Page 33 of Knot As It Seems

It feels important to watch as Edric kisses her, forces her to open her eyes so she can see him, asking her if she wants him to bond her as well. She’s still knotted and completely wrapped up in Calloway, but that doesn’t stop Edric from leaning down and biting into her neck right below her ear. She screams again while Edric goes stock still, hips bucking against her while their bodies process the bond the guys have tried explaining to me.

Edric doesn’t even seem to care that his new mate’s body isn’t even his to really play with properly while he bondedher, he looks entirely too happy just to be included, just to be next to her.

I find myself questioning my earlier excuses. What could possibly be out there that’s better than this? Better than the way these three people are now connected?

It bothered me, the thought of sharing the woman I thought I wanted to spend my life with, because that’s just not what I was raised to want. I’ve always just been with one woman at a time in a monogamous-type relationship, because I bought into the toxic male bullshit that real men could satisfy their women on their own.

I somehow twisted my worth into how successful I was in maintaining the kind of relationship I saw modelled by my parents.

But watching as two men work together to reassure the omega in that bed of everything she needs to hear to feel safe again, watching as Calloway eventually pulls out of Fable and immediately helps her climb on top of Edric, makes me realize that maybe there’s something to this pack life.

But if I was wrong about one thing, what else am I wrong about?

Seventeen

Being awoken by a full bladder isn’t the most exciting thing to happen to me this week, but I guess after the absolute wreckage of my body, compliments of Calloway and Edric, I’m due for some normalcy to remind me I’m still mortal.

Prior to moving into this house and being around alphas 24/7, it didn’t really occur to me that sex was something that could heal so much within me, something that could form deep bonds. I didn’t really understand the machinations of it entirely, didn’t understand its purpose outside of heat driven need.

Even now, lying in bed, naked, between two stacked alphas that exhausted themselves into a sex coma, I’m realizing it’s as part of daily life with packs as breathing and eating. Necessary and…fun.

It’s kind of cute to watch Calloway and Edric wrap their arms around each other in my absence, too out of it to realize I escaped. It’s tempting to stay awhile and watch, to get my fill of how affectionate they are, even to eachother, when they want to be. I’m relieved that the alphas I had constructed in my head, the ones that were cruel and just wanted me to suffer, were mere figments. The real alphas are warm-hearted and are quietly desperate to be loved and have an instinct driven need to show affection almost as strongly as I am to receive it.

Why are there so many doors in this room?

I thought somebody mentioned nearly every bedroom had its own bathroom but imagine my surprise when I open a dark blue door that does not lead to a bathroom at all, but another bedroom containing a very wired and very constrained Anderson.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

I shut the door quietly behind me, tilting my head and not bothering to feel ashamed for standing in front of him, nude.

He looks crazed. Hair disheveled and sweaty, muscles bulging all over his torso, wrists slightly…bloodied…oh, he’s been trying to escape this jail for some time.

He doesn’t say a word as I drift closer, his frenzied eyes shining an odd color. Instead of their normal hazel color, there’s a golden ring in the center, nearly glowing. “Is your alpha in control right now, Anderson?”

I step closer, thighs brushing the edge of the bed. His eyes go straight to the soft hair covering my pussy, then he lets out a menacing growl. “Omega…you…shouldn’t be in here…right now. I want to do terrible things to you.”

An amused laugh escapes me at the irony of it. “So now you’re trying to distance yourself because you want me too much? You need to make up your mind,Alpha.”

Bladder really incessantly irritating me, I aim myself towards the small restroom I spy in the corner, spending a minute to clean myself up with the stack of fresh and clean washcloths in a tidy basket. Being knotted by two alphas in succession is quite messy, apparently.

When I’m all washed up, I walk back out to the captive I’m commandeering, braiding my hair over my shoulder in an attempt to get it off my neck. When I turn to take in the room, I realize I missed the most important feature of this odd bedroom; the one-way glass giving an intimate look into Calloway’s room.

I step to the window, mind racing as I put a hand against it. I thought this was a giant mirror when I was in there before. A little kinky, sure, but this? This is intriguing.

“You were in here the whole time, weren’t you? Well, how about that?”

A pained groan escapes Anderson as I shift my weight, my ass cheeks flexing slightly at the movement.

Oh, right, I was in the middle of doing something. “Did you enjoy the show? What did we learn from our actions?”

“That I’m a dumbass and I’m sorry. I was struggling with things that had nothing to do with you, and I deserve to be kicked in the dick.”

Speaking of said dick…it’s peeking out the top of his jeans. They’re riding low on his hips, and with his current state of immobility, I can imagine the only way he might have gotten any sort of friction while watching us essentially perform for him, would be to use that waistband as a fuck toy. His whole ass is nearly exposed underneath him, likely from him rubbing it against the mattress in anattempt to get the waistband of his jeans to rub up and down his dick. He’s clearly gotten himself somewhat stuck though, because the tip of it is quite an alarming shade of purple, swelling, as the material is being stretched to his limits with his knot fully inflated behind the zipper. Can’t ignore the large pile of dried splooge all over his stomach, cementing his t-shirt to his skin, either.

“You stare at that thing any more and you’ll be the one to get a show,” he warns. His voice is still gravelly, breathing intense.

“You really think you’d be able to come just from me standing next to you?”