Page 77 of Knot Without My Permission
“However,” he murmurs, kissing me until my heels are lifting off the ground. Dammit, why is everyone enjoying teasing me this morning? “I want to feed you instead. Have you eaten?”
I bite my lip guiltily, because while we grabbed dinner before we left, I haven’t had anything since. My stomach growls loudly, betraying my hunger.
“Not in hours,” I confess. “I could eat.”
Wilder snorts, turning me toward the living room and patting my ass.
“Go see your alphas, and I’ll bring you something.”
Wrinkling my nose at him as he grins, getting a feel for exactly how much I dislike being “patted”, I cross the house to where my alphas are lounging on the new modular couch.
“There she is!” Ransom says excitedly, making me laugh as he pulls me onto the couch between them.
“He’s very excited you’re home,” Storm says drolly. “I had to pin him to the couch to let you shower in peace.”
“Lore didn’t receive the same treatment, so while it wasn’t exactly peaceful, I’m very clean,” I admit, cheeks heating at the memory.
Ransom snorts, turning into my body as he pulls me until my ass rubs against his erection.
“Storm and Wilder missed you too, they just kept busy. However, I was banned from using power tools until you got back.”
My cheeks hurt from how hard I’m grinning. I missed the chaos of pack life, despite not being exposed to it for long.
“I vaguely heard about that,” I tease him.
“Ugh. So fucking embarrassing,” he groans, burying his head in the pillow beside me.
“It’s not like you can help it,” I soothe. “I’m way too wired to sleep. I swear, I can still feel the rumble of the motorcycle underneath me.”
“That never really changes,” Ransom says, his voice muffled until he raises his head. “The adrenaline rush will always chase you once you’ve been on a bike. Tell me about Ryder. I’ve never met him before.”
“He’s awesome,” I admit. “Ryder helped me build my bike out on paper, and then taught me how to ride. He was never impatient or condescending either.”
“You’ve had shit teachers in the past,” Storm observes.
“Nursing school doesn’t always offer teachers that are meant to teach,” I shrug. “Sometimes, they've seen too much and they’re apathetic about the job. A lot of my teachers told me I wouldn’t be able to hack it, and that was their version of tough love.”
“Jesus,” Ransom mumbles. “It explains a lot about the hardass nurses I try to avoid. I want to learn more about basic medic work so I know I’m not fucking things up in an emergency.”
“What about taking EMS classes?” I suggest. “This way, it’ll add to what you’ve already learned. You may even find that you have more training than you think.”
“I could,” he muses. “Most of what I learned was on the fly or in prison.”
That information makes my eyes widen slightly. I know they do some fucked up shit, but I didn’t think about them going to prison for it for some reason.
My alphas feel as if they’re above the law.
“It’ll be easier since we’re not on the road as much anymore,” Storm adds. “How long is the program?”
“It depends,” I reply. “They have different course lengths to suit each person. The shorter ones have more information to pack into that length of time, which means they’re more intense.”
“I don’t mind pressure,” Ransom says. “I’d like to do it once we’re a little more settled. I’m greedy and I don’t want anything else to pull my attention away from you.”
I blush in places he can’t see as I think about that. Having the attention of four alphas is intense, and I’m sure now that I’m not in heat or sick that things are going to get even more interesting.
“Do you like that?” Storm croons, his eyes on me. “How far does that pretty, pink color go, I wonder? Fuck yes, I can see it. Don’t hide from me, Kitty.”
Shit on a toaster strudel…
