Page 30 of Knot Enough

TWENTY-NINE

The aftershock of the release wracked through my pussy. Grimm watched me steadily, the corners of his lips upturned, one side more than the other.

I weakly reach for my shorts and panties. He plucked them both up, pressed his nose against them, and groaned, his eyebrows furrowing.

“This is mine,” he stuffed the panties into his pocket. His next move was carefully lifting my foot, pressing his lips on the top of my toes, and dragging his mouth to my ankle. He did the same with the other leg. Butterflies broke out in my stomach. Fuck, he’s hot .

Grimm smirked and sat next to me, his arm swinging over my shoulders to tuck me closer to him.

Breathlessly, I grabbed the shorts to pull them up over my ass, peeking at him from the corner of my eyes.

Part of me was scared about what would happen next.

Each time there was a moment of happiness or relaxation, the rug was yanked out from under me.

But Grimm seemed different—unrepentant, but like in the best way.

I leaned into his side, staring up at the sky.

I breathed in the night air, reveling in the crisp breeze.

Through a small slit of my eyes, I caught him watching me.

The steady gaze unwavering. Instead of shying away, I met his gaze head-on.

Grimm’s lips twitched. He was an incredibly attractive man, and so big.

“What the fuck,” Kane snarled. His voice echoed through the silence of the still forest; it sliced through me like a knife. It took me a second to process what I heard, and I blinked at Grimm while he rolled his eyes up to the sky. Part of me hoped I was just hearing things.

“Great,” Grimm drawled.

I pushed to my feet and whirled, taking a step back. But it was too late for me to run. Kane’s massive form barreled toward me. I froze in place.

He grabbed my arm and yanked. The momentum jerked me forward, and just as suddenly, I stopped. Another large hand engulfed my other wrist. I followed it to Grimm. My arms stretched outward. I tried to pull away, but was unsuccessful. My head whipped from one to the other.

Grimm watched, humor in his eyes, while Kane seethed, upper lip curled at Grimm.

I gave another experimental tug of my arms. The crunch of the grass brought my attention to the forms approaching.

Axel strode forward, Oak by his side, while Rath watched from a distance, face shrouded in shadows.

“Get your shit hand off her,” Axel snapped.

“She was coming on my shit tongue just a moment ago, want to smell her slick?”

Axel and Kane lunged while Grimm chuckled. Their temper allowed me to get free.

“Stop,” I screamed so loud my throat hurt. “What the fuck? Seriously, what the fuck?” I shoved Axel’s chest with one hand and Kane’s with the other. They stopped their charging, but their sneers didn’t waiver.

“Stop pushing her,” Oak murmured. Finally, a voice of reason. He stepped forward until he was in front of Kane and Axe. “Lena, let's go home. We can talk about it there.”

Oak met my gaze, his calm one patient. His words caused a throb to travel through my stomach. Home . . .

“That’s not my home.”

The gentle look on his face cracked.

“Enough. You’ve said your piece. We’re going home. Now,” Rath snarled, suddenly shoving past Oak, grabbing my arm with force. I yelped, and Grimm grabbed me again, keeping me between them like a damn toy.

“Don’t touch me,” I screamed at Rath and lashed my foot out between his legs. He doubled over with a groan.

“My fucking cock,” he wheezed. Oak crouched beside Rath, checking on him. I didn’t feel bad. I staggered until my back was against Grimm.

“She doesn’t want to go anywhere with you,” Grimm taunted.

“This is pack business,” Rath spat, staggering upright.

“Tension is high,” Kane said, stiffly, making an effort to calm the growl in his voice. “Let’s talk about it at home, little Omega.” I met his gaze to see anger battling for dominance.

Grimm snorted, and it definitely bothered Kane if the twitch of his eye was anything to go by.

I balled my hands at my sides.

“You’re not hearing me! I don’t want to go with you.”

“Lena,” Kane murmured. His husky voice reached inside me, and my belly constricted. “Come here.” I swayed at the gentle words. A rumble left his mouth. The sound of his voice lulled me, sending shivers down every limb. “You won’t be harmed.”

Grimm grabbed my arm, ripping me out of the building lust.

Unbelievable. He was using his dominance to coax me.

“Then why are you trying to force me to leave with you? I left for a reason. I needed to get the fuck away from you. All of you. So no, you didn’t come to my rescue. Your presence is unwanted.”

Silence blanketed the clearing except for my breathing. My words rang in my ears.

All the guys looked over my shoulders, a stillness they hadn’t had rippled over their features. I turned to see a gun pointed at my face.

Initially, my stomach dropped, but once I managed to breathe, I relaxed. Grimm’s eyes watched me expectantly.

“Lena,” Kane croaked.

“My finger is getting a little twitchy,” Grimm mocked. Even though we’d just met, I knew he wouldn’t pull the trigger.

I pressed my temple into the gun, making my choice clear. My clear ‘fuck you’ to the lot of Reaper Pack. I had no interest in hurting anymore.

Grimm guided me away with a skillful backward stride. As soon as Kane moved, Grimm clicked his tongue disapprovingly and cocked the gun.

Kane stilled with a growl.

Grimm kept us walking away until they disappeared from view. He slowed and slid the gun at the waistband, his shirt falling over the handle.

“Those fuckers are fast, so I’m carrying you,” he murmured and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder. “My car isn’t far from here. Let's get you to my bed.” He slapped my ass and strode with my stomach digging into his hard shoulder.