Page 77 of Knot Gonna Give You Up
Yeah, Jesse needed some sense talked into him, but he’s shown me time and time again that he’s willing to try. He owned his fuck up, and now he’s taking immediate steps to show me he’s trying.
Simon? He’s sitting here wallowing in his own damn self-pity like he’s a goddamn martyr. I fell for his fucking act too. He came in shy and reserved, Matched me, kissed me like I was his air, but didn’t do anything more. We never went past kissing, and we never had individual time together.
Now, he’s put Vic in between a rock and a hard place. He clearly loves Vic, and whatever he’s done has made Vic love him too. I won’t make Vic choose, he’s bonded to me, and I can feel his turmoil. If he wants to split his time half and half, he can do that. I won’t stop him. I won’t allow Simon to play this game, though.
I stand and step away, glaring at Simon.
“I’m not going to beg you, I don’t even want to. You don’t consider anyone but yourself and Vic. That’s fine, be with Vic. Know that you’re putting him between a rock and a hard place, though, because I’m not going to make him choose. I’ll just refuse to see you,” I tell him.
Simon still hides his face when he clears his throat, “Are you rejecting me?”
His voice is tight, and I’m not sure if he’s resisting tears or anger.
“No, Simon, I won’t do that to you. If you want out, you have to make that choice. However, I don’t have to see you or talk to you unless you’re going to own your shit.”
I pivot on my heel, not wanting to see if Simon finally looks up or not. My anger fades, giving way to a deep sorrow that I didn’t know I was capable of. I want to mate bond him, so I won’t reject him. Even now, in my anger, I know that we would be great together. I’ve done enough chasing him, though. He can choose to chase me and show me he wants this, or he can live in misery. I have two bonds who love me and a third who wants to show me.
As I storm out of the room, I run straight into Vic, who looks like he’s going to murder Simon. I grab his hand and pull him out of the house with me. When we’re outside, I turn and bury my face into his chest. Vic’s arms immediately come around me, and my tears come fast and furious. I can feel his hand stroking my hair back as I cry out my frustration, my anger, and my sorrow.
Vic leads me to my car and bundles me into the passenger seat before walking around and settling in behind the wheel. He pulls out of the driveway and starts toward Henry’s house. I stare out the window, my tears still going, my fingers interlocked with Vic’s as he drives. I hadn’t expected Simon to shut me out so thoroughly, and I responded with a vehemence that surprises even me.
Once Vic parks my car, he ushers me out of the passenger seat and into the house. It’s quiet, and I’m sure Henry is in his office working. I turn to Vic once we step further into the house.
“Thanks for driving me to Henry’s. I, uh, I can call you an Uber if you want. Or you can take my car and I’ll pick it up later,” I say through a stuffy nose.
Vic looks at me with fire in his eyes, “I’m not leaving you right now, Josie Girl. You need your mates to look after you, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. Si and I had a breakthrough when his rut broke yesterday, so I have no idea what the fuck his problem is. You deserve better.”
His hand cups my cheek, and our lips meet tenderly, Vic’s reassurance flooding down our bond and my own desire threading through his. I send a tendril of desire through Henry’s bond too, but based on the distant groan of “Fuck,” I might have sent too much. My hands reach up and thread through Vic’s hair, messing it up quite thoroughly. I moan in pleasure as Vic nips at my lips before moving down my chin to my neck, licking, sucking, biting any skin he can find.
Henry’s scent hits me before I hear his footsteps. When he’s close enough, I hear a pleased rumble come from his chest. His hands land on my hips and he pulls them back, my ass landing on his already hard cock. Henry dips his head to lick and nibble the other side of my neck before moving up to take my lips.
“What’s the occasion for such a sweet return home?” he asks.
“Simon’s being an asshole,” Vic grumbles against my neck before he pulls back.
I can’t see the look that passes between them, but I feel the tension between the three of us ramp up higher.
“I guess we’d better assure our Omega that her bonded mates are going to put her first,” Henry suggests.
Vic hums in agreement, and I nod frantically, wanting their reassurance and love.
“Let’s give our Omega the pleasure she deserves,” Vic agrees.
thirty-four
VIC
Watching Simon refuse Josie’s care incited an anger in me that I wasn’t aware I possessed. After his rut, I thought things would smooth out; he would be able to surface with reasonable thought, knowing that he hadn’t fully ruined anything. We talked everything out, assured each other that we still loved the other, but then he went and pulled today’s bullshit. For now, though, Josie needs me more.
When Henry and I locked eyes, I could feel his intention down the bond we share. So, I pick Josie up and throw her over my shoulder as I follow Henry up to where she’s staying. When we walk into the room, I realize it’s the Pack suite. My eyes dart to Henry, and he nods with a little smile, confirming my thoughts about what the room is. I grin and plop Josie down on the bed mattress, which smells like the two of them already.
Henry looks at his phone for a moment before glancing at Josie and me. He nods to himself and sets the phone down after sending a message, and removes his shirt. Not about to be left behind, mine flies off as well, and I move to stand between Josie’s legs.
She parts beautifully for me, and I lift her shirt inch by inch, kissing her skin as I go. I savor the soft texture of her skin andlet out a slight rumble of appreciation for the rolls she carries. There’s something so fucking sexy about a woman who carries extra weight, and I plan to make that clear to Josie as long as she’ll have me.
Henry moves to her head and helps me to lift the shirt off her, fully exposing her torso to us, her breasts held in by a delicate, lacy bra. My hands move to her pants as Henry cups her, plucking at her nipples through the lace and making her moan in pleasure. He pinches her just right, and I can smell the rush of slick that escapes her. She smells like heaven, and I unashamedly place my nose directly between her legs and take a large inhale. My mouth waters at her scent, and the moment for subtlety and gentleness is gone. I yank her pants and her panties off, exposing her bare pussy to me.
“Fuck, you’re so damn gorgeous,” I tell her, tossing her pants to the side.
