Page 74 of Knot for Me
Her cheeks turn pink. “I still can’t believe you read this stuff.”
“It’s fun. I figure if I’m going to spend hours in the pages of a book, I better enjoy it.”
“I like that,” she says with a sigh. “I wish I were creative enough to write.”
“Writing sounds like a lot of work. I’m happy to be on the other side of the process.”
She chuckles. “I do love reading. I envy the authors. They create these magical worlds. I mean, these aliens? Who comes up with this stuff?”
“Her name is on the front of the book.”
“Shut up,” she says. “You know what I mean.” Her eyes implore me to understand.
“I do. It would be amazing to craft an entire world.”
She nods. “Yeah. Anyway, Cicely is about to get railed by a tail, so can you stop staring at me?”
“Absolutely not.” I smirk. “Read it to me.”
“What?” Her eyebrows pinch together, and her cheeks turn even more pink.
“Don’t be scared. I’ve read it before. My book isn’t nearly as interesting right now.” I hold her eyes, daring her to do it.
Reagan is an omega, but she’s a bit of a brat, and I can tell she hates the idea of letting me win. She doesn’t want to chicken out, so she rolls her eyes and clears her throat.
“No laughing.”
“Cross my heart.” I make the motion.
“God, this is embarrassing,” she mutters before straightening and picking up her book. “Cecily eyed Roark’s tail with curiosity. They’d explored each other’s bodies and she was dying to know how it might feel in more intimate spaces. Buried in the softness between her thighs.”
I bite back a laugh. These books are good, but sometimes they make me laugh.
“ ‘Roark?’ Cicely asked, voice breathy and husky.” Reagan changes her voice to imitate her. “ ‘Yes, my queen?’ Roark’s declaration sent Cicely into a tizzy. His queen. This magnificent creature before her worshiped her. A simple human. Cicely always wanted to be cherished. She was sharing a bed with the being she might love, and that thought made her insides warm.” Reagan stops and takes a breath.
“Do you think he’ll give her the tail?”
“Shh,” she says with a smile. “ ‘I want to feel you.’ Cicely ran her hand over the tip of Roark’s tail, caressing and moving the appendage toward her core. ‘Please.’ ” Reagan glances at me, glaring at the hand covering my mouth. “You said you wouldn’t laugh.”
I lift a shoulder. “I’m not.”
“You’re grinning.”
“That’s not laughing,” I point out, jutting my chin toward the book. “Keep going.”
“Close enough,” she grumbles. “Where was I? Oh right. ‘What my Queen wants, she gets,’ Roark said with a slight rumble in his chest.’ Ha. This reminds me of you alphas.”
“You’re getting distracted.”
She shoots me an evil look but continues. “Cicely felt the appendage wrap around her thigh, gently squeezing before sliding higher and higher, closer and closer to her love cave.”
I cackle. Once.
“Cory.”
“I’m sorry! It says love cave.”
“Listen, I’m not going to judge the author for that. There are only so many words for vagina. I admire her creativity.”
