Page 118 of Knot All is Crystal
“Hey!” I huff indignantly. “I’m sure I am excellent at spanking.”
“Of course you are, babe, but ain’t no way any of your men will let you practice.” He leans over my low coffee table, hands shoving the game pieces aside as he leers over me. “Well, maybe Manny. But not me.”
“Oh?” Fire burns inside me as I meet him above the table, my mouth inches from his. “You don’t want my hands on you?”
“On the contrary, I would superglue your hands to me if I could.” He captures my lips with his, the hair above his lip tickling me. “But then I wouldn’t get to see them wrapped around my cock, and I feel like that would be a travesty.”
I hum against his mouth, the corners of my lips tilted in a teasing grin. “A disaster of epic proportions, indeed.”
The spark between us is unlike anything I have felt before. This isn’t a connection born of soul magic that binds us. Gage and I have grown together with every stroke of his tattoo gun. As he helped me gain control over my body, I began to learn his.
My fingers fist the collar of his tank top, and I yank him forward, tumbling backward as his body sends the game sprawling.
We collapse together, our hands frantically trying to pull clothing off our bodies. When our bare chests finally press together, the shrill ringing of my phone cuts through the air.
“Ignore it,” I say as I push Gage back and throw my leg over his waist. His hands grip my hips and pull me closer, anchoring us together.
The phone rings again.
Again, we ignore it, our tongues tangling as I grow slicker between my thighs.
When it rings for a third time, I groan in frustration, climbing off of Gage to put the stupid fucking thing on silent.
Puck’s name is on my caller ID.
“What do you want, Puck? I’m kind of busy here.”
“Where are you?”He sounds frantic, fevered. I’ve never heard him like this before.
“I’m at home, why?”
“Is anyone with you?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes. Gage is here.” The Beta in question raises an eyebrow at me. I shrug, returning to my living room to sink onto the couch.
“Get him out. He’s got to go. Kieran is on his way. He needs to leave right now. You don’t have much time.”
I’m on my feet in a second, jamming the speakerphone button. “What do you mean Kieran is on his way?”
“Something happened. I don’t know what, but he stormed out of here, mad as fuck. He called me a few minutes ago and asked me to meet him at your place.”
Terror floods through me, and my knees struggle to hold me up. Gage’s face is paler than usual, making his freckles stand out glaringly. He speaks for me. “I don’t want to leave. She’s in danger with him.”
“You’re dead if he catches you there, Gage. I’ll be there too. I’ll protect our girl.”
“Like you’ve been so good at protecting her up until now?” he snaps with all the intensity of an Alpha. “We can’t trust you, Puck. I’m staying.”
“No, Gage, he’s right. You need to go. We can’t risk you.” My voice has regained strength, and I am hauling myself to my feet. “Puck won’t let anything happen to me again, even if it means blowing his cover, right, Puck?”
“I’ll kill him myself before he lays another hand on you.”
“See? We’re good. Now, let’s get you out of here before it’s too late.”
But a door slams outside.
It’s too late.
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