Page 110 of Knot for Me
“She knows I’d never hurt her.” I head to the stairs, resisting the urge to run up them like a lovesick teenager.
Cory and Lucas follow me, a heavy silence falling between us the closer we get to Reagan’s room. I rap my knuckles on the door loud enough for her to hear but not demandingly so. Carefully opening it just a crack so as not to let in too much of our scent, I call her name. Her soft sounds subside, and the quiet is almost more unnerving than the sound of her discomfort.
“Frank’s girlfriend brought something for you. To ease the pain.” I wait a second. “I’m going to leave it by the door.”
“You can bring it to me.” Her voice is so soft I think I imagined it until she clears her throat and says it again.
“I have Lucas and Cory with me…” I trail off. “I can send them away.”
They both growl softly behind my back, and I hear Reagan chuckle. I smirk, proud I made her laugh when she feels so miserable.
“They don’t have to leave, but everyone has to behave.”
I frown. “We don’t have to come in, babe. I’ll leave the bag. Do you need anything else?” I set the bag down and start to stand. I stop when I hear a grumpy omega snarl.
“I said you can bring it to me.”
Cory smacks the back of my head. “You made her mad.”
Whirling around, I shove him. “Fuck, dude. I’m trying to be nice.”
Lucas shoves between us. “Stop it.” The command in his voice is unmistakable and his eyes darken. “Reagan told us what she wanted. That’s all you should be worried about.”
Cory and I look away from each other, and I grind my jaw.
“You’re right.” Cory sighs. “Sorry, Marco.”
“Don’t worry about it.” I shrug and glance at him. “I get it.” We’re all a little on edge with Reagan’s scent torturing us.
“If you’re done fighting, get the fuck in here.” She pants between each word, struggling to speak.
The three of us make for the door at the same time, desperate to do what she asks. I get stuck in the door with Lucas, and he glares at me hard enough I twist to the side and let him go first. He shakes his head and grabs the bag, walking with determined purpose to the closet. I nearly walk on his heels on the way there with Cory breathing down my neck, the same desire driving him.
Get to Reagan.
The air is filled with my new favorite scent. I inhale deeply, trying to savor the sweetness and remembering it for later. My pants grow uncomfortably tight with my almost instant erection. Fuck. This isn’t even her at her full heat. It takes me a minute to find her between the shock of the closet’s transformation and all the blankets—some in a neat stack and others strewn over the floor—and pillows. Lots and lots of pillows. Reagan is curled up under Cory’s blanket, head peeking out and eyes skipping between the three of us.
“Has anyone ever told you that you guys fight like a bunch of girls?” She wraps the blanket around her like a shield and sits, scooting back as we filter into her nest.
“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Lucas touches the string of lights.
“Don’t tease me,” she says, glaring at him.
Cory closes the closet door, and she snaps her head in his direction. “Do you want it open?”
“No.” She bites her cheek. “You’re in here.” She sounds surprised by this.
“Do you want us to go?” I ask, squatting down and running my hand over the edge of Cory’s blanket. Hopefully she can’t see my boner, but these sweatpants don’t hide much.
“No,” she says softly. “You brought me something?” Her eyes jump between the three of us, probably terrified we’re going to force ourselves on her or something equally barbaric.
“Frank’s girlfriend had a pain-relieving oil.” Lucas grabs it from the bag and holds it closer to the light so he can read the instructions. “You have to rub it on your stomach.”
“I don’t want that.” She shakes her head and looks at me, a plea in her gaze.
Without her needing to say, I know exactly what she wants but doesn’t want to admit.
“We’ll keep our promise,” I say, holding her gaze. “No mating marks. Nothing you don’t want. We’ll sit here with you if that’s all you want.” It’ll be the worst kind of torture, especially since I already feel the urge to rut, and I’ll have the world’s longest case of blue balls, but I’ll fucking do it if that’s what she wants. Shit, she can tie us all up if she has too.
