Page 13 of The Knot Before Christmas

His nostrils flare, teeth clenched as I reach up to run my pointer finger down his chest, eyes following. I lower my voice in a seductive way.

“And if I wanted you to sit there and look pretty while I ride your cock, I bet you’d let me, wouldn’t you?” My eyes flick back up to his, finding him watching me so intensely, it sends a shiver down my spine.

“No,” he grits out. “Because I have control. I’m not someone who just lets an Omega use me how ever she fucking pleases.”

I huff out a laugh. “Oh, like how your brother plans on using me?” I cock my head to the side. “Please. That's all Alphas want from Omegas. A hole to use when it pleases them, someone to clean their houses, and to bear their babies. Don’t have to worry about that one buddy, I don’t want any of it. The last thing I need is Alphas controlling my life.”

I lick my lips as I give him a slow grin. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun while we’re trapped here together though, right?” I laugh softly as my eyes trail down his body, stopping at the massive bulge pressing against his pants.

“Looks like that’s something you might be interested in, huh?” I smirk as my eyes meet his again.

He says nothing, just glares at me like it’s taking all of his control to either not hit me, or fuck me. Maybe both? Nah, that seems more like something Nick would do.

But judging from the way his Alpha pheromones are rolling off of him in waves, making every single one of my senses go out of whack, I’d say it’s the latter.

That also means I need to get the hell away from them before I turn into a needy bitch, and beg one of them to bend me over and fuck me, until their knot is locked inside me.

Nope. Not happening. Not today, Satan.

“Anyways, you know where to find me.” I wink, biting my lip.

As I step past Will, I look back to find Ian standing there like a lost puppy looking so confused. I almost feel bad. “You too, big guy. My door is always open.”

Spinning around, I head toward the room I’ve been locked in for hours and close the door behind me.

This room is the last place I want to be right now. One of them can easily lock me back in here.

But I need space. I’m freaking out.

Pacing the room, I take deep breaths to calm myself down. This is why I hate Alphas. Any sense of control is gone and has me throwing all logical thoughts out the window.

When I looked at Ian after the shower, it was like something else took over my body.

The pain I felt in my stomach, the overwhelming need to have him take it away was so powerful, I’ve never felt something like that before.

What's going to happen when I go into heat? Are they going to take it upon themselves to help me through it? Am I going to ask them to?

Or am I going to ride it out on my own?

Wait. No. Fucking hell. No, no, no!

I stumble to a stop, grabbing handfuls of my hair as reality hits me.

They’re my scent matches, meaning that if at least one of them doesn’t help me through my heat, I could die.

“Fuck!” I groan, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress with my head in my hands.

My options are to beg them for suppressants, to put a pause to my heat, get out of here before my heat and get some myself, or have one or all of them fuck me.

Ian. If I had to pick one of them, I’d pick Ian. He’s the nicest one, seeming to be nothing like his brothers.

There’s a knock at the door, snapping me out of my nervous breakdown. I don’t realize I’m crying until I look toward the door with blurry eyes.

“Nova?” Ian’s soft voice comes from the other side. “It’s me.”

“Go away,” I shout, sounding like a brat. The man was just down on his knees, worshipping my pussy like it was his goddess and now I’m acting like a bitch, because I’m scared of what I don’t know, what could be, and what I don’t have any say in.

“Please,” Ian begs. “I have something for you.”

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