Page 79 of Knot Without My Permission
“Hmm,” she says, turning onto her back. Her tits are on full display, but I’m trying very hard to focus on her words. “If you could redo one moment of your life, what would it be? Take your time.”
“Everything I’ve ever done has led me to you,” I say honestly. “I joined Devon’s club because I was running from the law. My dad was beating my mom, and I killed him. My mother made me leave because I’d just gotten out of prison the year before, and she didn’t want me to go back. My dad changed a lot when I went to prison, started drinking, and my mom caught the brunt of his mistakes. I made sure that the first time I found out was the last.
“Devon made the charge go away, while I gave him my loyalty.”
“I’m conflicted,” Storm sighs, placing his hand on her stomach to draw small circles on her skin with his thumb. “There’s a lot of things I’d do differently with you, Marie. We kind of collided while on seemingly unrelated paths. I came on too strong.”
“Do pigs fly?” she asks, smirking. “This means I get you on your knees forever then, huh?”
“I think that’s a given, Kitty. The Little Queen needs alphas willing to worship at her feet,” he says with a small smile.
I open my mouth to finally ask what the fuck they’re alluding to, but Wilder comes in with a platter of warm bread, cheeses, fruit, sliced deli meat, and more. That’s what I smelled earlier!
The fresh bread. I have no idea how he managed to work so quickly, though he was prepping food earlier in case Marie was hungry when she got back.
Sitting up, I smirk as Wilder places the food in front of us, and Storm scoops up some spreadable cheese to smear across Marie’s chest. He drags his tongue along her skin, sucking and licking as he cleans her up.
“You’re fucking savages,” Wilder snorts as Lore walks in wearing low slung joggers.
My mouth waters even more now, and my gaze hesitates as I see his chest. It’s no longer red and angry, and it finally appears to be healing right.
“A little higher there, Snookums,” Lore drawls.
I raise my middle finger at him without meeting his eyes, and then use that finger to scoop up a pesto cheese dip to smear across Marie’s nipple. She never had a chance to sit up, and she gasps as I take her pebbled areola into my mouth.
My tongue swirls around it to pick up the flavor of the dip, moaning at how fucking good it tastes, before sucking hard to make her moan.
“I did warn her that you would dirty her up,” Lore shrugs.
“We’re playing twenty questions,” Storm says, smacking the back of my head. It takes everything for me to not bite down around Marie’s breast, and she gasps as she feels the hint of my teeth.
Raising my head, I wink at her before moving my lips to the shell of her ear. “When I finally sink my teeth into your pretty skin, it’ll be on purpose, Sugar.”
“Let’s try to get the food inside of her instead ofonher, boys,” Lore snorts, pushing me off her so he can help Marie sit up.
He does exactly what he teases her he’d do what feels like ages ago, scooping some dip onto a piece of bread and hand feeding her. Marie hums her pleasure as she chews her food, reminding us as to why Wilder made food to begin with.
“Sorry, Sugar,” I chuckle, kissing her shoulder. I grab a napkin to clean her up and then help Marie put on her hoodie. “Is it my turn?”
“Yes,” Storm says, tucking into his food. “Nothing too heavy, though.”
It’s interesting that the rules change when Lore walks into the room, but I simply nod.
“Wait, I don’t know if this one is too serious,” I say, realizing that my gauge is broken.
“Ask anyway,” Lore says, rolling his eyes.
“What’s the dumbest reason you’ve killed someone?” I ask. “Dumb as in they were too stupid to live.”
“That’s not too personal,” Wilder snorts.
“I once killed someone because they pushed an older woman out of the way when I was in Flint,” Storm remembers. “The poor woman’s cane went flying, and Wilder helped her up while I took off after him. Do you remember that, Wilder?”
They share a long glance before he nods. “I do. She was half afraid of my cut until she saw I was trying to help her. Her name was Chelsea,” he says. “She was so fucking nice.”
“I strangled the fucker who knocked her down and dumped him in the alley behind a dumpster,” Storm says with a shrug. “I figured that was pretty much business as usual for Flint, Michigan.”
“You’re not wrong,” Lore agrees. “God, I can’t leave you two alone it seems.”
