Page 44 of The Knot Before Christmas

“Don’t start something you know you can’t win,” he warns.

“Who says I won’t?”

“Nova.” His voice is low, deep, and sounds like a warning. Fuck, does it do all the dirty things to my naughty spots.

Naturally, I ignore his warning and toss the snowball. Right into his face.

I gape, eyes widening as fear fills me. He wipes the now melting slush off his face and shoots a dark glare my way.

Oh fuck. He’s pissed, so fucking pissed.

For a moment, I think he’s gonna come after me, maybe punish me?

But he surprises me by quickly grabbing snow and making a snowball of his own before throwing it right back at me. It hits me in the chest, exploding in my face, making me squeal from the cold on my rapidly warming skin.

“Like I said, Little Rabbit. Don’t start things you can’t win.” He gives me a smug smirk, like he won.

Fuck that. I’m not going down without a fight.

He doesn’t expect it when I start to throw snowball after snowball at him.

“You little shit!” he shouts, but there’s no heat behind it. There’s even a little hint of humor in his words.

He starts to throw them back. I scream and laugh, ducking behind a tree.

My heart is pounding and there's a grin on my face that goes from ear to ear.

I’m out of breath and sweating but fuck, why is this so much fun?

A few snowballs explode against the tree, but when they stop and everything goes silent, my stomach drops.

Did he leave me alone, outside, in the dark? Did something happen to him that I didn’t hear?

I stand there, breathing heavily, blood pumping in my ears as I try to relax.

My eyes scan the darkness in the distance, wondering what could be out there.

I’m too distracted, not paying attention to my surroundings.

The sound of the snow crunching behind me is louder than my breathing. Then it stops, only the sounds of the winter night forest fill the air.

A hand covers my mouth, stifling my scream.

“Don’t you know not to taunt a predator?” Will's voice has a whimper slipping free. A thrilling fear rushes through me.

He moves from behind the tree, his hand still over my mouth as he moves me away from it, pressing my back against his chest.

My eyes flutter closed as my nostrils flare. No glove covers his hand, leaving his bare skin against my mouth. His hand is big, warm, and fuck, even that smells good.

“Look at you, Little Rabbit, trembling. You're at my mercy now,” he murmurs, wrapping his free arm around my waist.

This time, I moan when I feel his stiff cock press against my ass. “What should I do with you, hmm?”

My mind goes blank, being replaced by the need for him to touch me, kiss me, fuck me.

“It would be so much easier to let you go. You're a lot more trouble than you’re worth, you know that, Little Omega?”

That sobers me up a bit. My eyes snap open and I narrow them, ready to shove out of his hold and tell him to get fucked.

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