Page 66 of Knot Mine

I pepper his neck with kisses, moving lower until I can taunt that poor nipple some more. I’d stop if he wasn’t enjoying it, but I can feel every lick of pleasure through our mate bond. “How am I supposed to work at Blackwood Tech and coach teenagers?”

Shiloh places a hand on my shoulder, pushing me until I’m on my back and he’s leaning over me. Bending down, he places a kiss on the tip of my nose. “I have some ideas on how we can make it work, but first, you’re going to have to fuck me again.”

Stradling my hips, he takes hold of my already rock-hard cock and places it against his slick hole.

“Thank you for sharing,” he groans as he slides down, taking me in one go. Rolling his hips, he milks my cock slowly, letting me know he’ll be drawing out our orgasms for as long as he can.

This was perfection. How life was supposed to be. Waves of love come down our bond. “Thank you for listening.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Shiloh

There’s a pounding that refuses to relent as I crack an eye open. I’m lying on my stomach, while Zale brushes his fingers up and down my spine leisurely.

“Are you awake?” His voice is low and husky, sending a shiver through me.

“Do I have to be?”

He places a kiss on the top of my shoulder, and I feel a wave of intense satisfaction roll through me. He’s pleased with the marks he’s left on my skin, a painting of his feelings for me he’d kept calling it each time he’d made a new one, adding to his ‘masterpiece’.

The knocking continues and I blink, my brain taking a little while to come online, especially with his hands and mouth on me. “What is that?”

“I think it’s the front door.” Zale chuckles, pulling me onto his chest. He’s all warm and smells like us. The pheromones have eased now the heat has ended. “We’ve been here a while.”

“Define a while…” I say, narrowing my gaze at him.

“Two or three days.”

My heat usually lasted at least five days, sometimes six. Shit, what if Zale had actually bred me? What if I was nowpregnant?What would that mean? We were barely figuring this out ourselves.

“If…if we are…If I’m…”

He kisses me softly, calming the rising panic. “We’re in this together, Hedgehog. You and me.”

My heart races in my chest, hammering away like it’s trying to break free of my ribcage. I could feel the truth in his words, the quiet hope hiding there too.

He wanted me to be carrying his child, and wanted everyone to know exactly who I belonged to. I was safe with him. Even with the group project and the volunteering he never shirked his responsibilities, and granted, a child was different but that wasn’t who Zale Blackwood was. Why hadn’t I realized that sooner?

The corner of my mouth tugs up into a wry smile as I poke his hard chest. “If we are, then you’re the one dropping out of school to stay at home.”

He squeezes me tightly, and more waves of love and excitement course through me, dulling the trepidation. “Neither of us are dropping out, we graduate this summer. But if youarehaving our baby, I’ll gladly do whatever you need me to.”

Nodding, I bury my face in his neck and inhale deeply. His smokey scent is smoldering just beneath the surface and I love it. It’s a smell that screams ‘home’. “We can deal with whatever happens. Together.”

Zale strokes my hair and kisses me again. “We’ve got this, my omega.”

A few moments later I hear more voices before I recognize the sound of the front door being pummeled once again. What on earth was happening out there?

“I guess it’s time to go and face the music.” I sigh, not wanting to leave the coziness of my bed, or him but I know sooner or later I’ll have to. I can’t hide away in my room forever.And I needed a shower, badly. I had cum and slick drying in places that itched like fuck and needed more than a wet wipe.

“Oh shit. Rom.” Pushing myself into a sitting position, I rub my hands over my face as reality sinks in. I’d betrayed my twin in the worst way. How was I supposed to look at her, let alone try to explain that Zale was my Mate?

“We’ll deal with this. Together.” He pulls on a pair of sweatpants, while I grab a fresh pair of shorts and an oversized T-shirt, my skin still raw from my heat.

I almost jump out of my skin when we walk into my lounge, and I see my housemate on the sofa in their usual oversized jumper and knee-high socks, slurping noodles out of a bowl with their headphones on.

“Fucking hell!” Zale says as walks into the back of me, equally as startled. Glancing over my head, he stares at Bell with his eyes narrowed. “How long have they been there?”

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