Page 1 of Knot a Bad Idea

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APRIL

I lieon the bed and stare at the ceiling, a ridiculous, goofy grin on my face.

Holy crap.

This is my life right now.

I’m in a ridiculously comfortable bed surrounded by the softest blankets and pillows money can buy.

The sun is setting, casting a vibrant golden hue through the bedroom.

The post Heat bliss is glorious.

I can say, without a doubt, that this has been the best Heat of my life. I’m still a bit warm, and my body is sore from the strenuous activities, but it’s worth it.

I heave a heavy sigh while stretching my arms up, feeling more feline than woman.

A wave of tranquility washes over me as I pull the blankets further up my body and turn onto my side.

The bed still smells like Hunter, Liam, and Donovan.

They’ve kept me fed, hydrated, and clean while my hormones took over my body and made me a needy, horny mess.

I don’t know how many times they must have changed the sheets for me, and gratitude fills my heart.

They cherished and honored me even when I didn’t feel like I deserved it.

They treated like me like royalty.

And I liked it.

No, Ilovedit.

I hum contentedly.

I usually don’t prefer the princess treatment—that’s Skylar’s thing.

But maybe I just hadn’t found the right pack.

A knock sounds at the bedroom door, followed by a subtle scent of eucalyptus.

Liam.

“Come in,” I murmur, not moving from my spot in the nest. My limbs are heavy, and my heart is full as I smile to myself. The door was cracked, not shut.

Liam didn’t need to knock, but he did.

It’s such a sweet, thoughtful gesture.

The bed dips with a sudden weight, and strong, warm arms wrap around me. Liam pulls me to his chest, my back to his front, and he sighs against my neck. A subtle purr resonates from behind me, the vibrations soothing my tired limbs.

“How are you feeling?” he whispers, his breath tickling my skin. His nose nudges at my neck, and he inhales deeply, scenting me.

I can never get close enough to him. I never used to be a cuddler—but all I want to do is be in Liam’s arms. His love language is physical touch, and I know it helps ground him when he experiences anxiety.

Hunter’s is also physical touch, if how he’s thoroughly fucked me sideways for days at a time is any indication.