Page 43 of The Knot Before Christmas

Will only nods, handing me the shovel.

“So, where do we start?” I ask, the vapor from my warm breath making a cloud in front of me. It’s really fucking cold outside. I have no idea why I’m even out here right now.

But as I stare at this sinfully sexy Alpha, his curls peeking out from under his hat, I know why.

I haven’t had much time, just the two of us, since I’ve gotten here. Never really cared. Until now. The more we watch movies together, sitting close to one another, his eggnog scent with underlying tones of cinnamon, making my pussy ungodly wet and my mouth water, the more I’m drawn to this mystery of an Alpha.

My Alpha. My fucking scent match. God, it’s taking everything in me not to rub up against him and cover me in his scent.

I’m so damn wet right now.

“You take the deck, and I’ll start making a path to the truck.”

“You got it,” I tell him, taking the shovel. He gives me the smallest smirk before turning around and getting to work.

I watch him for a moment, bending over to scoop up some snow, throwing it off to the side.

Biting my lower lip, my belly starts to heat, and I’m glad he’s far enough away he can’t smell me perfuming like crazy right now.

Ian is the exception to my no Alpha rule. That’s it. No more.

If I accept more Alphas, then they might start to overpower me and get a big head, and that’s not what I want.

There’s no harm in looking, but not touching, right?

Cocking my head to the side, I continue to watch like a fucking creeper as he works, hypnotized by the way he moves. The little grunts and puffs he makes after a few minutes has me clamping my thighs together.

He stops, putting the shovel in the snow and takes his hat off. His hair is damp with sweat and I find myself wanting to fucking lick it off.Damn it. What's wrong with me?

Wiping his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket he turns to look at me with a raised brow. “Are you going to just stand there and watch me all day, Little Rabbit, or are you going to actually do something?”

Busted.

“Like what?” I grin slowly, looking him up and down. “I might be persuaded if you’re a good Alpha and get on your knees and beg me.”

He grins, shaking his head with a low chuckle that goes right to my clit.

“You very much are a Little Rabbit, aren't you? Horny little thing.”

“I’m an Omega. You're an Alpha. What do you expect?” I cross my arms in a challenge. “Add in the fact that we’re scent matched, I don’t have much control over it, you know.”

His face falls. “Trust me, I know,” he grumbles. “But I don’t mean sex. I mean are you going to actually work or just watch me do it?”

“Whatever,” I mutter, huffing as I turn around and head back up onto the porch. I get the thing clean in less then a few minutes, but I’m totally over it by the time I’m done.

Leaning the shovel against the steps, I look over to see that Will got a hell of a lot more ground covered than I did in the same amount of time. “Stupid Alpha,” I mutter.

Grabbing a handful of snow, I grin as I make a snowball. When he bends over, I pray to the Gods my arm is still as good as it was in high school and throw it as hard as I can.

It sails through the air, hitting the target perfectly. It hits his ass with an audible thud, exploding on impact.

“What the fuck?!” He jumps up, grabbing his ass. Spinning around, his wide eyes shoot to mine.

I burst into laughter, grabbing another handful.

He narrows his eyes, tossing his shovel into the snow. “Don’t you dare, Omega.”

“Or what?” I challenge with a smug smirk, holding the snowball up.

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