Page 59 of The Knot Before Christmas

Again with the perfect Alpha shit. If he keeps going at this rate, I’m gonna let him bite me and make me his forever.

He heads toward the kitchen, but pauses. “Here.” He pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses it at me. “It’s probably the lack of scents that has you on edge. I sleep with you, so my scent is on your sheets as much as it can be, but I hope this helps.” I catch the shirt he tosses at me and bring it to my nose.

Inhaling Ian’s maple scent deeply, I let out a lust filled moan that earns me two low growls. One in arousal from Will and one in annoyance from asshat. I mean Nick.

“Do you have a problem?” I ask Nick.

His head slowly turns toward me, raising a brow. “If you're asking if your existence is a problem, then yes.”

“Right back at you, big guy.” I flip him off and storm upstairs.

Taking Ian’s shirt, I kneel down in my nest and place it right over one of the pillows.

Not wanting to go back downstairs right now, I head into the bathroom and run myself a bath, hoping it helps with the weird feeling.

It always did when Trip was at work and couldn’t be there to help me with my heats in the past.

Once the tub is full, I slip into the warm water and sigh, my muscles relaxing instantly.

Closing my eyes, I try to empty out my mind of all thoughts and relax. Only after a few minutes, my mind starts to drift toward what's happened since I’ve been here.

Waking up and riding Ian’s cock, being railed on the hood of the car by Will, and then being chased and fucked in the woods by Nick.

Cramping starts in my belly and I sigh heavily, knowing the only thing to get rid of it is an orgasm. I could go out and ask Ian to help, but right now, that’s not what I want.

So, I take care of it myself, slipping my fingers into the water and between my legs. I’m embarrassed how fast I cum, hardly a few rubs of my clit before I’m gripping the side of the tub and moaning my release.

Yeah, I’m fucked. My heat is going to start and it’s not going to take long before it does.

Getting out, I dry off, toss my hair up into a wet messy bun, then throw on one of Ian’s clean shirts and a pair of panties. Anything else would make me too hot and itchy.

When I get downstairs, I’m hit with the amazing smell of food and rush into the kitchen. Ian has my sandwich plated and on the table for me.

“I could marry you right now,” I groan as I practically throw myself into the chair. My stomach grumbles with hunger as I pick up the grilled cheese and take a bite.

“Name the time and place, Little Doe, and I’m there.” Ian chuckles.

I look up to find him leaning back against the counter, watching me. This adorable happy smile on his face. “You're too happy,” I mumble around the mouth full of food. “What's up?”

“Nothing's up.” He shakes his head, still grinning. “Can’t an Alpha just enjoy the sight of his Omega?”

I narrow my eyes. “I guess.”

“Eat up. Is there anything else I can get you?”

“No,” I murmur, but then as if he can read my mind, he grabs a Coke out of the fridge and places it on the table before me.

“You sure?” he says in a teasing tone.

“Okay, do you have some sort of mind reading chip installed in me?” I ask, cracking open the can and taking a long drink, sighing in contentment.

“Nope. Just observant.”

“Huh.” I don’t think much more into it as I eat.

The feeling of irritation subsides, but is quickly replaced with a rush of need. I’m on edge, unable to sit still. I’m horny. I want to be fucked. I have slick running down my legs, but I’m too stubborn to ask them to help me.

Even though I know Ian would jump at the chance, I don’t want to ask for help. It’s not something I’m used to.

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