Page 61 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

Ten years of heartbreak and revenge.

“I laugh,” I protest as Creed slides in behind her, hands gripping her waist to start her swaying to the music. She melts against him, one hand covering his, the other reaching up to loop around the back of his neck. This pushes her tits out, almost in offer to me. I move forward, wanting to feel all that soft flesh with my hand, my mouth, but Creed growls at me, clutching her to him possessively.

Apparently, what happened in the alley turned him into a bit of a caveman.

I arch a brow and hold my hands up. If he wants to keep Haven tucked against his body and growl at anyone who gets too close, I’ll let him. It’s only going to help us out in the long run. Besides, I’ve got a hell of a lot more points than he does. My boy needs to play catch up.

Creed glares at me, and spins Haven in his arms, palming her ass with one hand, and winding her ponytail around his fingers with the others, using it to tilt her face up to his.

I grin as I watch them kiss.

Grin as I slip my phone from my pocket and snap a picture, getting Haven’s birthmark on her shoulder in the shot.

Grin as I start bobbing to the music.

Haven catches sight of me and bursts out laughing. I laugh too. I’m not a good dancer. Not this kind of dancing, at least. I can waltz and foxtrot with the best of them, but dancing to a song better suited to grinding alone? Well, that just makes me look awkward.

Still, I don’t stop.

I tell myself it’s because things are finally going my way. No matter what my pack said in that booth about not wanting to use Haven, they’ve all continued to do just that. Even Creed.

Yeah, it’s totally that, and not that every time Haven looks at me, she beams and giggles. It’s not the happiness on her face that warms me from the inside.

Not at all.

It’s after midnight, closer to one a.m. when we make it back to the pack house. We dropped Ren off first, even though she said she could just take a cab or a ride share. All of our alpha instincts prickled at the idea of letting her make her own way home, and Haven flatly refused to let her, so we drove for ten minutes in the opposite direction, dropping Ren in front of her slightly rundown townhouse and waiting until she made it through the locked front doors.

Haven snuggled closer to Tic when he asked about the security in Ren’s building, and muttered about how she was so glad he cared about her best friend’s safety, before she drifted off, eyes fluttering closed.

Tic and Jude help Haven up the stairs to get her ready for bed, and as soon as she’s safely out of earshot, Creed is on me. Hands fisted in my shirt, shoving me back until I collide with a wall.

“You’re going to delete that video,” Creed hisses at me, pulling me forward and then slamming my back against the wall again. It’s a demand, an order, not a request.

I laugh at him. “Not likely. Jude’s probably already watched the whole thing and fucked his hand to it, then added your points for you.”

He growls and draws one of his hands back. I brace for the hit, one that I rightly deserve. After all, I recorded Haven and Creed out in that alley, watched as she kneeled for him, took him in her mouth, got aroused beyond reason when I realized she has no fucking gag reflex and can take a cock in her throat like a champ.

Creed saw me.

He saw me with my phone pointed at them, and he didn’t stop, didn’t tell me to leave. I took that as a sign of his acceptance, his agreement. About fucking time, too.

“Everything okay?” Haven’s voice, shaky with fear, halts the descent of his fist. His eyes close as his fingers tighten on my shirt. I twist my head to find her standing down the hall, face washed, pajamas on. Though her pjs are actually one of my t-shirts.

Fuck. She looks good.

“Yeah, baby girl,” Creed answers, opening his eyes to pin me with a glare. “Everything’s fine. Hale and I just need to have a little chat.”

Ha, no chance of that, asshole.

There’s no way I’m going to stay here and let Creed beat the shit out of me. Even if I deserve it.

“Nah, we don’t.” I reach up and untangle his fingers from me, then slip from between the wall and the fuming alpha, stalking toward our pretty little omega. “We’ve already said everything we need to.”

Haven tilts her head back to meet my eyes before looking over my shoulder at Creed. “You sure?”

“Yep.” There’s a furrow in her brow I don’t like, a worry and fear in her gaze I dislike even more, which must be why I say, “Wanna sleep with me tonight?”

Those gray eyes of hers widen in surprise, but then she gives me this gorgeous smile, one that hits me in my chest too damn close to my heart. “Really?”

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