Page 31 of Knot Giving Up 2

The other man seems more than eager to leave his current company. “If you’ll excuse us.”

McQuinn nods his goodbye to the group, passing protective alpha custody of me over to Dante and Ellis. I want to say something to him, but he’s lost in the crowd before I can catch him.

I let Dante and Ellis lead me away from the group, to the other side of the rooftop where the hosts have set up a DJ and dancing.

Dante positions himself in front of me, his hands lightly trailing up and down my hips. Ellis stays behind me, and I lean back into him, enjoying his warmth and the strength of his hard body moving with mine. Secured between the two of them, surrounded by their combined scent, all the tension of the previous conversation melts out of me. I feel safe, supported, desired. A little buzzed from the alcohol and the summery perfection their scents transport me to.

“I should have known you’d be a great dancer,” Dante says, lips close to my ear.

“Why’s that?”

“You move so well between us.” Ellis grinds into me from behind. I moan as Dante moves closer. He places his hands on Ellis’s hips behind me and presses so close I can feel the hot hardness of him against my stomach. He kisses Ellis over my shoulder and then moves his lips to mine.

As we dance, they touch me everywhere, each kissing one side of my neck, making my stomach flutter with need. I throw my head back on Ellis’s shoulder and Dante gently bites the front of my neck. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make my knees weak and… shit.

I need to get out of here.

I’m perfuming straight through my blockers. It’s subtle, but my thighs are slick, and there’s the slightest hint of green apple in the night air. If this continues, we’re going to be in serious trouble. Dante’s eyes widen a second before I fling myself to the side, away from them, breathing hard.

My gaze flies around the rooftop, trying to see if anyone else noticed. No one is paying any attention to us. Yet. No one except Harrison. He’s marching towards us with a burning look in his eyes that almost makes me recoil. My already spiked terror mixes with the natural omega need to cower before that much raw alpha energy.

“We need to leave.” Dante’s voice is low in my ear. His hand comes to the small of my back, pushing me forward, the touch burning through the light fabric of Harrison’s t-shirt and right to my already tingling skin. My perfume comes in stronger.

“Get away from her,” Harrison half-barks.

“We need to get her out,” Ellis replies.

“Not you. You’ve done enough already.” Harrison is a ball of tense anger, and I whimper as I sink away from him.

“He’s right,” Dante puts his arm around Ellis, pulling him away from me. I look from one of them to the other, the omega side of me begging to curl into them or climb them like the horny bitch she is. It’s like I’ve opened some kind of dam on my sexuality and now I can’t shove it all back down anymore.

Harrison looks about ready to kill Ellis and Dante for making me perfume through my blockers, but he’s right, leaving with them won’t help things. I take a step towards Harrison. The movement of my legs makes a wave of baked apples and cinnamon hit the air, causing Harrison to growl, throw me over his shoulder, and half runs towards the stairs.

A few of the athletes around laugh and make teasing remarks as we charge out of the party. Harrison ignores all of them.

This is the first time he’s really touched me since… the time he almost bit me. I shudder, but it’s no longer from fear. His grip on my bare thighs is hot and heavy, and I imagine that touch other places on my body. Hanging upside down, I let my hands run up and down his back and sides. How long will it be before I can touch him like this again?

Harrison curses and flies down the stairs two at a time. He bursts out onto the street, but doesn’t head towards the Olympic Village. His head swivels as he walks. “We need to get you some scent neutralizing spray.”

I know he’s right, but the blood is all rushing to my head, the alcohol is still thrumming through my veins, and my arousal is still peeked. Plus, Harrison is holding me. Harrison, my alpha. My pack alpha is finally touching me. I don’t want it to stop. I want more.

With a shaky breath, I trail the waistline of the light brown pants he’s wearing with my fingers. I can’t tell if the noise that comes out of him is a bark, a growl, or a moan. Pleasure tightens my core, and I squirm, trying to rub my thighs together while thrown over his shoulder. My scent surges, flooding the air.

“Fucking apples,” Harrison says with an unmistakable groan. I look up and over my shoulder. He nuzzles his nose into the side of my lifted ass. I whimper, imagining him biting me right there.

“Bite me,” I beg, grabbing his ass over his pants and squeezing, loving how he feels in my hands.

The breath swooshes out of me as I suddenly land on my feet, pressed up against a brick wall in a narrow, dark alley. Harrison grabs my wrists and slams them over my head. I’m caught like an animal looking up at a predator.

“You want my bite, Meggie? Is that what you want?” He snarls, so out of character. “You want to drop out of the Olympics, ruin our chances, put yourself and us in danger from the accusations Daniel could make? Is that what you want?!”

Fear and arousal fuse in my muddled senses. I can’t think straight. I blink, surprised to find tears in my eyes.

“Is that what you want?!” A second after he yells the question, his lips crash into mine, a hurricane, dragging me up into the turmoil, stealing all control. My insides liquify. I feel this kiss in every nerve ending in my body. Everything is on fire.

Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, when I’m ready to toss it all for one moment of pleasure with him, he flings himself away from me, pressing his back against the wall on the other side of the alley.

We’re both breathing hard, staring at each other with a silent dare, at war with ourselves. He breaks eye contact first, pulling out his phone and typing something.

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