Page 107 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

The omega in my arms goes still, her chest hardly rising and falling, those pretty gray eyes of hers wide. “What?”

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said anything,” I mutter, backtracking like a motherfucker, because she doesn’t seem as excited by the prospect as I thought she would. “It’s too soon, isn’t it? You need more time to be free.”

I go to pull out of her, to set her down, but her legs tighten around my hips and her little fingers dig into my shoulders, holding me in place inside her. “No, wait. Jude. You… You want to bond with me?”

It breaks my heart that she sounds surprised by the mere suggestion of it, like she can’t even fathom that a pack or an alpha would want to keep her, love her. I lick my bottom lip and hold her gaze. “I do. If it’s something you want. I would be honored to bond with you, Haven.”

“Even though my father-”

“Bellybutton,” I groan, cutting her off. “Don’t talk about your father when my cock is buried in your pussy and we’re discussing bonding. Please. He has no place here.” He has no place anywhere, and we’re going to see to it. But she doesn’t need to know that. Not right now.

“Sorry.” There’s a twinkle in her eyes, a glimmer of humor and lightness that’s been missing recently. I’m not sure of the details, but I know she had a heavy conversation with Tic and Hale a few days ago that’s left her pretty listless recently. “We should have a conversation about this. Maybe not when we’re mostly naked and with the rest of the pack?” The uncertainty comes back. “Do they want to bond, too?”

I smack a kiss on her lips and this time she lets me lift her off my cock. We both wince at the flood of sticky fluid, a combination of slick and cum, but then my alpha nature fuckingglows with pride at it. Seeing that I filled her up so good its spilling down those creamy thighs of hers.

“Jude,” she prompts, dragging my attention from the mess between her legs. While I’ve been admiring my handiwork, she’s been worrying about my lack of answer.

I kiss her again. “I can’t speak for the rest of my pack, bellybutton,” I tell her gently and her face falls. “But my sources say when we talk about this as a pack, it will be a favorable outcome.”

Good god, the smile she graces me with is blinding, so fucking bright. It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen.She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. Fuck, I love her.

I wait for the usual flood of guilt after a thought like that, the hint of betrayal to the girl I loved years ago, but there’s nothing. Just a fondness for Janie in my chest that will always be there. But it’s nothing to the fire that rages there for Haven now. The love. I fucking love this girl.

It’s a relief to admit it to myself if not to her. Not yet. I want to tell her when I have the time to show her as well, and right now I have about seven minutes before Hale is up my ass.

She laughs. I laugh too. And then I kiss the sound from her lips before turning her toward my shower. “Go get cleaned up. We’ll be back before you know it.”

Her eyes follow the motion of my hands as I tuck my cock away, still covered in our cum. “What about you? You don’t want to get clean?”

The smile I give her is possessive. “Nah, I like the idea of going out in public with you on my cock. Smelling like you. Anyone who gets too close will know I’ve got a hot as shit omega at home.”

She makes this little adorable possessive growl, and her pupils blow wide. I chuckle, satisfied with her reaction. “You like that?”

“I do.”

“Good.” I bend and kiss her again. “I’m yours. You’re mine. Go shower. We’ll fuck later.”

She throws her head back and laughs. The best sound in the entire fucking world. “Promises. Promises,” she says over her shoulder, hips swaying seductively as she makes her way into my shower.

I have about three minutes left now, so I run from the room, down to the basement, where I left my laptop on the couch next to Haven’s.

Working quickly, I pull up the camera feed for my bedroom, copy the last twenty minutes, and attach the file to the spreadsheet. I know it’s unnecessary. I know we aren’t going to use it for anything. It’s more like my own personal history. A record of every filthy thing our omega has let us do to her.

It’s a compulsion at this point, if I’m honest. My voyeuristic tendencies driving me to keep the recordings to watch. The scoresheet has turned into more of an organization system than anything.

It’s not being used for anything nefarious, I remind myself. Unless you call jerking off nefarious. Which… maybe it is, when I’m using videos that Haven doesn’t know about to do it. Though we told her that there are security cameras in every room of the house, so on some level she must know when we fuck her in the common areas of the house she’s being recorded.

She knows about my penchant for watching. Or I guess my usual penchant for watching, with Haven in the room that seems to fly right out the fucking window with my need to touch, taste, fuck her.

I nod to myself as I save the entry. It’s fine. Everything is fine.

Then why do I feel so guilty about it?

“Jude! Let’s go! We’re late!” Hale’s voice calls down to me, sounding pissed off as hell.

Shit.I toss my laptop onto the couch and push to my feet, hurrying up the stairs. “Coming!”

Chapter 27: Everything is wrong

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