Page 74 of Knotting Hill
I laugh out loud and lean over Russell to climb off the bed. “I need to make a quick call. I’ll be right back.”
They don’t question me as I head to the kitchen, which I appreciate. I’m not sure Franco wants me to blab about his request to anyone.
I dial my dad and wait.
He answers in two rings. “Storm. Everything okay?”
“You been taking lessons from Mum?”
He chuckles. “I’ll take that as yes.”
“Yes. But I need to speak to you. Not about me. Are you free in the morning?”
“Early. Can you be at the practice by 7AM?”
“I will be there.”
“So glad you’re working with us, Stormy.”
“I’m grateful, but it’s temporary.”
“Doesn’t have to be. We won’t interfere.”
“I’ll see.” That seems to be my go-to answer for getting out of replying to things lately. But I know that my ‘I’ll see’ to the St. Lucs is me being coy. I want them. I want what they’re offering me. And when the time is right, I will mate with them.
“Humph.”
“See you in the morning, Dad.”
“See you, Stormy.”
We hang up, and I return to the men with a small smile playing on my lips. “Ask me again.”
JP looks up from where he is flicking through his phone. He sits up straighter. “You sure?”
I nod.
Standing in my bedroom, clutching my phone, dressed in a cherry print tee that barely covers my arse, my stomach twists into a knot of anticipation.
JP smirks. That sexy, wicked curve of his lips that makes me want to kiss him.
“We’re just a pack, standing in front of an omega, asking her to mate with us.”
I watch as the three men drop to their knees in front of me.
“Yes.”
I drop to my knees as well. I’m flattened to the floor, one of my alphas ripping at my tee, another kissing me deeply as my beta pushes my legs apart.
Bliss.
I’m floating on a cloud of pure bliss.
Forty-Five
Storm
Staringat my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I pull my hair into a ponytail, and I’m ready to go. Suddenly, I hear a loud thump coming from the living room.
