Page 26 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Violet

Q uinn’s scent is everywhere—on my sheets, on my skin, in the air—and I don’t want to move. The ocean breeze smell is calming and comforting, and all I want to do is wrap myself in it, in the blankets, surround myself with pillows and—

I sit up with a gasp.

Holy shit. Do I… want to nest?

Heart pounding, I swallow, thoughts reeling.

I’ve never felt the desire to nest. I’ve never overproduced slick before. I’ve never been knotted before, either.

The signs are all there, right in front of my face. I can’t deny it. The connection is real.

At least, it is with Quinn.

Can I really be a part of a pack? Can scent matching actually be real?

Wait… what day is it?

I swipe my phone from the nightstand and check the date. I’m supposed to take my monthly Supprex dose tomorrow.

Shit.

I climb out of bed in a haze, wrap my robe around my body, and head for the door.

I know Quinn and Vaughn are gone, but I don’t know if Ben is home or not.

My suppressants could be wearing off, and if that’s true, and that’s why I’m able to sense these things, feel these things… then Quinn was right all along. And Vaughn, too.

I can see Vaughn’s hurt eyes in my mind when I think back on the conversations we’d had about packs and later scent matching. How callous I’d been.

How wrong.

I have to know.

Quinn’s door is right across from mine, and I already know what’s going to happen.

I slowly and quietly open his bedroom door and take a deep breath through my nose, filling my lungs with ocean breeze. My chest rumbles, my knees shake, my core grows hot.

Fuck.

I step back into the hallway and shut the door, fast.

That was a little more visceral than I’d expected. Quicker and stronger than even last night when he was actually with me. Fucking me.

Crap.

With a shaky exhale, I move down the hall to Vaughn’s room. Bracing myself, I open his door a little at a time, holding my breath until I step over the threshold.

His room is tidy, lots of whites and grays and blues. Antique maps of Italy hang on the far wall, artsy black and white photos of cities at night on the opposite wall.

I inhale.

That smoky whiskey scent that before, I’d always just barely sensed, barrels into my lungs, fogs my brain, and I drop to my hands and knees on the gray carpet, whine erupting from my chest, slick sliding down my bare thighs.

But I’m in control enough to crawl from his room and close the door, ragged breaths echoing in the hall where I’m still on my hands and knees.

Holy fuck. This is not what I expected.

Although I can already guess what is going to happen, I am compelled to crawl to Ben’s room.

If he hadn’t heard me, scented me, then he must not be home, either. Still, I knock, just in case.

When no answer comes, I debate if I should even stand before opening the door.

Deciding it probably isn’t a good idea, I stay on my knees and turn the knob.

The scent of cinnamon mixed with sandalwood makes my mouth water, my pussy throb, and finally, my slick splashes from my pussy instead of dripping down my thighs.

Gods, it’s true.

They’re mine.

We’re a pack.

With a pitiful whine, I shut Ben’s door, climb to my feet, and scurry to my room where I throw my robe to the floor and open the bottom nightstand drawer.

I pull out my thickest vibrator, the one with a remote that inflates with a knot at the press of a button, lay on my back on the bed, and start fucking myself with it.

No preamble. I didn’t even turn it on yet, and I’m quaking, wanting, needing, like never in my life.

I come fast, and it isn’t enough.

I turn the vibration on, and keep fucking myself, harder and faster, wishing that Quinn and Vaughn and Ben were all here with me. Fucking me. Watching me get fucked. Knotting me.

I want all of their knots, in my pussy, my ass, my mouth. I’m so wet, so slippery, so ready for them that I wonder if I could take two knots in my pussy. Or maybe even my ass.

That’s when I come again, screaming, and I hit the inflation mechanism, setting it to max, letting it stretch my pussy, hit the right spots inside of me, vibrating like Quinn’s purr.

I don’t even take it out before I fall back asleep.