Page 137 of Knot To Be
“I don’t feel good,” she whimpers, her lashes fluttering.
“We’re home,” I reassure her. “Do you want Pablo in your nest with you?”
There’s one bedroom downstairs outside of the nest here, and then the other bedrooms and Pablo's nest are upstairs.
“Yes. Why aren’t we inside it already?” she pouts.
“Just checking,” I murmur. Verona smirks at me, probably already having known what Rosa would want.
This home has everything that I wanted, including a safe room. I’m the only one who knows about it as of yet, since William Turley showed me where it is behind the kitchen pantry while he was showing off the house. There’s a fake doorway at the back, and it opens to the safe room. I’ll discuss with Pablo what it’ll need to be fully functional and how to outfit it without needing an outside security company. I’ll show my pack the room once we’re ready to outfit it. It’s not a secret, I just haven’t had the time to tell them about it.
Or, maybe I’ll start shopping for one I may be able to trust. If for some reason our children are inside there, I want them to be able to call for help. Children are no longer the threat I once held over Rosa’s head, and she’s beginning to come around to the idea. I meant what I said though, if the clock runs out on my father’s will, I’ll redistribute his businesses.
Our pack is more important. It may even be a relief not to need to juggle so much.
Verona pulls out the one book left in the large bookcase, which opens a door into the nest. It’ll ensure we’re protected against intruders as well if it’s ever necessary and we can’t get into the safe room.
Life isn’t always easy. I want my pack to have options to hide if they can’t fight at my side.
Stepping out of my shoes, I turn toward the full bathroom across the hallway.
“You need a shower, baby,” I sigh, holding her up as I help her out of her dress.
“You do too, Pablo,” Ciro murmurs.
“Please fuck me,” Pablo groans. “I can be dirty while you give me your knot.”
“I’ll chase you upstairs,” my brother teases him. “If I can’t catch you, I’ll fuck you against the tile wall of the shower.”
“And if you do?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I see Pablo is already stepping backward, ready to run.
“I suggest you don’t find out,” Ciro growls.
“Fuck!”
The sound of pounding footsteps makes me chuckle, and I let Rosa’s dress hit the floor.
“I’m with Pablo. I was a very good wife,” Rosa whimpers. Her hair has blood in it, and I grin as I sit her on the counter so I can rip off my clothes.
“You were so good,” I croon. “Still standing, unhurt, though there’s a bruise on your cheek, baby.”
“A few of my family members hit me in the same place while we were fighting,” she grumbles. “I don’t want to walk. Ups, please. My legs feel like jello.”
“Ups?” I snort. “You’re so cute when you’re in heat. Like a cute little animal.”
“Those still have teeth and claws,” she reminds me. “Shit, is the water turned on with the water company?”
“Yes,” I grin. “Silas got everything in our names, and made a lot of calls on our behalf. We need to send him a gift basket or something.”
Turning on the water in the shower, I return to my wife, dropping to my knees to worship between her thighs. Her legs open trustingly, and my soul settles. When she accepted the bottle of water from me at the party, I knew she trusted me.
That’s a huge thing from a woman who I thought was more likely to slit my throat than wish me well.
My tongue is coated quickly with her slick as I drag it over her puffy lower lips, and I use my fingers to expose her clit. Rosa is very responsive, but her face pinches with pain, showing me shedoesn’t need foreplay. She needs my dick. Still, I suck hard on her clit, listening as she cries out before rising to my feet.
“I have what you need,” I promise her, lifting her into my arms. My cock rests right at her entrance, as if we both know how desperate she is. Taking control, her heels dig into my ass and her hands brace on my shoulders to sink herself down on my dick.
