Page 48 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

Haven gasps, then moans. Wiggling in his hold as he gives a low dirty chuckle. “You like that, mouse?” He spanks her again and this time there’s no gasp, just a moan. Her scent turns back to being sweet and spicy, tingling over my tongue in the best way.

God, what I wouldn’t give to taste it right from the source, her mouth or her pussy, but I can’t. I won’t. Not until I know my pack won’t use it against her.

Our prime stops next to the blanket, dropping to his knees and then flipping Haven off of his shoulder and onto the ground. She lands with a soft oof, but stays where he places her, looking up at us with a gentle flush on her cheeks.

The four of us kneel next to her. I can tell where this is going to go, know it in my bones that they’re going to push Haven physically. After all, that’s what this is all about, isn’t it? Wooing her, making her feel safe with us, so that we can use her to destroy her father.

I swallow thickly. “You’re bleeding,” I say, nodding at her knees, and the scrapes there. “We should get you home to get those cleaned up.”

She blinks. “They’re fine, Creed. I’ll survive.”

Hale glares at me. “Yeah, Creed. She’s fine, aren’t you, little mouse? More than fine.” He leans over her and takes her mouth in a filthy kiss. She moans, her hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders, trying to pull him on top of her. But he doesn’t budge from his kneeling position.

Jude uses her distraction to pull his phone out of his pocket and prop it up against a plate of cheese. I know without askingthat he’s recording, that anything done here will be on the scoreboard the second we get home.

A moan from the omega draws my attention back in time to see Hale flip up the hem of her flirty sundress. He growls and the rest of us do, too. “Little mouse,” our prime purrs. “Did you forget something before we left the house?”

Haven gives him a bright smile. “Nope.”

“Hmm,” Tic strokes a finger along the cleft where her thigh meets her hip, making goosebumps pop up all over her skin and her nipples pucker. “So you normally leave the house without panties?”

“You normally play touch football with your pussy hanging out?” Jude asks, licking his lips lasciviously.

Haven shrugs. “Well, I don’t normally play touch football. I’m more of a full contact kind of girl.” And then she giggles, shaking her head at herself, cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment as she slaps a hand over her face. So fucking adorable. “Tell me I didn’t actually just say that!”

Hale chuckles and pulls her hand from her face, lifting it to nip at her fingertips. “You did just say that, mouse.”

She groans. “Shoot me now.”

“Do you want to know what I think, mouse?” Hale asks, sucking one of her fingers into his mouth, making her giggling stop entirely as she looks up at him with wide eyes.

“What’s that?”

“I think-” He drops her hand and uses both his thumbs to spread her pussy lips, showing us every inch of her glistening pink glory. All four of us groan. “You were hoping something like this would happen. You got all slicked up waiting for us to find out, didn’t you, mouse?”

She whimpers and nods in answer.

I should put a stop to this. I know I should. We’re in the middle of a public park, for fuck’s sake. Anyone could walk by,see Haven with her skirt flipped up and her pussy on display, but fuck if that doesn’t make it somehow better.

Haven must think so too, because she’s dripping slick, soaking the blanket spread out on the grass. “What do you need, omega?” Hale growls. “Tell me.”

She hesitates, looking at all four of us circled around her, huddled with her at our center, the way it should be with a pack and their omega. Her cheeks turn this gorgeous shade of pink the longer she looks at us. “Can’t you see what I need?” she asks, not meeting our eyes. “I’m dripping.”

Hale chuckles low and dirty, running a single finger down her slit, making her gasp. She watches through heavy-lidded eyes as he lifts his slick covered finger to his mouth and sucks. “I can see that. But I need you to tell me.”

“Can I taste?” Jude asks, already leaning forward, like he’s going to bury his face between her thighs. Hale’s hand on his shoulder stops him, and Jude growls, his alpha hating being kept from the omega’s pussy.

“Maybe,” Hale says almost lazily, but his stare on the girl between us is fucking intense. “If Haven asks for it. But she won’t get anything from any of us until she does.”

She lets out a cross between a moan and a growl, like she can’t decide if she’s turned on or angry about them not just giving her what she wants. Not me though. I already know I won’t be touching her, even if it kills me not to. I will not take this step with her. Once I do, I won’t be able to stop.

Hale leans over, hand hovering over that wet hot spot between her legs. “Beg for it, omega,” he orders.

Haven’s thighs spread wider, splitting her lower lips, showing off how wet she is, her little swollen clit, how much she loves his dominance. “Please, Hale. Please. I need to come. Please, make me come.”

He grins and drops his mouth to hers. At the same time, he plunges two fingers inside her. “Good girl,” he murmurs against her parted lips. “How many times, hmm? One from each of us?” He glances at me as he says it, his eyes holding a challenge, like he thinks I won’t be able to tell her no if she asks me, begs me to touch her.

But I fucking can and I will.Watch me, motherfucker.

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