Page 70 of The Knot Before Christmas

My eyes roll back and I curse as my orgasm shatters through me in waves. My cock jerks inside her, rope after rope of cum filling her up, as her pussy milks my length, strangling my cock.

“Fucking hell,” I groan, hanging my head.

“Best feeling ever huh?” Ian chuckles, kissing Nova’s new mate mark. “God, I hope she doesn’t hate me in the morning.”

I can’t help but chuckle as I see Nova’s eyes flutter shut, a happy little smile on her face.

“She might. But I think deep down, she wanted that with you, not me.”

“You think?” Ian asks.

“Yeah.” I scoop Nova up into my arms and roll us over, so that I’m on my back. Holding her tightly in my arms, my mind and brain go to war. This little feisty Omega might just be the best unexpected surprise.

By far the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.

I’m not sure what's going to happen when we leave here, but I’m both terrified and excited to start this new journey. She might just be the very thing we needed and didn’t even know it.

Nick

“Fuckkk.” I growl, thrusting up into my hand. My cock jerks in my hold, ropes of cum shooting out and coating my chest.

Breathing heavily, I run my hands through my hair with a little more aggression than needed.

I’m so worked up, I’m seconds away from losing my fucking mind.

Her slutty little moans will haunt my dreams until the day that I die.

I want her. Badly. Too fucking badly and I hate myself for it.

I’m trying to convince myself that it’s because of the scent match bond. And it could very well be the reason, but it doesn’t change the fact that every time I’m in the same room as her, I’m aware of her every move, every breath.

Like the way she chews on the side of her thumb, as she anxiously watches the tension filled moments of whatever movie is on. And how she bites her lip, as she sneaks glances at one of the guys, me included.

Even though every time she’s caught, I get a scowl that makes me fucking want to smile. She wants me too, and she also hates herself for it.

Or how about the way she loves food. Every bite she takes, she savours it like it might be her last.

That pisses me off. I don’t want to care about her past and how she lived her life before, but I do.

The thought of her boyfriend taking advantage of her, using her for his own gain, while she worked her ass off, makes me mad. And then I hate her more for making me feel things I have no business feeling.

She’s gotten under my skin like a fucking disease.

With my eyes closed, I lay my head back against the couch, trying to steady my breathing as I take a moment.

For a second, I thought I might have fallen asleep as everything went quiet, sleep being something I haven’t really gotten any of in the past two days.

Then I blink my eyes open, realizing the sounds have stopped. “Thank fuck,” I groan, grabbing the box of tissues off the side table and cleaning myself up.

Just as I get my dick back in my pants, I hear what could be described as a herd of animals, coming down the stairs.

Looking over, I see a very tired Will and Ian in only boxers make it to the bottom of the stairs.

“She’s finally asleep.” Ian yawns, stretching his arms up over his head.

“Something we should be doing.” Will scrubs his hands over his face, looking like he hasn’t slept in days. “But I need food or I think I might die.”

“Dramatic much,” I snort.

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