Page 67 of Knot Ruined

Kingston waves his hand toward the stairs. “She’s upstairs, building her nest. Romano’s keeping an eye on her.” He pauses, looking like he swallowed a glass. “I ordered supplies. Hopefully, it is enough to get us through this. I'm not exactly experienced with omegas in heat.”

“None of us are,” I grunt, sharing a glance with Voss. His dark hair’s pulled back haphazardly, strands slipping loose around his sharp, intense face. He looks like death warmed over but somehow pulls off lethal casualness in his black shirt and pants. I’m not much better—dark jeans, a black tee, and an expression that probably screams barely controlled panic.

Voss takes a sharp breath, raking a hand through his hair, causing the messy bun to unravel even more. “Do you think she’ll want the bond? After the way, she reacted about the scent-match thing—”

I interrupt, forcing my voice to remain steady despite my own unease. “If she wants it, she’ll tell us. The last thing we need to do is spook her again.”

Kingston sighs heavily, his jaw ticking with tension. “She’s our mate. It has to be her decision. We’ll ask her, but no pressure.” He shoots Voss a pointed look. “That means no sudden declarations, no shouting, and for the love of God, no kidnapping.”

Voss’s eyes flash, narrowing dangerously, but the corner of his mouth twitches into something almost resembling a smile. “No promises,” he growls softly, making Kingston roll his eyes.

We move up the staircase quickly. Footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. Romano is standing guard in the hallway, looking simultaneously nervous and excited, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. He seems relieved and a little manic as he meets our eyes.

“She kicked me out,” Romano whispers dramatically, bouncing on his heels. “Said if I didn't get out of her way, she’d bite me.”

Voss smirks wickedly, cocking an eyebrow. “And that’s a threat?”

Romano shrugs sheepishly. “Not exactly, but I figured it wasn’t a good time to call her bluff. Her exact words were, ‘get out or I’ll bite you—hard—and not in the fun way.’”

I shake my head, chuckling despite the tightness in my chest. Fuck, I love that woman. And now, with her scent wrapping around us like a living thing, driving every alpha instinct I have into overdrive, it takes all my control not to burst into the room and beg for her forgiveness all over again.

Kingston steps forward, gently knocking on the doorframe. “Fallon, sweetheart? Can we come in?”

There’s a pause before her breathless voice floats out, sending a fresh wave of desire shooting through me. “Yes, come in. Hurry. Please.”

Voss doesn’t wait for another invitation, shoving past all of us to push open the door. My heart pounds frantically as we follow close behind.

Stepping into Fallon's nest feels like crossing into an entirely different world—one woven from softness, warmth, and a fuck-ton of fairy lights. The sheer curtains draped around the bed make everything feel dreamy, almost unreal. Twinkling strands of tiny lights cast shadows over piles of plush blankets and mountains of pillows Fallon carefully arranged, transforming this room into her sanctuary. The sweet scent of honeyed peaches fills every inch of the air, potent and dizzying enough that my head spins for a second. I clear my throat nervously, tugging uncomfortably at the collar of my black T-shirt, suddenly feeling overdressed.

Fallon sits in the middle of the bed, entirely naked and unashamed, her creamy skin flushed and glowing, her wild blue hair tumbling down her shoulders in a messy cascade. Slick glistens enticingly on her thighs, making my mouth water and my cock strain painfully against my jeans. Voss makes a low, rough growl beside me, his dark eyes locked hungrily on her, body practically vibrating with barely restrained need.

My pulse is pounding in my ears, and nerves jitter through me as I hesitate at the threshold, swallowing hard. Clearing my throat awkwardly, I force out, “Kitten, can we...can we join you?”

Fallon blinks up at me, blue eyes glazed with lust but still beautifully clear as they meet mine, filled with warmth and undeniable affection. Her voice is soft but firm, steadying my own scattered nerves. “Please. I need all of you. Now.”

Relief and desire crash through me, momentarily stealing my breath, and I almost stumble forward. But first, I force myself to hold back, needing clarity from her before crossing this irreversible line.

“Fallon,” I start cautiously, clearing my throat again when it comes out as an embarrassing croak. “Are there any limits you have? Are you comfortable with two of us—or more—at once?”

She flashes me a playful grin, eyes sparkling mischievously despite the flushed heat in her cheeks. “I’m very, very okay with two—or more. You should know that by now, Jace.”

Romano’s snicker behind me cuts through the tense anticipation. Kingston shoots him a glare, but I can’t hold back a relieved chuckle. “Noted,” I reply dryly, fighting a smile. Then, with more hesitation, I clear my throat again, my chest tightening anxiously. “One more thing. Do you…would you want to bond with us? Permanently?”

The room falls utterly silent for a heartbeat. My breath held painfully tight. Fallon’s blue eyes widen, reflecting vulnerability and longing, before determination replaces it entirely.

“I’m yours,” she whispers softly but fiercely, turning slightly to look directly at each of us, eyes glistening with sincerity. “I want this. I want you. All of you.”

Kingston’s tense shoulders visibly relax, Romano beams with happiness, bouncing impatiently at my side, and even Voss lets out a relieved, shaky breath, the raw edge of desperation fading slightly from his dark gaze.

“I love you,” Fallon says again, louder, voice unwavering. “I want the bond.”

Fallon

May 2nd

11:30 A.M

My entire body is molten, burning with a feverish need I've never felt so intensely. Slick runs down my thighs, making me tremble from sheer, aching desire. Surrounded by my alphas, their scents intoxicating and addictive, all I can think is—more. I need them deeper, closer, harder. Every instinct screams for me to be claimed, to bond completely.

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