Page 90 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

“Seriously?”

He nods. “Yep. I haven’t heard you say my name for weeks, button. We have a lot of time to make up for.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re gorgeous.” His grin fades and his gaze turns worried, fingers reaching up to brush against my temple. “How’s your head feel?”

I tilt my face to kiss his palm before nuzzling my cheek against it. “Better. Thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“That’s not true. You’re here with me right now. And having you near me always makes me feel better, Jude.” There’s a flicker of something in his eyes, there and gone again. I choose to ignore the unsettling feeling it gives me in my stomach. “How long was I out for?”

He drops a kiss to my collarbone. “Almost twenty-four hours.”

“What!” I try to sit up in shock, but Jude’s weight keeps me pinned to the mattress. “It’s never taken that long to recover. Ever.”

“You’ve also probably never broken through a command like that, angel,” Tic says from the door.

Jude groans and then snuggles between my breasts again. “Fair warning, Tic’s probably going to want to study you like a science project.” The alpha in question makes a disgruntled noise that Jude ignores. “He’s been pondering your ability to break through an alpha command the entire time you’ve been sleeping.”

“That’s not true,” Tic says, coming to a stop next to the bed. His fingers brush over my forehead. “You’re okay?”

I nod and it’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, but it doesn’t hurt as badly as I feared. “Yeah, I think just a couple aspirin and I should be right as rain.”

He gives me a relieved smile. “Good. Love hearing your voice, angel.”

“I love being able to use it.”

Jude groans and presses a trail of kisses along my neck. “Wanna hear you scream for me like you did for Hale and Creed.”

Tic frowns and grips the back of Jude’s neck, hauling him back the slightest bit. “She’s been passed out for almost a full day, Jude. We need to feed our girl before we fuck her.”

I make a sound like maybe I don’t agree with that. “I’m fine,” I say, shifting under Jude as best as I can, bending my knees to bracket his hips. He settles more fully against me with a grunt and presses the hard ridge of his cock to my clit.

“Do not fuck her,” Creed orders from the door, and Jude hisses, literally hisses at him, like an angry cat.

I’m tempted to do the same.

“Why not?” I scowl at him. “If I want it, why can’t he fuck me?”

Creed chuckles. “Love hearing filthy words come from such a sweet mouth.” He nudges Tic out of the way and bends down to kiss me, long and slow and deep. If he’s trying to calm down my libido, this is really not the way to do it.

The cool rain flavor of him washes over my tongue and makes me roll my hips into Jude’s. I’m not wearing any panties, and he’s only in a pair of boxer briefs. It wouldn’t take all that much for him to slip inside me.

Creed nips at my lips. “Naughty fucking girl. No sex. Not until you’ve eaten.”

I want to protest, but my stomach takes that moment to growl, loudly. Protesting the lack of food over the last day.

The three of them laugh lightly. And I scowl at them. “It’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not funny.” Hale joins Tic and Creed at the side of my bed. “It’s not the least bit funny that you haven’t eaten because you’ve been in so much pain. It’s even less funny that your father is the one who gave you that pain.”

That seems to sober up the rest of them, even Jude, who grumbles, ‘cock blocker’ as he rolls off of me. Hale strokes his fingers through my hair gently, staring down at me in the low light. “Are you able to get up and come downstairs? Or should we do a breakfast in bed kind of thing?”

I watch as Jude rolls off the mattress, adjusting himself unapologetically. Apparently, I really won’t be having sex right now. “I can come down. Is it okay if I shower first?”

I’m covered in the slick and cum from sex and then the clammy sweat of getting sick.

---