Page 8 of Tangled in Knots

No, I need control.

“Break it down for me as if I’m a two-year-old,” I insist, my eyes never leaving the girl. Fuck, what am I missing? Why does she smell so good?

Her hands are clawed at the pain, twitching at whatever is happening just under her skin. Leaning over in concern, I reach out to touch her skin. It’s burning hot.

“Alpha,” she rasps, her head turning lazily to look at me. I can’t see any whites in her eyes, and all I can smell is snickerdoodle cookies with vanilla frosting. Fuck, I wonder if her pussy would taste the same. “Help.”

“Back away from the omega going into heat before you mount her,” Jed warns. “This really wasn’t what I was expecting to do on Christmas Eve.”

Letting go as if she bit me, I yank my hand back. “She can’t be in heat. Wouldn’t there be warning signs? She’d know beforehand, like a fucking schedule, right?” I yell.

My chest squeezes all of the air out of my lungs, and I wheeze. My ears ring, but somehow all I can smell is fucking snickerdoodle cookies and frosting. How is that possible? I’m so scared of losing control, turning feral, a monster who just wants to dominate and rut.

“Yo, Damon, come back to us, it’s okay! We’ll figure it out,” Jed says, leaning over the seat to get into my face. The pressure in my chest lessens as I see his big body in my view. My vision was starting to get hazy, but I’ll always recognize my big brother. “The girl is nothing. Less than nothing. The snow is getting worse, and we need to find shelter. You better fucking believe I’llthrow her in the basement and let her suffer through her damn heat alone. Who the fuck doesn’t know they’re about to become catnip for alphas?”

“I’ve never had one before,” Adira moans, pitifully.

Jed blows out a breath, yanking off his mask and mine. Gratefully, I manage to take a full breath. I didn’t want to take it off because Jed didn’t want her to see our faces. I guess that idea is fucked after Kane’s glorious masturbation performance.

“Keep breathing, you’re okay. She’s a tiny little omega and less than nothing. You’re in control,” Jed says, pressing his alpha influence through the bonds. It’s very rare that he does this, but I need the help.

My body feels lighter, and I take another deep breath.

“Got it,” I agree.

“Now how the fuck have you never had a heat before, Adira?” Jed roars, turning his attention toward her.

God, we are so fucked.

CHAPTER 3

KANE

Idon’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my entire life, and as I gaze at the little rabbit freaking out in the corner, I know she’s the reason.

“How?” Jed insists, shoving his body between the seats. He’s too damn big to be doing that, and he twists his hips to get through when he gets stuck.

“The snow,” Morris reminds him, eyes on the road. It’s quickly becoming a damn whiteout. I only enjoy the snow when I can fuck around in it.

The omega shivering and perfuming clearly needs some attention. I don’t mind fucking her, knotting her, and then dropping her off at the auction house.

I don’t have the ability to connect to people outside of my brothers and Morris. At least, I’ve never connected to a female before. I use them for my own pleasure, make sure they’re taken care of sexually, and then cut them loose. I love the power of making a man or woman come.

“We’ll have to see if we can make it to the closest safe house or find an abandoned home,” Jed states, eyes still on the girl. “Now answer me, little omega.”

“Daddy said I was a late bloomer,” she whispers, eyes glazing as she shivers. I’ve never been with an omega through a heat, though I have fucked them before. What the hell do they need other than a knot?

Multiple knots? The thought of fucking her makes me adjust my cock again, but I want to figure out the latest mystery of the little rabbit. As much as I want to claim her as mine, she’s on loan at best.

“When do omegas usually have their first heat?” I ask, frowning.

“Twenty typically,” Jed murmurs. “Why aren’t you courting for a pack?”

One last twist releases him, and he tumbles into the backseat with us. Morris simply grunts as he focuses completely on the road, one ear listening to the conversation.

“Daddy said it wasn’t… safe,” she whimpers, pressing on her stomach as if that’ll help the ache. Jed pushes a hand through his dark curls, puzzling out what was happening in the Firestone residence. They’re slightly wet from wearing the mask, so they’re a bit wilder than usual.

“Jeremiah could have set you up with any high end agency to find a pack,” he says gently. An idiot can see that the girl is struggling.

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