Page 130 of Knot a Good Idea

But the question is, do I deserve it?

Yes, we do!My inner Omega screams at me.We deserve it all!

It’s only then I realize what I’m doing.

I’ve been sitting up and rocking back and forth on a pillow, grinding my cunt for friction.

“Fuck this,” I mutter, moving off the bed. The moment I stand, I double over with a hiss as cramps pierce my lower stomach. I groan as slick spills out of me, dripping down my thighs and legs.

I whimper as I walk to the door, gripping the handle tightly.

I could barely make it to the doorway.

How can I go through the rest of the house to grab Hunter, Liam, and Donovan?

I’ll die trying to go down the stairs.

I swing the door open, and immediately, I know it will be impossible.

Their scents almost knock me off my feet. The air is charged with Alpha, a scent so mouthwatering that I let out a soft moan.

And leaning against the wall at the end of the hallway is Liam, who looks startled to see me.

“Liam?” I croak out as he takes a step forward. He’s in black sweatpants and a dark short sleeved shirt, showing off the definition of his arms.

He smells like mint, eucalyptus, and a hint of honey.

“Hi,” he says hesitantly. “I was just…waiting for you to wake up. In case you needed anything.”

But as he gets closer, I notice his pupils are dilated.

His eyes fall to my thighs that are wet with my slick.

“You…” he licks his lips and swallows. “Are you…how are you feeling?”

He takes another step, and I slump against the wall.

“Like I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me,” I admit. “Ithurts.”

I’m ashamed of the way I whine, but my embarrassment fades once Liam lets out a growl, low and primal.

“You want me to make it better, then?” he whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I cry out at the contact, my skin oversensitive.

“Shh,” he says softly. “I’ve got you. I’ll make it stop hurting.”

And despite the wild frenzy in his eyes, I know I can trust him.

He kisses me, his mouth tasting of mint and honey, and I moan. He guides me back into the bedroom and groans when he sees the pile of blankets on the bed.

“I love seeing my things in your nest,” he admits, running his fingers through my hair. My scalp tingles at his touch, and I moan softly. “I love that you feel safe with me.”

“I do,” I whisper. “I do,Alpha.”

“Oh,fuck,” he hisses. “When you call me that…fuck…”

I kiss him again and reach to cup his cock through his sweatpants. I grip him harshly, desperate to have him inside me.

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