Page 52 of In Knots

“You share bedrooms?” I ask.

“Yeah, everyone’s always surprised by that, but you know what rent’s like in Studworth, even this side of town.”

I don’t. I have no idea how much it costs to rent somewhere, but I nod anyway, feeling ashamed at my ignorance.

“Doesn’t it get a little cramped?” I ask, thinking of the pure size of the four men.

“That’s the way we like it, baby. That’s what being a pack’s about. Living in and out of each other’s pockets.”

I stroke my hand down my throat. “It sounds suffocating,” I murmur.

“Not if you’re with the right people, baby.” He perches on the back of one of the sofas and twists me around to face him. Then he kisses where my fingers just scraped along my throat. “Don’t do that, baby. Don’t hurt yourself.”

I stare at him, and he stares right back. “I don’t realise I’m doing it half the time.”

“I know.” He kisses me there again, soothing against the soreness. “Do you know why you do?”

He’s still kissing my neck and it’s easy to talk when I’m not meeting his eye. “When I feel trapped.”

“You feel trapped now?” My eyes flutter shut as he nibbles the point where my neck meets my shoulder.

“No,” I sigh.

“When do you feel trapped?”

“All the time.”

“But not with me? Not with Ryan?”

“No, then I feel free.”

He tugs me in closer, standing me between his thighs.

“And how did it feel last night?”

I open my eyes and peer down at the top of his head, my eyes flickering over the grooves shorn into his hair.

“I … I can’t explain how it felt.”

He glances up at me. “Did it hurt?”

I shake my head, “No it was …” I bite my lip.

“That good, huh, baby?”

I nod.

“And how? How did he fuck you?”

I cock my head, unsure what he’s asking me.

“Missionary? Was he on top?”

“Yes.”

“You wanna do it again?”

I smile at him. “What do you think, Alpha?”

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