Page 55 of Knot a Thief

“I won’t leave here without you.” Seb kisses her again before he pushes up from his knees and takes his glasses from the side table.

Ava cries out, “I need to be knotted.”

“That’s why I’m here,” Max says, staring at Seb as puts on his glasses and walks to the door.

”That’s why we’re here.” I catch Max’s gaze on mine as his hand strokes her back.

Seb sighs.

“She’ll be fine,” I say, turning to Seb. His hazy hazel-green eyes look so sad.

I almost feel sorry for him as I hold out his clothes.

He looks conflicted, unsure if leaving his lover is what he should do. “I’ll call you if she needs you. Otherwise, get some sleep.”

Seb nods lightly. He stumbles to his feet, and I can almost feel the sharp pain of his shattered heart with each step he takes.

With his hand hovering over the handle, he steals a quick glance back at Ava; her contorted movements on the nest reveal her desperate desire.

One only an alpha can sate.

He opens the door as I stalk to the nest, stopping directly in front of her and inhaling her scent.

It’s not sweet like all the other omegas I’ve come across, but her perfume is the one I find tantalizing.

The only scent that has ever made my cock twitch and my teeth ache. Starved of a scented mate for so long, and now my alpha is ready to sink into her flesh.

The feral side of me is already craving for her.

Pull it back, Silas.

You don’t want her.

I have to fight it. Seb is correct. This is sex and nothing more. At least, for me.

But her scent is already coursing through my body, as hatred mixes with need.

“You want this, omega?” Max asks, taking me out of my musing.

A thrill of anticipation travels straight to my balls, knowing she can’t refuse him or me.

An omega in heat is as rampant as an alpha in a rut, and she’s got two of us.

Omegas were made for alphas.

She nods her head furiously.

“You can stay and watch if you prefer,” Max tells Seb as he remains at the door. I know he doesn’t want him in here. Not yet. “Or come back after you’ve recuperated.”

Giving Seb a choice is better than telling him to ‘fuck off.’

I’d let him join in, but I’m not ready to experience this first moment with her. Not with knowing how Ava and Seb feel about each other.

Maybe later.

“You do?” I ask her again. I stroke my knuckles across her pink cheek. “Can you handle two alphas?”

She turns her head to face me. Her eyelids are heavy, but there’s a playful smile on her lips. “Just get this over with.”

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