Page 52 of The Knot Before Christmas

I could get up and run, but he’s blocking the exit. I wouldn’t get very far. I could scream, call for Ian. He'll hear me and help, right? He’s already shown he’s ready to leave his pack for me, he wouldn’t let his brother actually hurt me, right?

“But you watched.” he grins. “You watched and got turned on by whatever was on there. Tell me, Joyrider, what was the Alpha doing to the dirty little whore of an Omega? Was it the video where he tied her up, fucked her while his pack stuffed her every hole. Then they pulled out and came all over her creamy body, showering her in their cum?”

The thought filters through my mind, and damn it, my pussy clenches. Nick’s nostrils flair, smelling just how turned on the idea makes me.

“No.” The word comes out shakily.

“No?” He raises a brow. “Then it must have been the one where the Alpha has her tied to a Saint Andrew's cross, gagged, and at his mercy?”

Holy fucking shit, what kind of porn does this man watch?

The fucked up kind, thats what.

Yet here we go, the idea yet again has me fucking aching. I’m blaming it on my upcoming heat. At this point someone could breathe on me and I’d be turned on. It’s nothing. It means nothing.

I shake my head slowly.

“Then it’s the one where he chases her through the woods, catches her, and fucks her?”

Swallowing hard, I don’t respond. But my silence is answer enough.

“So it was that one.” He grins and it’s sinister at best.

This man is dangerous, I can see it clear as day. He could kill me with his bare hands easily.

But he wouldn’t, would he?

I’m his scent match. He can’t kill me.

Only he could if he wanted to. I know nothing about this man, or the things he’s done in his past. He’s a criminal, an asshole. But is he a monster?

“Tell me, Little Omega,” he muses as he steps closer. My heart races faster. “How does it feel to be a dirty little slut?”

“Fuck you,” I breathe out, my eyes flicking between his, highly aware of his every move.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He chuckles, stopping just above me.

I lick my lips, chest heaving as he slowly lowers himself to box me in.

Fuck. Fucking fuck!

He leans both his hands on top of mine, pinning them to the arm rests. The pressure he puts on them as he leans forward has me panicking.

“You can’t lie to me, Nova,” he murmurs, bringing his face right in front of mine. My eyes fall closed as I struggle to keep myself in check. I’m so damn scared not knowing what he’s going to do.

“I can fucking smell you. Your pussy ripe and wanting at the idea of all the filthy fucked up things those Alphas did to her.” He runs the tip of his nose up my jaw. I take in a shuddering breath.

“Do you wish it was you being fucked like a whore? Being chased through the woods and at an Alpha’s mercy.”

“No,” I try to say it as strongly as I can, but it comes out as a damn whine.Get it together, Nova.

I’m riding a thin line of fear and arousal. Because I am turned on and I don’t want to be. I don’t want to like what I watched, yet I wish it was me.

“Don’t lie,” he whispers, nipping at my jaw. And I crack, a moan slipping free. He groans low, and deep. “You act like you’re better than us, but you’re just as fucked up inside aren’t you, Omega?” he taunts. “You say you hate Alphas, yet you fucked two of them within a few days of knowing them. You know... third times the charm.”

“I’d rather fuck myself with a rusty dildo than let your dick anywhere near me,” I hiss out.

Wrong thing to say.

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