Page 62 of Knot Giving Up 2

Nils gives a sharp laugh. “And create a scent trail leading every alpha in France to us? No, horrible idea, babe.”

“Stop that,” Ellis says. His focus is on Meggie’s legs. She’s rubbing her hands over them slowly and sensually. I’m not sure she even knows she’s doing it.

And it’s so fucking sexy. I’m not strong enough for this.

“I think… the fever’s coming back,” she whimpers.

I swallow thickly. I’ve never experienced an omega in heat before, or the effect it has on an alpha, and it’s… fuck.

“I need… another…”

The van bucks as we hit a curb and jerk to the left.

“Sorry!” McQuinn shouts. “Focusing is hard—everything’s fucking hard.”

“Say ‘hard’ one more time,” Nils urges, his hand landing on McQuinn’s thigh.

“Shut up!” Dante barks.

Meggie moans.

We all fly forward, seatbelts digging into our sternums as McQuinn slams on the brakes outside the entrance to the village. There’s no way we can drive through security like this.

“Everyone out,” I order. “I’ll stay here with Meggie.” I’m being selfish, but I’m the biggest and strongest, plus my bark is the worst. I’m guarding our girl. “Get her scent neutralizers, anything that says ‘deodorizing’ on it, and some clothes.”

“What’s the plan?” Dante’s hand hovers over the door handle. “We won’t find a hotel with availability in the middle of the Olympics. Half the world is here. Are we just gonna drive out to the middle of nowhere and rut her in the grass like animals?”

Meggie’s head rolls back at the idea, and her moan is sweet torture.

“Just go,” I snap. “Quickly.”

My pack mates leave, and I’m suddenly rethinking my desire to be left alone with Meggie. This is going to test every ounce of strength I have.

“I hate feeling out of control like this,” Meggie whispers.

My responding chuckle is dark. “You’re not the only one, love.”

Before I know what I’m doing, I’m moving back to sit with her. Her body is scorching, her cheeks are flushed, and she won’t stop the little pink tip of her tongue from licking her lips despite my request that she knock it off. This was a miscalculation. I shouldn’t have moved to sit next to her. Should have dragged my butt to the front seat and put her gorgeous ass as far away as possible.

My self-control is only so strong, and I don’t want to lose it while she’s got heat fever brain. But I don’t know if I can hold off when her smell is so… I can’t even describe it.

And once we find some place to go, and my pack mates are helping her through her first heat, how am I going to stay away?

I try to ignore her draw and focus on looking up hotels with heat suites on my phone.

“Harrison.” Her words are breathy.

It’s impossible to ignore her when she’s like this. She’s got her head laid back, resting on the seat, her neck exposed, and that fucking little tongue licking her lips again. Her hands aren’t just rubbing her legs now, they’re moving up and down her sides, over her breasts, up into her hair. Everywhere I want to touch.

“Can you please stop that?” I say.

“What?”

“Touching yourself like that.”

“Oh.” She sits on her hands. “Sorry. It was helping. Keeping me… grounded.” She bites her bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark. “I didn’t know it would… hurt like this.” Her face scrunches and she bows over with a curse as another cramp hits.

I can’t stand to see her in pain. “Come here.”

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