Page 59 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

He chuckles. “I could tell.” He keeps one arm wrapped around me but uses the other to lift my hand to his face. The oneI not so long ago had inside me. Holding my fingers under his nose, he takes a deep inhale. “Mmm, smells like mine.”

“It is yours. All for you.”

His dark gray eyes blaze with lust and his cock hardens between us, poking into my belly, and he sucks my fingers into his mouth, slowly. His tongue laves at my skin, at the tender join at their base, flicking with the tip. He pulls my fingers from his mouth, just as slowly, before groaning. “You taste like a goddamn dream, baby girl.”

“Really?” I ask breathlessly. “I always thought I would taste like I smell.”

He rolls his forehead against mine. “You do.”

I try to jerk away but he doesn’t let me, keeping me pressed against him. “And you liked it? Most alphas at the academy told me it was too spicy, too smoky. Not enough sweet.”

He growls and kisses me again. “You’re sweet enough, Haven. Don’t let anyone tell you different.” He pulls back, looking down at me. “I made a mess of your hair.”

I shrug and beam up at him. “That’s not a big deal. I can just put it in a pony-”

I cut off when he spins me around and starts gathering my hair in his fist again, using his fingers to scrape it up and back. Into a ponytail, I realize, like I was going to do.

“Holder?”

I dig into my pocket and produce an elastic band. Creed drops a kiss to my shoulder when he’s finished, right over my birthmark, lingering for a moment, before he sighs. “I suppose it’s time to face the music.”

My brow wrinkles as I let him lead me back into the restaurant, not understanding what he means by that or the trepidation in his tone.

Chapter 15: We’ve come this far

Haven’s joy is fucking infectious.

Who would have thought that a dinner out with my pack and her best friend would be enough to light her up like fireworks on the Fourth of July? But it is.

She’s so fucking different from how I imagined. So sweet and down to earth. So caring. The image of her cupping Creed’s face and telling him he’s safe with her is forever burned into my memory.

She meant it. We all know she did. She has no intention of hurting any of us, and honestly, I can’t imagine her even thinking nasty thoughts about us.

She’s just too fucking good.

And that’s the rub, isn’t it?

Creed’s right. He’s been right from the beginning. Haven doesn’t deserve what we’re doing to her. The more time wespend with her, the clearer that becomes, but it’s not as though we can stop. Not when we’ve come this far.

Haven is the way to make Frederick Bell hurt the way we did, the way wedo. He loves her, dotes on her. That much is clear from every interview where he discusses the joys and trials of being a single father but reassures the world that he wouldn’t have it any other way.

And it’s not like Haven is going to suffer the same fate as Janie. We aren’t complete monsters. She’ll just… undergo a change to her reputation and through her, so will her father.

It’s only the first blow of many against him, so why the hell do I feel so fucking guilty about it?

The rest of my pack does too. Jude and Tic broadcast it loud and clear through our pack bond, and Creed isn’t quiet about it either, though his side of the bond is closed all the time now. Like he can’t bear to feel us, be a part of us while we’re on this course of action.

I can’t blame him. I really, really fucking can’t.

Especially after what I witnessed in the alley at the restaurant. He finally gave in and was caught in the act. I imagine his guilt is eating at him.

By the time Creed and Haven returned to the table, Haven’s mouth looking red and swollen, her lipstick freshly applied, and her long dark hair pulled into a new ponytail, the food had arrived.

We ate and drank and pretended like we didn’t know what they’d gotten up to in the time away from us. Haven and Ren both got a little tipsy, and leaned on each other as we left, heading to our next destination: The Market.

I know most omegas like this club, because there’s a strict no harassment policy in place. Any alpha gets a little too handsy with an omega, a little too aggressive (or vice versa as someomegas can be a little territorial, but that’s not usually the case), then security steps in. They’re trained to recognize the signs.

I don’t think it’s strictly necessary for us to come here tonight, seeing as we’re with Haven and Ren, but I get that they feel comfortable here. Which is what’s important.

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