Page 147 of Knot All is Crystal
“I’m not ready to feel your knot,” I answer before I can even think. “I’ll pull out.”
“Come first,” he says over the sound of Crystal’s pleasure. He reaches around her and finds her clit, his hand bumping against me as he expertly strokes her. Just when I think I can’t hold on anymore, he pinches her, and she screams in pleasure, her cunt somehow getting tighter, and I spill myself inside her.
“Holy fucking shit,” I pant as Maverick keeps thrusting his hard cock against my softening one. “Oh my god.”
“Get out of there, Gage,” he grunts out, and I reach down, pulling my cock from Crystal. She whines, crying about not being full enough as soon as I do. “I got you, Omega, don’t you worry,” our Alpha tells her.
Two more thrusts and Maverick stills with several loud groans, and Crystal screams again, tears running down her cheeks.
“My Alpha,” she cries, collapsing on top of me. Maverick follows her and rolls to the side, sandwiching her between us as he spoons her. “I can’t believe you’re my Alpha.”
Maverick nuzzles her neck, and again, I feel like I’m seeing something I’m not supposed to. But before those thoughts can run away from me, Crystal opens her eyes, and they’re not foggy at all.
They’re crystal clear.
“My Beta,” she murmurs. “My hero.”
“You saved yourself,” I reply, rubbing her nose with mine.
“I don’t mean today. I mean the seventeen times you tattooed me. You gave me back my body, my autonomy.” She kisses me achingly softly. “I love you, Gage Matthews. I love you from the tip of your freckled nose to the toenails you always talk about spitting up.”
“I see what you mean about that being a gross joke,” I laugh.
“The fact stands. I love every part of you, bad jokes and all.” I brush my hand across her sweaty face and cup her cheek. As she melts into my touch, I remember first meeting her.
“Have you ever had a moment where you knew it was important while in it? You can’t explain why, but something tells you it’s a canon event. That it will be the moment you look back at and think, ‘Oh yeah, that’s where it started’?”
She shakes her head, clearly confused, but doesn’t say anything.
“For me, that was the first time I ever saw you. I knew we were kindred spirits, and now that I know about your parents, my mom, and our opposite siblings, I recognize that we were always meant to complement one another. I’ve never believed in fate. I believe in science because it’s stupid not to, and I believe in the magic that brings a pack together and an Omega to their Alphas. I do believe in all of that. But I have to believe that fate brought us together. I refuse to think that you wouldn’t be in my life if you had found a different tattoo shop online.”
Tears run down my cheeks, but I don’t wipe them away. I grab her face, pulling us as close together as possible, going cross-eyed in an attempt to keep looking at her.
“Maybe that’s why I have told myself so many times I can’t get involved with Omegas. Why I’ve been so worried you will all toss me on my ass. I’m pre-emptively rejecting myself, so I didn’t go through the pain of not being able to have you.” I kiss the tip of her nose and stroke my thumbs down her cheeks. “Crystal Manson, I’ve never believed in fate. And then you walked through that door. And now I know that fate believed in me.”
Crystal’s breath stutters, her chest still against mine. I can hear the soft exhale of a sleeping Maverick behind her. She opens her mouth several times, clearly searching for words to say in response to my declaration, but I don’t need to hear anything else from her.
I know now that we’ll never be parted.
Eventually, sweet, slow tears run down her cheeks, and she burrows her face into my neck. Her teeth pinch the skin but don’t break through. I don’t know if she’s lost in her instincts again, thinking she can bond me with a bite, or if she’s gnawing on me as a way to soothe herself. But eventually, she stops, sighing heavily, eyelids drooping.
“Hey, Gage?” she whispers, voice thick with sleep.
“Yeah, Crys?”
“I’m glad you stole my number out of my file.”
FIFTY-SIX
It isten thousand degrees in this nest.
I’m massively uncomfortable because someone thought it was a good idea to tuck me in with blankets and put me in an Alpha sandwich.
I struggle to get out from between Manny and Maverick. Gage is on Maverick’s other side, spooning him, and Puck is sleeping, sitting up propped against the wall.
A sharp pain in my gut has me whining and doubling over.
Why is none of my pack taking care of me?
