Page 30 of Knot for Me
I cut my gaze to him. “Yes, sir,” I say, cutting off a little piece of lasagna and popping it in my mouth to keep from laughing at the anger flaring in his pretty irises. “Oh fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes and savoring the taste. It’s so close to Grandma’s. “This is amazing.”
“Reagan.” Lucas’ voice pulls me out of my food induced orgasm.
“What?” I ask once I swallow, furrowing my brow.
“No moaning at the dinner table.”
“Well, that’s no fun,” Marco mumbles.
Cory kicks him under the table, and Marco scoffs, whispering something nasty to the other alpha. I can’t hear what they’re saying. Lucas’ burning gaze has me snared. My mind flashes back to the hallway where he yanked me closer by the back of my neck. How his teeth felt against my ear and how easy it was for him to command me.
“I can’t help the noises I make.”
His nostrils flare a little, no doubt taking in my pheromones which are pouring off me income hithervibes, which are in stark contrast to myget fuckedmentality. “You’ll have to learn,” he says, aggressively stabbing his lasagna with his fork.
I drop my eyes to my food and wrinkle my nose. “Yes, master.”
“You’re a brat.” Lucas growls at the end of his words.
Yeah, I’m not the little lamb he wants.
“I don’t think I can change that either,” I murmur, shrugging in apology. “I’ll make sure to be quiet the next time I want to show someone how much I enjoy what they’ve made me.” Turning away from him, I smile at Cory. “This is really good.”
“I’m glad you like it.” His chest puffs up a little with pride.
We eat like Lucas didn’t have an outburst. Marco and Cory banter, including me in their conversations like we’re old friends. It would feel easy if it weren’t for Lucas’ gaze burning into me. Every bite I take, I can feel him watching. Every gulp of wine, I sense him studying me like I’m a thousand-piece puzzle and he’s suddenly realized he overcommitted and should have stuck with a five-hundred piece.
“More wine?”
“Definitely,” I tell Marco, holding my glass so he can fill it.
I finish that glass with the rest of my lasagna, still praising Cory for how good he did because the man can cook.
“I didn’t make dessert,” he says suddenly, face scrunching in disappointment.
“I’m too full anyway.” I rub my stomach before stretching my arms over my head. “I love when a meal puts me to sleep.”
“I picked out a movie.” Marco swirls the last of his wine in his cup, giving me a hopeful look. “Do you likeKill Bill?”
“Of course I do.” I hold up my glass so he can fill it and whistle the song from the movie.
“You just made my night.” He fills up his and Cory’s glass too.
Lucas is fuming at the end of the table, probably furious he’s being left out of the conversation, but no one likes a Debbie Downer and this guy is definitely a vibe killer. I don’t know what crawled up his ass. No one asked him to buy me, so his anger is confusing.
“I guess I’ll clean up.” I take a big drink before grabbing my plate and Cory’s. I stand, the buzz from the wine making my head a little dizzy, but it’s not too strong yet. One more glass and I’ll be drunk, which is precisely my goal. Marco starts to stand, but I give him a nasty look. “I’m the maid, and you will let me wash these dishes. It’s the least I can do since Cory cooked.”
He holds up his hands and sits. “Okay.”
I nod, dropping off the plates at the sink before going back for Marco’s and Lucas’. Marco hands me his with a big grin. I take a steadying breath before turning toward Lucas. He doesn’t hand it to me—rude—so I walk to the end of the table and grab the edge of it. His hand grabs the other side and holds it hostage.
“Look at me.”
Grinding my teeth, I scowl at him, imagining stabbing his fork into his hand. I don’t say anything. He holds my gaze, blue eyes bouncing between mine. A tense moment passes before he releases the plate. I squint at him and scoop it up, scurrying to the sink and far away from his alpha-dick energy.
“I’ll go get the movie set up.” Marco’s chair scrapes across the tile when he stands.
“Guess we need more wine. I’ll be back.” Cory leaves as well.
