Page 27 of Knot As It Seems

“Umm…that’s alarming, and good to know. But no. I promise I wanted it.”

Edric lets out a relieved rush of air, and something settles down the line.“Good. That’s good. Do you…need anything?”

Monet encourages me with a smile, and a small hip thrust that sends me reeling and moaning into the phone, surely torturing the poor alpha on the other end of it further. “Dinner? With you? I mean, with us. Me and Monet.”

There’s a dirty sounding flesh on flesh rhythm that starts on his end.“Are you knotted right now, Omega? Tell me.”

“Oh, he’s totally jacking off right now,” Monet amusedly tells me.

My eyes go wide andoh gods, the rush. Maybe being an omega really isn’t so bad. “So fucking knotted,” I whine as Monet starts pushing into me yet again.

Edric grunts and the sound intensifies as Monet plays me like a tambourine, making me mad with renewed lust until I cough up yet another orgasm through my ravaged body. I’m left shaking and weak in the aftermath, his body stiffening as he most likely comes again inside of me, and then Edric makes a similar sound, a groan echoing through the speaker and right into my ears, making the whole situation even better.

“Best orgasm of my fucking life and you’re not even in the same room as me. Gods, you’re going to ruin us, aren’t you?”

I feel a wicked grin tip on my tips. “Absolutely obliterate, hopefully.”

I can’t make out what he’s doing now, but it’s quiet and I’m actually starved for his icy blond hair with the braids he wears off to the side, shaved sides and the rough jaw and the piercings up and down his ear. I want to lick them and…fuck. I cannot be needy already.

“Dinner. Text me when you’re ready. I’m going to…clean up. Thank you, Omega, for taking such good care of your alpha. Invite me earlier next time, would ya?”

He clicks off and I’m left in a puddle of exhaustion, slightly dozing off until the wet pull of a spent cock startles me back into wakefulness.

“I’m carrying you inside exactly like this, and I’m going to draw you a bath with all the best salts that Calloway gotyou, and then we’re going to get ready for our first date. Don’t be surprised if a few more end up joining us.”

Fifteen

“Sir, we have a dress code. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to—”

I pause right as I’m about to pass the hostess stand, pivoting to give this girl my full attention. I don’t give a fuck what their dress code is. I wasn’t changing out of my black tank before I left.

She eyes the collection of silver jewelry hanging around my neck, the dark, water patterned tattoos covering basically every inch of exposed skin from my chest to my jaw, the gauged ears, pierced lower lip, long black hair, and finally my eyes, way too icy blue to be very masculine, and she sucks in a breath, falling backwards into the stand holding all the menus.

I switch the toothpick I’m chewing from one side of my mouth to the other, smirking when her eyes follow it and catch on my fangs, leaning forward onto the podium so I can intimidate her even more. “No, thanks.”

I stride off, leaving her stuttering, my alpha dominancenearly choking her even though I’m pretty sure she’s human. Time to hunt down a naughty omega.

I went back to the office today thinking she’d take at least another week to recover from almost fuckingdying,only to come home and find most of the household out to dinner. Here I thought I was doing the noble thing, giving her space so she wouldn’t be quite so overwhelmed, but now I’m feeling like I kind of abandoned her. As long as I get eyes (and maybe something else on her) in the next few minutes, I can continue to be a somewhat reasonable alpha. At least by my standards.

Moon was sitting at the home bar when I got home from work, pouting like an asshole, but I dragged the details out of him.

He was on babysitting duty, his words not mine, lost track of her while he was working, and resurfaced to find her no longer virginal and a bit more bonded than she was when she woke up that day. I’m pretty sure all of us expected her to hole up with Anderson for a good week while she got her feet under her, but she’s already proving she’s the exact right type of trouble.

We didn’t have any sort of timeline in mind for when we thought we’d get to make the bonds real, but I do know existing in a house with an omega as potent as Fable, hearing her voice only behind a door, knowing how fragile she was and that I couldn’t touch her or hold her because she hated all of us, or so I thought, has made me fucking mental. Even if it’s only been a day or two. Time is hard to keep track of with her wreaking havoc on us all.

I don’t know how the hell Monet managed to break through her defenses and secure his spot as her officialalpha, but I will be having words with him later. Maybe ask for tips if it feels appropriate.

It’s not hard to find my pack in the dimly lit restaurant. The humans that make up the majority of the place are too quiet and the handful of non-humans too smart to draw attention from the highly dangerous pack of alpha vampires out with their omega.

I was up all night customizing shit for her wardrobe that I just happened to be already making, unwilling to let any other clothing touch her body when she wasn’t dressing for comfort. I don’t know if she knows where her new collection of dresses has even come from, but I really outdid myself.

Even sitting down, in a dark corner booth, she steals every ounce of my attention. The candlelight is throwing a soft glowing cast on her dark hair as she smiles at something Anderson is saying, her elbows on the table as her folded hands hold the side of her chin.

She feels me staring, and she slowly turns and stares back, calculating.

The other guys are dressed well, appropriately for the situation anyway, and here I come, unshaven, in a black tank specifically designed to show off the tattoos I suffered through, black jeans and leather boots with chains on the side, my jewelry sliding around my neck like I want more attention.

Not going to lie, it feels pretty damn good to know everybody in the place is looking at me and trying to avoid being noticed, because my alpha dominance is working overtime wanting to protect the omega that I can’t yet reach.