Page 55 of Knot Without My Permission
“Marie, I think you’re forgetting that your pack is rich,” Lore murmurs as he cages my body and walks behind me. “Get whatever you want, don’t look at prices. They don’t matter, and you deserve nice things.”
Chewing on my bottom lip as I look around me, I nod tentatively. This is hard for me to do. I never buy anything without asking myself how many hours of work it’ll cost me. Shift work is grueling, especially the hours I’ve been keeping.
“Do you need some help spending my money?” he asks.
There’s a thrum of danger in his voice and I quickly shake my head. While I can feel more of his emotions, I can feel a door separating us. I’m curious what he’s keeping from me, but it also scares me. I can feel the need to spank me coming from him, and I squeeze my thighs together at the thought.
As much as they’ve spoken about spanking me, they’ve never done it yet. I think I’m warming up to the idea.
“Who will do my tattoo?” I ask in an effort to get my body’s response in control.
Lore smirks as he takes my hand, well aware of how he’s turning me on. I changed after my pack ruined me in the best of ways, but I left the cum on my breasts and inner thighs. My sweater and pants won’t give up the secrets I’m keeping, and I chuckle under my breath as Ransom winces as he walks, a basket in hand.
Neither one of us will ever be the same now.
“Burner has a tattoo kit and tends to do them,” Lore explains. “He’s patient, draws his own art, and very professional. We can go somewhere else if you’d like.”
“I like Burner,” I admit. “He made sure I felt comfortable pretty quickly.”
“Burner doesn’t like many people, but I hear he helped start your nickname,” he says. “Fuck, this place is big. Help me out, Princess. Walls or floors. What should we do first?”
“Oh. I thought I would just buy some sheets and maybe a chair for my nest. Is that really necessary?” I ask.
My pack growls at my words, and I get the feeling my spanking may happen from multiple alphas today.
“Walls,” Ransom grunts. “Those should go first if she decides she wants to paint.”
“We’ll paint if she wants color,” Storm amends. “I don’t want her on a ladder.”
“You’re impossible,” I sigh, walking toward the back left hand corner of the store where the paint is.
There’s so many colors, I can’t make up my mind, and Wilder calls someone over to help. The associate is an omega who curls her nose up at us, and I feel very subconscious, knowing I reek of alpha cum and pheromones.
“Is there any way to see paint swatches?” Storm asks, ignoring their reaction.
My alphas are wearing their cuts with sweatshirts underneath since it’s freezing out. I have a comfortable wool duster over my clothes, but I know my alphas appear dangerous. They just won’t cause shit at a store.
They’re one percenters, not rabid or feral. This girl needs to adjust her attitude before I make her.
Lore rubs my back, fully aware of my aggression, and I lean into his body as he releases the kinks in my body.
“Which ones would you like,” the woman asks.
“The diamond cream, navy admiral, and the emerald, please,” I reply. “It’s difficult to visualize how it’ll look from the cans.”
“You’re right,” she says with a nod. “I’m Hastings. I’ll bring them over to you. I don’t know if this is helpful, but there’s wallpaper around the corner. Sometimes having a full picture can transform your nest into a beautiful space.”
“Thank you,” I say, watching as she nods, stiffening again as she backs away from my alphas.
“Do we smell?” Wilder asks, making a face as the woman leaves.
“I think she may have a problem with the MC,” I say, shaking my head as I walk around the corner. “Oh.”
There are so many different choices, but it does help that there’s photos next to the wallpaper. Rubbing my finger over the different textures, I find myself smiling excitedly.
“Wallpaper for the win,” Ransom murmurs, watching as I look around.
There is a sunflower pattern that I think would be pretty on the back wall of my nest, and I find a textured cream pattern that’ll look good on the remaining walls. By the time Hastings returns, I’ve made up my mind.
