Page 64 of Knot All is Crystal
Fucking Alphas. I chuckle as I do what he asks, and he beams. Slowly, I get dressed with his help, my body loose and satisfied. Maverick wraps me in his arms and pulls me to his chest, propping his back against the wall.
I sigh, resting my head on his collarbone. “I have to go back to work.”
“But the club isn’t open yet, is it?”
“I work two jobs,” I tell him as I pull back and smooth my clothes. “I’m a research assistant at the Design Clinic.”
“And she’s smart too, ladies, enbies, and gentlemen!” he announces loudly like we’re in front of a crowd. There very well could be one from the performance we just put on. “Is there anything my Omega can’t do?”
My good mood comes crashing down because I know the one thing I can’t do.
Get free of Kieran Cobb.
But I smile sweetly and let him pull me to his chest.
This was a bad idea.
I know that.
There is no denying that it would be better for everyone if I removed myself from Maverick’s life.
But I tried to reject him, to keep him safe, and look where we ended up.
He’s mine now.
And I’ll do anything to keep him safe.
Even if it destroys me.
TWENTY-THREE
I met another scent match. I’m not sure how you feel about having a pack, but it looks like we’ve got one.
I stareat the text to Emmanuel again. I sent it an hour ago, and he still hasn’t responded.
What if he’s upset? What if he doesn’t want to share me?
Would the pack bond be enough to convince these two Alphas to get along and share me?
As I process more test results, catalog and organize them the way Walter likes, I find myself drifting into my fantasies.
Visions of me, Emmanuel, and Maverick laughing as we chase Hannah around an open backyard with a tire swing. Emmanuel’s long, delicate fingers running through my hair as I sit between his knees. Maverick, throwing me over his shoulder, and being chased by Gage.
I fumble with the papers in my hands.
Where did Gage come from in that daydream?
Sure, we’ve shared some-okay, many-texts since we exchanged numbers, but it hasn’t been anything serious. At least, not serious enough for him to start to invade my fantasies.
And yet, he was there.
I think he would fit in with the Alphas. It would be hard for anyone to dislike the Beta, and his energy would meld well with Maverick’s.
Heat pools between my thighs as I think about the two of them surrounding me in my nest, treating me like prey. Maverick would say some stupid quip, Gage would make a bizarre joke, and we’d all fall into a fit of giggles before we kissed, stroked, and licked each other’s bodies.
But I have two Alphas. I can’t just go and pick up a Beta. That’s not what’s done anymore. Betas aren’t parts of packs anymore. Alphas don’t like to share their Omegas.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, making my heart stop. I reach into my pocket, expecting to see an upset message from Emmanuel.
