Page 66 of Knot for Me
She gives me a look over her shoulder before checking the shipping label. “The box says it’s yours.”
“My mom sent it.”
Her eyes go as wide as saucers. She throws her head back, howling with laughter. I bite my lip but can’t stop the ridiculous smile from spreading across my face. She’s so tickled it’s hilarious.
“My mom clearly doesn’t love me,” she says, suddenly grave. “She’s never sent me a dildo.”
“One, it’s a vibrator. Two, can we trade parents?”
“Absolutely,” Amelie nods. “Though your mom will have to exchange this for a different one. I can’t take a knot.” She studies the Knot Master. “God, she’s so smart. This is supposed to help during your heat, right?”
“Yeah,” I grumble, snatching the package from her and shoving it inside the big box. I scoop up the lube and hold it out to her. “And this is supposed to help too.”
“I don’t know why you’re so upset. This is ingenious. Who needs a real alpha when you can have silicone.” She gives me an eyebrow waggle. “Don’t let Lucas see that.”
I take the lube back and toss it into the box as well, closing it so I can carry it upstairs. “I don’t plan to. Come on.”
Amelie trails behind me as I head to my room. “Do you need anything else? Nipple clamps?”
“What?” I ask, scoffing. “Nipple clamps won’t help me through the heat.”
“Maybe not, but wouldn’t you want to make the most out of theKnot Master?” She deepens her voice when she says it, trying to sound manly.
“Kill me now,” I groan and push my half-shut door open with my butt. “Why are you here?”
“Cory asked me to take you dress shopping.”
I set the box down on the bed. “If I’m going to be working in the kitchen, why do I need a dress?”
She shrugs and flops down on the bed, digging through the box like the contents belong to her. “I don’t make the rules.”
“Right. Fine, whatever.” I chew on my lip at a sudden realization. “I don’t have much money.”
“The pack is paying for it.” She holds up the bath bombs, eyes lighting with envy. “These are the best. Your mom is amazing.”
“I can’t let them pay for a dress.”
She gives me a look. “You won’t be able to afford the shop we’re going to. Besides, they’re not buying you the dress, the pack is.”
“That’s the same thing,” I say with a huff. “They are the pack.”
“Whatever.” She places the bath items back in the box. “Take the dress. I can’t be the only one in a fancy getup. I need you.”
I glare at her. “Don’t try to guilt trip me.”
“If you don’t come with me, I’ll get in trouble.”
Crossing my arms, I sigh. “Are you lying?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. My only job for the day is getting that sexy ass into a beautiful dress. If I fail, they’ll flog me.”
“Amelie.” I shove her shoulder. “I thought you were serious.”
“Of course I won’t get in trouble, but I will be sad if you don’t at least come see this place.” She stands and grabs my arm, dragging me toward the door. “Seriously, it’s amazing and I don’t even like dresses.”
“I have a dress,” I say. “The one from the Compatibility Ceremony. That’s a nice dress.”
“Babe, I hate to break it to you, but next week, packs with enough money to buy entire islands will be in this mansion. You need to look the part, if only to make our pack look good.”
