Page 60 of Knot Your Pucking Secret

“It seems you did,” I reply back, my voice breathy.

I don’t move as the three men close the distance between us. They don’t touch me. They don’t have to. Their proximity is enough to set every nerve ending alight.

“Are you going to let us bond you, Omega? Are you going to let us make you ours?”

I nod at Dominic’s question. It's a no brainer. They deserve to be loved and so do I.

“Yes, Alpha. I am yours.”

Holden steps forward, taking my cheek in his hand. “Thats right. Our fucking Omega.”

A twig snaps behind me. Before I can react, Sasha is there. One hand settles at the small of my back as he shepherds me the final step until my shoulders meet the rough bark of the tree. His palm slides from my waist to my jaw, his thumb brushing slowly across my cheek as he tips my face toward his.

Dominic and Holden drift to either side of him, boxing me in without ever making me feel trapped.

Protected.

Claimed.

Sasha’s blue eyes search mine.

“So…” His voice is rough with amusement. “You finally ready to tell the whole damn world we’re dating the coach?”

A laugh escapes me despite everything.

“I think we could just keep this between ourselves.” I smile. “I kind of like that you’re my dirty secret.”

The humor disappears from Sasha’s shadowed eyes, his mask doing nothing to hide the primal, territorial man lingering beneath.

“No.”

His grip on my jaw remains impossibly gentle, but his voice leaves no room for argument.

“I’m not your fucking secret, Lennon Welsh.”

The silence that follows settles over us like a promise. One I intend to keep.

“No. You're my happily ever after.”

THE END