Page 51 of Knot Now Knot Ever

Fawn:

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Fawn:

Oh, you mean these? Why yes, these beauties are what prompted the photoshoot.

Lyra:

Yes, thank you. Eli, I’m sorry I meant to send you a picture when we first found them but got a little distracted.

Tanner:

Wooow, way to make us look bad.

Tanner:

JK (in case you thought I was serious).

Pascal:

Stop letting us distract you two and go watch your movie.

Fawn:

Aye, aye, captain, over and out.

Cheeks flushed, burning with embarrassment, I grabbed a pillow and hid my face with it, letting out a giddy scream. God, I felt like I was a teenager with her first crush the way these men caused a riot of butterflies in my stomach. Once I’d pulled myself together, I peeked out from the pillow to find Fawn looking far too pleased with himself.

“Oh, shut up,” I muttered.

He gasped and fluttered his lashes at me. “But, angel, I didn’t say a word.”

“You didn’t have to. I could see the smugness written all over your face,” I countered, waving a finger at him.

He caught my hand and playfully nipped my finger. “Look at us… three days in, and we’re already able to read each other without any words. I can’t wait to see where we end up in three years.”

I couldn’t even picture what life would look like three years from now. Would we be in the same house? Was I still working? Would Fawn have had a child by then? Were we all happy and in love? Those thoughts came to a screeching halt as I felt Fawn’s mouth wrap around my finger and suck on it as he drew it back out.

My breath caught in my throat while I watched his tongue flick over the tip of my finger in a highly suggestive manner. “Oh good, you’re back. I thought I lost you there for a second,” Fawn said, rubbing his cheek to the back of my hand. “I didn’t mean to freak you out talking about our future together.”

“You didn’t. It’s just my brain that seems to struggle with what a future with a true pack looks like,” I explained. “For so long, I’ve been fighting against this exact scenario, and it’s hard to switch gears even if it’s something I now know I want for my life.”

Fawn bent over and kissed my forehead. “I’m glad to hear you’ve changed your mind. It helps to know what you’re thinking since none of us want to push you into something before you’re ready.”

Smiling, I wrapped my arm around his legs and snuggled closer before hitting play on the movie. This story wasted no time and wasn’t beating around the bush when it came to the steamy moments. One minute, you see the leading lady get ditched by her boyfriend and go to town with a vibrator, then the highly attractive male lead is choking out a flight attendant with his cock. I swear to God, that scene had to be real, with the glimpses of something real getting thrust into that woman’s mouth.

“Is the whole movie like this?” I asked, fanning myself.

“They give us a little break as they introduce the real point of the movie,” Fawn answered as he slipped a hand in his sweats to adjust himself. “That blow-job scene gets me every time. There’s just something about how he owns her mouth, taking what he wants, and you know she thanked that man at the end.”

My shoulders shook as I laughed at how flustered he’d gotten. “Do your Alphas know how much this man affects you?”

Fawn grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “They love it… probably because they get all the benefits.”

We were soon swept away in the glamorous life of this handsome criminal as he wooed his reluctant lover. The sexual tension that poured off these two actors was impressive as each of them became bolder in their attempts to tempt the other. I was slightly alarmed when she was tied to the bed, but it quickly turned into jealousy as she was forced to watch another woman give her man a blow job. To be clear, I wasn’t envious of this situation specifically. Instead, I imagined being all riled up, but Zachary made me wait as Fawn worked him over with his lush mouth. My body hummed with need while I wished I could be kneeling next to Fawn, making out and taking turns sucking on Zachary’s cock.

Heat flooded my body, and I was soon wriggling my way up Fawn’s body so I could rub my face against his rock-hard dick. He groaned and bucked his hips in approval and then rested a hand on my head, fisting some hair. I expected Fawn to shove my face into his crotch, but he didn’t—he froze instead. Tilting my head, I looked up at him, but his eyes were closed with his lips parted in an expression of pure enjoyment.