Page 53 of Knot A Chance

I drifted back to sleep while he was gone, and before I knew it, he was sitting in front of me and pulling me against his chest. Bennett had made this heat the best I had ever experienced. When I was cold, he warmed me up, even going so far as to toss blankets in the dryer before wrapping me in them for extra warmth. When I was hot, he stripped me naked and gently ran ice cubes across my skin. He fed me and kept me hydrated even when I resisted, and he kept me full and knotted whenever I asked. No matter how many times I begged for more, he delivered.

He held a bowl of soup between us and lifted the spoon filled with hot, creamy liquid to my lips. I opened them happily, spurred on by the cheesy scent filling the room.

“Mmm, that’s so good,” I said.

Bennett beamed with pride. “I’m glad you like it. It’s Wyatt’s family recipe.”

“He shared it with you?” I asked, taking another bite. I was much more coherent than I’d been when my heat started. I was pretty sure it would break soon, and while I was relieved to get out of the nest and shower again, I was already longing for the intimacy that being with Bennett during my heat had built.

Bennett kissed my head softly. “Has Ally ever told you about our parents?”

“No,” I said, looking up at him as he continued to feed me.

He frowned. “Our parents died in a car accident when I was eighteen. Ally was sixteen and Oakley was fourteen.”

“Bennett, I’m so sorry,” I said, wrapping my arm around him. I kissed his chest and nuzzled against him. I took the bowl of soup from him. “Tell me, while I finish what might be the best soup I’ve ever had.”

He nodded with a sad smile. “They were coming home from a holiday party at Wyatt’s house. His family moved here when he was sixteen and they bought a Christmas tree farm.”

I chuckled. “You smell like a Christmas tree farm. Wyatt smells like vanilla.”

“Yeah, I know. Maybe that’s why he was so drawn to me at school. I smelled like his new home.” Bennett laughed. “Anyway, the forecast called for a few inches of snow and the roads near the lake always freeze over beneath the snow. Our parents went off the road and crashed into the lake. Reid and Donovan found the tracks from their car the next morning, but our parents had both drowned long before then.”

I set the empty bowl of soup on the nightstand closest to me and curled back into Bennett’s side.

“Donovan says that’s what made him want to be a cop, but Reid was the one who called the police and insisted that he and Donovan be there when we were notified. He was the one who told Oakley, and he still fights off tears whenever the topic comes up.”

I wrapped my arm around him and scent marked him, encouraging him to continue.

“Wyatt’s parents felt terrible. None of what happened was their fault—winter storms weren’t unusual, so it wasn’t like they’d even considered canceling the party for bad weather—and at that point, our families had been close for two years. Wyatt and Ally were clearly going to spend their lives together, so they took all three of us in. I stayed with them while I went to trade school to be a mechanic. I moved out when I got my first job working for Tom, who owned the garage before I bought it from him two years ago. Ally stayed with them until she and Wyatt moved into our parents’ old house together when Wyatt finished at the police academy and she took business classes at the community college. And Oak lived with them until she graduated from high school, and then I helped her pay for her apartment for a few years until she finished cosmetology school.”

“Wow,” I said, tightening my arms around Bennett’s waist. “I had no idea. Did they have other kids?”

“No, just Wyatt. But at this point, we all think of them as family. We go there for the holidays together. It’s not the same as having our parents, but Cindy and Paul kept all of us together and supported us during the worst time in our lives. They even rescheduled our Christmas celebration for January that year to give us time to grieve without ruining the holiday forever.”

“They sound amazing.”

“They are,” Bennett said. He tipped my chin to meet my eyes. “And so are you. I’d love to bring you over there for dinner sometime.”

“I’d like that,” I said. I clutched my stomach as a cramp seized my muscles. “I don’t think this is over.”

Bennett chuckled. “No, handsome. You still smell sweet as hell. We’ve got at least a few more hours of this.”

He handed me a glass of water again and I drank it down. “What about Reid and Donovan?” I asked. “How do they fit into everything now?”

Bennett took the empty water glass and set it on his nightstand before rolling on top of me. “Later.” He kissed his way down my stomach, and my dick took no time to rise up in interest. Bennett took my cock in hand and swallowed me down, tightening his throat around my tip and making me cry out in pleasure as another round of feral need consumed us.

The sun breaking through the wooden blinds in my bedroom warmed my face. My entire body was relaxed as I blinked my eyes open.

My heat finally broke.

I lifted my head from Bennett’s chest and looked him over. He snored softly, his limbs heavy on the bed in a way that made it clear how exhausted he was. An alpha’s body may be able to rise to the occasion to take care of their omega during heats, but that didn’t mean it was easy on them.

Bennett hadn’t left my side for three days other than to get me food and water from the kitchen. I smiled as he stirred slightly. This man is more than I could have ever hoped for. I kissed him softly on the chest before rolling out of bed.

My bladder ached for release, and I stumbled my way to the bathroom. A shower seemed like the best idea I’d had in days. I turned on the water and stepped back to the toilet to pee, sighing at the relief of the pressure decreasing in my bladder. It was practically orgasmic, and I suspected it had been a long time since I’d bothered to get up and use the bathroom.

Bennett cleared his throat behind me and pulled my attention to where he stood, arms folded as he leaned against the door casing. “That fucking sound,” he said, grabbing his hard dick through his sweatpants. “Hearing you moan in relief just made my very overused cock hard in less than a second.”