Page 71 of Knot Mine

I’ve noticed that they don't touch Shiloh, and I think that’s because they now know that Shiloh is an omega. Thinking about it, and the way they’ve always been affectionate with Shiloh, I wonder if they’ve known all along or at least suspected. Omegas are, stereotypically, very dependent creatures, who like to be around other omegas for comfort.

Now that we’re out of the mating phase and the Claiming has been completed, I start looking around for my phone. I should probably let my housemates know that I’m alive. Exhausted. And I think my dick might be broken. But alive. I should also let the college know about the new development, since they took this kind of thing very seriously. We’d also need to think about what our future might look like, especially in the next nine months or so.

Walking back into Shiloh’s room, I’m hit with the combined smell of us and groan when I glance down and see my cock is already at half-mast.

Okay, so not broken. Good to know.

Shiloh enters the room after me, sees my dick tenting in my sweatpants and quickly darts into the bathroom, yelling out behind him. “Nope.No siree.My ass can't take any more sex for a month, at least.”

He slams the bathroom door shut as if he’s terrified I might pounce, but I can feel his amusement trickling down the bond.

“A month?” I say through the door sweetly.

“Well, a few weeks?” He cracks open the door, watching me through the gap for a few moments. “Fine. You’re cute. A week.”

Chuckling, I snatch up my phone from on top of his dresser and start scrolling through. I can hear the water come on in the bathroom, and I smile to myself as he gets under the water and starts singing songs from musicals to himself.

A vibration brings my attention back to the screen and I see six missed calls from my papa. I guess I should probably call myparents back and let them know about my new Mate. I hesitate, trying to find an excuse to put off this phone call, but I keep coming up blank.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom swings open and Shiloh stands there, dripping wet with only a towel around his waist.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, approaching me slowly before cupping my face and looking into my eyes. “I could feel tension radiating down the bond. It felt horrible.”

“Do you think we’ll ever get used to that?” I smile wryly, trying to avoid his question, but he just stares at me with imploring eyes. Rubbing my face, I sigh. “Do you want to come for dinner with me and my parents tomorrow?”

“Your parents?” He tilts his head, considering my words for a moment. I don’t feel any reluctance coming from him, more like curiosity.

Leaning back on the bed, I flick through their various messages. “I was supposed to meet them yesterday, but obviously that didn’t happen and now they’re panicking because they haven’t heard from me.”

Clambering on top of the sheets next to me, Shiloh lays his damp head down on my shoulder, shower obviously forgotten. “I mean, technically we’re kind of married, so I should probably meet my future in-laws.”

How did that manage to sound strange and oddly right at the same time?“I want to warn you that they can be a little much, but it mostly comes from a good place.” Clicking my tongue, I exhale and rub my face. “I’m an only child, and they desperately wanted more but it just wasn’t possible for them, so they can be a little…overbearing.”

Shiloh says nothing, but I can feel that trickle of amusement again. It feels almost like someone tickling your brain very lightly. “Zale, are you trying to warn me about them or are you warning me to be nice to them?”

Smiling, I place a soft kiss on the top of his head. “A little bit of both, I think.”

“Is that what you’re wearing to dinner?” I look over at my Mate as he checks out his reflection in the bedroom mirror with a hum of approval.

I was so used to seeing him in baggy oversized clothing, I had always just assumed that was his preference. I should’ve realized it was just another part of his armor.

“Why don’t you like it?”

Chuckling, I pull my jeans on. Dinner was normally a more formal affair, but I was feeling rebellious. “I feel like my parents might have an opinion on it.”

Might was being gentle.

They definitely would. My papa might even gasp and swoon, given how prone to dramatics he could be.

Tying up half of his hair in a messy bun, he teases a few stands down around his face. He looks hot as fuck and I am here for it. “Opinions are like assholes, everybody has one but the only ones I care about are mine, and yours.”

Standing, I move behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, placing a kiss against his neck. “I feel like this dinner is going to be very entertaining. And very stressful.”

He winks at me in the reflection.

Tonight, he’s wearing a cut off black crop top that’s emblazoned with ‘Baby’ in bold pink letters. He’s paired it with some black jeans that have holes in the knees and a gold belly chain.

“Be honest, baby, what inspired the wardrobe change?” I gently scrape my teeth over the mating mark on his neck. He’sbeen serious about the no sex for a week rule so far (it was only day two), but exchanging hand jobs this morning didn’t count. Nor did the lunchtime blowjobs apparently. “Are you nervous?”

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