Page 141 of Knot All is Crystal
We get to Manny’s sensible sedan, and he’s still nowhere to be seen.
“Fuck, what do we do?” I ask my Beta. “I don’t want to leave him behind.”
“He’d want us to get Crystal out,” Gage reminds me.
It’s sunset, pink and orange streaking the clear blue sky.
How is it only sunset?
How did my Omega murder someone during the day? Isn’t that something you do at night?
Take out your contacts, brush your teeth, take your meds, kill your captor.
It doesn’t make sense that she could kill someone during the daytime.
She moans in pain again, and Gage rips open the car door. “He knows where we’ll be,” he says about Manny, pushing Puck and Crystal into the backseat.
Just before I climb into the passenger seat, I see Manny’s dark hair bouncing as he runs towards us. “We gotta go, we gotta go!” he shouts, sliding into the backseat.
I don’t question him, and neither does Gage. We pile in and peel out of the parking lot.
But we’re stopped almost immediately by a massive ginger in leather. “Sorry, boys, no one in or out.”
“We’re allowed!” I shout over his words. “We’re with Pack Lupine!”
He narrows his eyes and leans into the car, nostrils flaring as he scents Crystal. “Why do you have an Omega in heat with you?”
“She’s our Omega,” Puck growls from the back seat. His voice is thick and heavy, and I’m surprised to hear him speaking at all. “Tell Harvey Puck needs to leave.”
The biker narrows his eyes and pulls his head out of the car. “Puck? Fine, yeah, go. That’s her, then? The target?”
“Yes,” he grits out. “Let us go, Quarter, if you value your balls.”
“Leave my balls out of it,” he mutters, waving us on as he directs several bikers to move and let us through.
“Nest, please, Alpha,” Crystal cries from the back seat. I spin around in my seat to watch as she clamors into Manny’s lap, the blanket falling to the floorboard. He winces but wraps his arms tightly around her, pulling her face into the curve of his slender neck.
“We’ll be at your nest soon, Omega.” His voice is gentle and calm enough that it also settles a part of me. “I’ll help you as best as possible, okay?” She whimpers and nods repeatedly. I watch as he slips his fingers between her legs and begins to stroke her swollen sex gently. I ache to touch her, to taste her.
I feel a bit like an asshole, wanting to be with her after the trauma she went through today, but when she smells like pure sugar and is making those noises, it’s hard to turn off the Alpha part of my brain that demands I bite her and rut into her.
She snakes her hand out and clutches onto Puck as she falls into a lazy orgasm at Manny’s hand. When Puck makes eye contact with her, his shoulders heaving as he breathes through his mouth, she lets out a soft, mournful wail before whispering, “You bit me.”
“I’m sorry.” His voice breaks, and, to my surprise, thick tears trail down his face. “Walter said it was the only way. You were… fractured. I never wanted to be another Alpha who took your choices away.”
Manny gently pushes her towards the broken Alpha, and Crystal climbs into his lap timidly. “It feels different,” she muses softly. “Doesn’t hurt like his did.”
“Because we’re scent matches,” he responds. I catch Gage stealing glimpses at them through the rearview mirror. “Our bodies want to be bonded. I didn’t want to take that choice from you, Crystal, but you weren’t there anymore. Walter said it would tether you. Bring you back to us.”
She hums discordantly as she strokes her hand up and down his chest. “Your shirt is stiff with dried blood,” she says dreamily. “Is it my blood?”
“You’re the cause of it, but it’s not yours,” he responds. “It’s Kierans.”
“So I didn’t dream that? He’s dead?”
“He’s dead,” Gage spits from the driver’s seat. “Thank you for taking out the trash.”
“But he’s your father,” she whispers.
