Page 66 of Forget me Knot
Glaring at him, I sit in a chair and place my sandwich on a plate on the coffee table. “Firstly, I have no idea who it is, and secondly, which goes back to my first point, it won’t cause issues. I don’t know who it is, and I don’t care,” I reiterate.
“You sure you can’t think of anyone?”
My thoughts momentarily drift to Lesley, but then I dismiss them. That’s not her style. She is in your face and wouldn’t sneak around. She’d slap a card on that bouquet with her name in capitals, wanting everyone to know. “No,” I say slowly as they stare at me, waiting for an answer. “I honestly have no idea.”
“Okay, here’s a follow-up,” Sam says, arms crossed. “Is there anyone out there that you would like it to be? Are you crushing on an omega and would be thrilled if it was her who sent you those flowers?”
“What?” I snap. “Don’t be absurd.”
“Man has a pint,” Jack says in his quiet, calm way. “Answer the question.”
“No,” I growl. “I’m not crushing on anyone except the omega who had my knot inside her minutes ago, so fuck off with the interrogation. It is not appreciated.” I lean forward and grab my sandwich, not quite gripping it firmly enough and take a bite out of it while the salad slides off and lands on the pink towel. I pick up a piece of cucumber and flick it at Sam. It slaps him in the face with a satisfyingly wet sound, and I smirk.
Sam snickers, peeling cucumber off his forehead. “Nice aim, twat.”
“Thanks,” I reply, grinning, and decide to leave it at that. No need to escalate things further. For a moment, the tension eases as we all chuckle, and I feel the camaraderie between us, but Sam has other ideas. He tosses the cucumber back at me, but it falls short, landing on the floor instead.
Jack shakes his head with amusement. “Alright, children, let’s not start a food fight.” He rises and adjusts the towel around his waist before bending to pick up the discarded cucumber piece and throwing it in the bin. He scoops up the overfilled tray and heads to the bedroom. “I’m going back to Lily.”
Finishing my sandwich quickly, and join him with Sam. We settle comfortably around Lily.
She stirs and mumbles, “Knot.”
Jack reaches her first, and this time, there is no stopping him from claiming her.
Chapter 33
Jack
Removing the towel, I throw it on the floor and loom over Lily, brushing back a strand of her hair from her sweaty face. She has a raging fever, a side effect of her heat, and it worries me. But she smiles, her eyes still closed, letting me know she’s okay.
“Don’t fuck about,” she purrs. “Give me what I need.”
Chuckling, I grip my cock. As much as I want to give her pleasure first, she doesn’t need nor want it. She wants the knot, and that is all she will focus on for the next couple of days.
I guide my rock-hard cock inside her with an unrestrained groan. She is slick from her heat and Max’s cum, making it easy. Her body welcomes me, clenching around my shaft as if she’s never wanted anything more. I hold still for a moment, savouring the feeling of being inside her again.
“God, Jack, move,” Lily demands, her voice breathy and desperate.
I oblige, sliding in and out with slow, deliberate strokes. Her nails dig into my shoulders, urging me on. I pick up the pace, slamming into her harder and faster. Gripping her hips, I push her into the bed, forcing her to be still. Her tits bounce with each thrust into her. Her nipples are pink and hard, and I wantto bite one, but she purrs loudly, drawing me back to the matter at hand. Her desperate need because of her heat makes it hard to think straight; all I can focus on is the way she feels wrapped around my dick and the primal need to knot her again.
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice breaking the thin thread of control I have left.
I push into her one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my knot swells and locks us together. Lily cries out in relief and satisfaction, her body trembling against mine as her pussy clenches around me. I unload my cum deep into her, praying as I always do that she will catch and make me a father. I want it so badly, I can taste it. Her orgasm doesn’t quit. My knot is bulging inside her sweet pussy, stretching her, and she is whimpering for more. Tears slide out of the corner of her closed eyes, and it rips at my insides.
“Please,” she rasps. “It’s not enough.”
This is the part I hate. Seeing her in so much agony, and I can’t do anything more about it than I already have. But I have to do something. There is no way that Sam or Max can wedge their cock into her now, not with my knot inflated inside her.
So I do the only thing I can think of. I grip her hips, forcing her to be as still as possible. “Shh, Lily, I’ve got you,” I murmur, and with a powerful thrust, I shove my hips forward, pushing my knot further into her.
She screams at the pressure, and I grit my teeth, trying to focus on keeping my movements steady. Lily’s screams turn into desperate whimpers. “More, please, Jack.”
Her plea breaks me, and I lean down to kiss her forehead, whispering reassurances. “I’m here, princess. I’ll give you everything I have.” My body clenches, and I push even harder, hoping the extra friction will give her some relief.
As her sobbing begins to subside, Sam reaches out and strokes her hair gently. “You’re doing great, Lily,” he whispers softly.
Max settles on her other side, offering a comforting presence. “We’re with you,” he says firmly, his hand resting on her thigh.
