Knot

I’m hard again.

Fuck.

Rafe chuckles, his hand sliding down my bare chest to palm my cock through my sweats. My hips buck at the contact, pre-cum drips from my dick. Sorrel whimpers as Gray’s free hand grips her ass, fingers making dimples in her flesh as she presses onto her toes to get closer to his mouth.

My phone vibrates, but I don’t look at it. Instead, watching as my prime alpha devours my beta.

The elevator dinging, followed by the whoosh of the doors opening, however, does draw my attention. A moment later Gage is storming into the penthouse, his dark blue eyes focused on our girl with intent, sweeping from the top of her head down to her toes. He lingers on the bruises on her arm and the one on her cheek.

He draws up short and I swear his rage is palpable, hanging in the air like a fucking toxic cloud. “Right. Say your goodbyes, biscuit. I’m afraid I’m going to have to kill the Cordova pack.”

Sorrel lets out a sound between a laugh and a gasp. “What? Why?”

He glares at all of us. “You got fucking hurt… on their watch. You were attacked, injured.”

Our girl disentangles herself from Gray and walks up to the seething alpha. Not a single ounce of fear on her face. When she reaches him, her arms wrap around his waist and pull him in for a hug, her face rubbing between his pecs. He immediately folds himself around her, tucking her head under his chin, his cheek, as he cradles her like she’s precious, because she fucking is.

“No killing them. It wasn’t their fault.”

That’s not true. It was our fault. That never would have happened to her if she wasn’t with us. But then, if she wasn’t with us, Steven Stillwell and his band of merry douchebags would be harassing her.

He takes a long sniff of her hair, breathing in that sweet lavender scent, mingled no doubt with all of ours. I briefly wonder if it makes him hard, smelling our pack on her skin. I know it does for me.

Even though she just took a shower, she didn’t wash her hair, so he must smell sex on her, too. I wonder if he’d like to join us in my nest, get his scent mixed in with ours, fill Sorrel with his cum like we did.

He sighs, his shoulders relaxing as his hand sweeps down her spine to the curve of her ass. “Missed you, biscuit,” he murmurs, and I look away in embarrassment. Here I am thinking about fucking, and they’re experiencing a tender moment.

“Missed you too,” she says back, snuggling deeper into his chest as I look at my phone, to give them privacy.

Joey responded to my text.

Joey:

I arranged an interview for OMO for tomorrow at 2pm.

It won’t be very long. Fifteen minutes tops since it’s a short for the website.

I emailed you a preliminary press release.

I also let the organizers of the How to be an Omega premier that you’ll be bringing a fourth person.

I blow out a breath, guilt pinching my stomach. He was clearly just concerned about us, about me. And I can’t exactly blame him for that, our track record with dating hasn’t been great. But now he’s gone out of his way to make it up to me, even going so far as to include Sorrel in the premier for an upcoming movie. Not one I starred in, but one produced by Gray’s father’s company, so we’ve been invited.

I shouldn’t have snapped at him like that. And the strictly professional tone of his text message lets me know I hurt his feelings. I’ll have to make it up to him. Send him to a spa or something for a few days. That will be a good apology and have the added bonus of getting him out of our hair for a while.

Decided on a course of action, I type out a thank you to Joey and then look up. Sorrel’s still against Gage’s chest and he’s murmuring soft words to her I can’t hear. I don’t want to interrupt their sweet moment, but I’m bursting to tell the news. “We have an interview with Omega Magazine Online tomorrow.”

Our girl glances over her shoulder at me. “We?” She draws out the word uncertainly.

I watch as Gage’s fingers tighten on her hips.

“Yes, we.”

Rafe and Gray pause in their sandwich making, watching Sorrel warily. Waiting to see how she’ll react to the possibility of being in the spotlight. There’s a momentary flicker of uncertainty, and I think she’ll refuse, but then she nods. “Okay.”

I let out a breath and hop off my stool, rushing over. “It’s just a baby interview. It’ll be so short, you’ll hardly even notice its happening. And then we’ll be done and the world will know you’re ours.”

“What?” Gage says, sounding shocked and pissed all at the same time.

---