Page 55 of Tying the Knot
“We needed it,” Morgan adds, “but I need all of you too.”
“Is this squared away in your heart?” Nik asks seriously.
“Completely,” she replies just as earnestly. “We are mates. I accept that. Do you?”
I love that she played that game and handed him the ball right back.
“I do,” he growls and strips off his clothes before anyone can say anything else.
Dylan and Kal join in, clearly reassured by her words.
To my disappointment, I feel my knot deflate, releasing her body from mine, but I know she will be properly taken care of.
She climbs off me and curls up in her nest, suddenly shy. I understand her reservations. Our pack has never shared a woman before, so this is also new to us.
“This is our first time as well,” I murmur, so she knows she isn’t alone.
“Oh?” she asks in surprise.
I nod. It relaxes her a fraction.
“May I?” Dylan asks, indicating the nest.
She nods, and I scoot over to make room for him and the other two when she says, “All of you are welcome. Please join me.”
Nik and Kaleb are slower to move forward than Dylan, who practically leaps onto the bed next to her, a cheeky grin on his face.
I sit back and watch as he kisses her, feeling no jealousy or envy to be where he is. I know what we have, and I know it will only grow deeper and more intense as the other pack members get involved.
If anything, it’s actually turning me on. It’s my own live porn show, and I realise that I like it.
A lot.
My dick grows hard again, eager to be inside her once more, but it’s time for the others now.
I frown as a loud banging resounds through the house.
I glare at Nik. “What the fuck? Are we expecting someone?”
He shakes his head, concern on his features.
“Wait here,” I instruct them all.
Morgan and Dylan pull apart, but I give them a smile to show I’m not worried and that they should continue.
Dylan shrugs and goes back to sucking her lips into his mouth, his fingers moving down to flick her clit. I am mesmerised for a moment before the incessant banging starts again.
I hastily get dressed and slip out, closing the bedroom door behind me.
Crossing through the hallway and out to the small entrance hall, I yank open the door with a fierce scowl. “What?”
“You don’t answer your phone all of a sudden?” Halstead barks, standing there with his fist in mid-air, about to beat on the door again.
“I’ve been busy,” I mutter, taking a giant step back, knowing I have Morgan’s scent all over me.
But it’s too late. His face grows scarily dark, and he growls, reaching out to slap his hand to my chest. “You had better be eating Christmas fucking chocolate like a sloppy pig and not fucking my niece, you absolute cunt!”
He shoves me back into the entrance hall, leaving the door wide open. “Morgan!” He yells. “Are you in here?”
