Page 39 of Knot a Chance in Hell

“What?” Silas barked, jerking back as if punched.

“You’re compatible with her. She needs an Alpha right now. You’re the only one of us capable of helping her.” Ezekiel’s words were tight and desperate. “You have to help her. Please.”

“Fucking shit. Damn this all to hell!” Silas threw down the wipes and stood. “I’ll help you to the boat, Eze. You’ll be fine.”

“No, I’m hurt. You have to go.” Ezekiel didn’t look up as he nabbed the wipes and gently cleaned my scratches.

This was a shit show. Nicolette needed us, but I was too injured. Ezekiel was right. We had to give our Omega what she needed even if we couldn’t go ourselves. “Go, man.” And when Silas didn’t move, I yelled, “Now!”

Silas looked at us both once more, and then stormed away, cursing the whole time.

After the forest quieted, Ezekiel asked with exhaustion lining his voice, “Do you think she’ll accept him?”

As much as I hated to say it, “Yeah.”

“Do you think he’ll accept her?”

Now that was the bigger question. Silas had closed himself off after Sarah. Maybe he’d be able to sate Nicolette without becoming attached, but I didn’t see how any Alpha in this world could resist her.

CHAPTER TWENTY – Nicolette

Every texture, every scent, every sound was magnified a million times. I writhed in my nest, feeling each ball of lint and all the buttons on Kodiak’s shirt and the seams of Ezekiel’s pillow. My slick soaked through everything and would not stop flowing, but it was the least of my worries. If I’d thought I felt pain from my heat before, it was nothing compared to this agony.

One minute I’d been excitedly admiring the wee green shoots in the greenhouse planters, and then I’d been on the floor, howling with how hard it hit me.

I’d been sure I was past the climax of my heat cycle. The past three days with Ezekiel and Kodiak had been crazy. I couldn’t even count the number of times they’d knotted me.

And, oh fuck, that’s exactly what I needed now.

I screamed into my pillow, not wanting to scare Savva anymore. Somehow he’d gotten me back here to my nest and called Ezekiel and Kodiak. They were out in the Tongass. It would take them a while to get back.

How long had I been in here? The sun was dipping behind the mountains. Minutes. Hours. It didn’t matter. My world was fading in and out. Tears streamed down my cheeks.

My heat was going to kill me. I was going to die naked in a wet bed with a vibrator between my legs. The toy was nothing compared to my Alphas’ thick dicks, ramming hard into me, stretching and filling me with their seed as they knotted.

Pain twisted and tightened in my core. I cried out, not caring to muffle it anymore. There was nothing I could do.

I grabbed my vibrator and chucked it as hard as I could across the room. It whacked against the door frame just as the door swung open.

Before my eyes could register who it was, my nose and pussy told me. My Alpha. The powerful scent of masculine musk, the woods, and leather. My legs clenched as I reached for him, whimpering with my need.

As I reached for… Silas.

Where were Ezekiel and Kodiak?

My nipples tightened and a wave of slick gushed down my legs.

Why was he here? He hated me.

I was crawling toward him no matter how he felt. His big strong body, dangerous and inked, had on too many clothes. So hot. I had to have him in me.

“Nicolette,” he hissed out my name between clenched teeth and slammed the door shut behind him. Yanking off his shirt, he threw it aside as she strode toward me. Even as I grabbed at him, he snatched a handful of my hair and tipped my head back. “Fuck, you smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you.”

Yes! I didn’t get a chance to answer before his mouth slammed hard against mine. Good thing, too, because I didn’t want gentle at the moment. I clung to him like a feral cat, scratching at his arms and shoulders, suckling on his tongue. He pushed me back onto the bed, and I flailed, trying to get him on his back so I could ride him.

Silas slammed me down harder and growled. “Naughty kitten. Scratching me and throwing your toys.”

“Knot me!” I pleaded, struggling to press my hips to his. Damn him for still having on pants.

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