Page 67 of The Knot Before Christmas

Chapter 15

Will

My dick is so painfully hard right now, no amount of jerking off in the bathroom has helped. Not when the whole damn house smells like Nova’s perfume.

It’s been a day since she started her heat, and the sounds of Ian and her fucking have been going off and on ever since she walked into the kitchen yesterday.

I hardly got any sleep last night. Kinda hard when I’ve pretty much been rutting against my mattress, trying to relieve the pain of my stiff cock.

Everything in me screams to go upstairs and take care of my Omega. Because that's what she is. My scent match. She’smine.

No amount of telling myself that now isn’t the right time for an Omega is going to change that fact.

My body is stiff, my grip on the TV remote so strong I’m surprised I haven’t broken it yet.

Turning up the volume, I try to drown out the sounds of Nova’s moans. It’s pointless though. The sweet cries of her pleasure ring loudly in my mind.

“I can’t take this much longer,” I breathe out, shooting a look at my brother.

Nick is glaring at the TV, his body tenser than mine, as he aggressively takes a swig of his beer.

“You pussy whipped too?” he snarls. Fucking hell he’s stubborn. He’s fighting this harder than I am.

There are many reasons why I’ve been trying to fool myself into thinking that having Nova as our Omega is a bad idea, I thank my fucked up past for most of it.

But the more time I spend around her, the more I see that she’s not likeher. She’s not going to hurt me, use me, then throw me away like I’m nothing. She’s not going to take what doesn’t belong to her and act like I’m the ungrateful one.

No, Nova is lost. She’s an Omega who has been struggling more than one should. Hurt by the people who should have cared about her the most.

If she wanted to use me, she would have by now. But she’s done nothing to try and trick me into something I wasn’t ready for.

I’m still not ready to go up there, bite her, and make her my Omega. But a part of me wants to see where things could go when we leave here.

I know that Ian is with her for life, no matter what. I saw the bite mark she gave him, when he came out to piss, while she was asleep.

The poor bastard looked exhausted, but the pure joy in his eyes had me jealous. I want that.

I want Nova. And the one thing I can expect from her is this not going full speed. If we leave here, and she agrees to give me a chance, she’s going to want to take things slow. Just like she has been.

No one understands how hard it’s been to keep apart the way we have been. A scent match bond is almost impossible to resist. It’s in our DNA. It takes control of you like nothing else.

It’s been pure torture to try to keep my hands off of Nova. I couldn’t resist any longer. The other day when we were outside, the thrill of the snowball fight, then chasing after her,, made me snap. I had to have her, taste her.

The feeling of being inside her, there’s nothing that will ever compare to it.

So that’s why I stand up, toss the remote onto the couch.

“You know what, fuck you,” I growl at Nick. “She’s our Omega whether you like it or not. She’s not going anywhere unless you wanna lose Ian. Because he’s in it for life now. You would have to kill him to get him away from her. So we need to accept the fact that Nova is our Omega and figure out how that fits in with our life.

“I know it’s not what we wanted, it’s not what we planned. But life happens and it’s almost impossible for everything to go as we hoped. I like Nova. She’s smart, has a good head on her shoulders, and she’s not a typical Omega. She’s not going to want to settle down and pop out a bunch of babies right now. When we leave here, we’re taking her with us.

“We’re going to give her the life she deserves. Take time getting to know her and then make her ours. I want her, Nick, and the sounds of her as she comes undone are driving me fucking mad!” I growl.

I step over to him, grab the hem of his shirt and pull it up over his head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he snaps.

“Giving our Omega the last thing she needs to make her heat run smooth,” I mutter. “She needs your scent and you’re too much of an asshole to give it to her. So I will.”

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