Page 104 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

I shuffle away from Hale, putting distance between us, but he doesn’t let me go far, following me as I back up. I run into Tic, who apparently moved behind me when I wasn’t paying attention, and Hale keeps coming forward until I’m sandwiched between them.

I drop my gaze and hold my body tense, not wanting to give in, not wanting to melt.

I’m so tired of this, so tired of telling them exactly how I feel and what I want and to have them stonewall me.

Tic wraps an arm around my waist, fingers sliding between the buttons of his shirt to stroke the skin of my stomach.

Hale’s fingers caress my cheek, slide into my hair to fist the strands, tilting my head up to him, keeping my eyes on his face so I can see his expression, read the emotion there. “We do want to keep you, little mouse,” he says softly. “You just need to be patient with us, okay? We’re working some things out before we can claim you like we want to. But we will do it.”

It sounds like a promise and my little omega heart drinks it down, like a cool glass of water on a hot day. But the part of me that is not my omega, the part that has spent years listening to men talk, to reading between the lines of commands? She notes he didn’t say anything about love, that my confession once again goes unacknowledged.

Hale frowns when I don’t immediately give in, and Tic’s fingers flex on my belly. “It’s not enough, is it? You trust us, but not in this.”

I sigh and close my eyes, wishing like hell I could take back my question about bonding. It was better before I knew. Better to just keep living in hope. Hale says they just need time. But I’m not sure I can give it.

“How much time? When will I have proved to you I want this, that I want you? Why is me telling you not enough? Why do I have to keep living in this uncertainty? What could you possibly do that would make me regret you?” My eyes open. “I love you, Hale. I love you, Tic. I love Creed and Jude. I would think that by now you’d know if I love someone I don’t just give up on them. Even if you’ve done things I don’t agree with or I’m not proud of, I will not regret you.”

Hale swallows thickly while Tic tightens his grip on me, rubbing his cheek on my head. “But you might, mouse. You might and that would kill us. It’s going to kill us.”

I frown at his phrasing. Like it’s already a done deal, like it’s inevitable.

“Yousavedme, Hale. Freed me. That overrides everything else.”

The back of my head presses into Tic’s chest as Hale slides his hand to the base of my throat, collaring me gently as he rolls his forehead over mine. He takes a deep breath. Thumb stoking over my pulse point.

“That’s the thing though, Haven. We haven’t saved you. Not yet.” He doesn’t need to explain. My father is still out there and it wouldn’t take much for him to get me back under control. If not with his alpha bark, then with other means. Not the least of which would be threats against Ren and her family or the Calloway Pack.

He kisses the corner of my mouth gently. “We haven’t saved you, mouse. But we will.”

Chapter 26: Enjoy yourself, button

“We’re leaving in twenty-five,” Hale says as a warning to all of us, Haven perched on his lap, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and fuzzy knee-high socks. Its torture actually, having her walk around the house like that, knowing all I’d have to do to be inside her is bend her over and release my cock.

To be fair, she stopped wearing panties when she realized we don’t have the patience to take the time to remove them nicely. No, when we want inside her, we just rip the crotch out and go to town. She fucking loves it, too.

But she got tired of throwing away underwear and so the ‘no panties for Haven while in the house’ rule was born. And it is the best fucking rule ever.

“Hmm, twenty-five, you say?” I prowl toward our girl, fully intending to pull her off our prime’s lap, bend her over and fuck her hard and fast. “That should be just enough time-”

Hale growls at me and snaps his teeth in my direction. “Don’t fucking touch her.” My eyes widen at the command,shocked at his reaction, but Haven giggles and rolls her hips a little, lips parting in a pant.

I blink at her, then at him. “I’m sorry. Have you been fucking all through breakfast?”

Hale gives me a smug as fuck smile. “Haven’s such a good girl for me. I told her she could sit on my cock and come as many times as she needed. She just had to be quiet about it.” He presses a kiss into the side of her head before spearing a bite of French toast onto a fork and holding it to her lips. She parts them obediently and chews vigorously as her hips move faster.

Apparently, feeding our omega while fucking her is the way to go.

Tic snorts. “How did you not notice? She’s been perfuming all fucking morning.”

I had noticed that actually, but it’s not uncommon for her to perfume from just being close to us, sitting on our laps, a little light petting. It’s like ever since she got off the suppressants her dad was forcing on her, her scent is always thick and syrupy, hanging in the air, making my cock hard.

“He knotted her about fifteen minutes ago,” Creed says lazily, stroking his cock through his boxer briefs.

Knotted? Jesus, how did I miss that?

Now, I’m hardandembarrassed. Not a pleasant combination. Time for me to beat a hasty retreat so I can go and beat my meat in peace. Since they’re knotted, it’s not like I’ll get the chance to fuck Haven before we go, and my hard on isn’t just going to go down. It never does.

I blow out a breath and nod. “Great well, I was hoping to get some omega pussy this morning-”

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