Page 129 of Knot Without My Permission
He whistles loudly to drown out my complaints, shaking his head.
“I’ll be back with a wheelchair,” he grumbles, standing as my alphas hide their amusement.
Great. No one is going to save me from the grumpy doctor. I love this for me.
Wilder
It’s right around our very late breakfast when Lore gets a text to check the news. Storm walks into the living room to turn on the television, and increases the volume so we can hear.
“Reports are that no one knows who set the fire. There are half dressed women fleeing the property, and it appears several people were killed in the fire,”the reporter says. “Trisha, you can see the black cloud of smoke for miles, and I’d suggest everyone stay inside because the fumes are potent. Police aresaying an organization down the road has had some conflicts with these bikers in the past, and they’re running down whatever leads they can find. Please stay tuned for more soon.”
“I really hope Devon has an alibi,” Lore mutters.
His phone buzzes again, and he glances down to read the message. Snorting in amusement, he turns the phone so I can read it.
Devon
Yes, Dad. I’m covered. The cops are chasing their tails. I wasn’t anywhere near their clubhouse.
“Well that answers that,” Ransom chuckles.
“I think this calls for some celebration,” I murmur, grinning.
“I’m not allowed on my ankle,” Marie pouts. The doctor says her ankle is sprained, and to stay off of it for a few days. We’re happily carrying her around, and Ransom asked if we can make a backpack to carry her around in.
Marie smacked him in the back of the head in response. I think it was perfectly appropriate.
“You don’t need to bear weight on your ankle to watch us run a train on Ransom,” Lore chuckles.
“Why me?” he asks, a deep blush filling his face.
“Because I always keep my promises,” Lore says, shrugging. “I promised myself that we were all going to take your sweet ass as a bonding activity. Are you up for it?”
Ransom pulls his waistband down with a smirk, showing off half of his very erect shaft.
“Are we knotting him?” Storm asks, his gaze on Ransom as he pulls his pants back up. “Baby, those need to be going in the opposite direction for what we’re planning.”
“Fuck,” Ransom murmurs, biting his lip.
“I believe that’s the point,” Marie rasps. “If you’re a very good boy, I’ll be your plaything, Ransom.”
“Sugar, you’re too good to me,” he purrs.
“Meet you upstairs,” Storm says, starting to grab plates.
“Leave them,” I grunt, moving around the island to pick Marie up into a bridal style carry. “Where are we doing this?”
“Pack bed,” Lore says, following me.
Storm and Ransom bring up the rear, though Storm also takes a side trip to turn off the television first.
Marie grins as she buries her face in my shoulder, and I kiss her forehead.
“You know you fucking love our insanity,” I tease her, taking the stairs at a fast pace.
“I do. There’s never a dull moment in this house.”
Walking into our bedroom, I set her gently on the bed. Before I’d toss her onto the mattress, but she has bruises blooming all over her body from the motorcycle crash.
