Page 111 of Knot Happening Again

I guide her through a simple melody, our fingers moving together over the keys. She picks it up quickly, a natural talent shining through. As we play, I can't help but think about how she's become my muse. This softer side of my music, it's all her.

After a few minutes, she leans back against my chest, tilting her head to look up at me. "This is nice," she says softly.

"Yeah," I agree, meeting her gaze. There's something in her eyes, a vulnerability that makes my alpha instincts roar to protect her. But there's also a strength there, a fire that refuses to be extinguished.

I notice her scent shift slightly, anxiety seeping in. "What's wrong?"

She bites her lip, hesitating before speaking. "Leon's coming over later."

Ah. That explains it. I keep my face neutral, even as I feel a surge of possessiveness. "And how do you feel about that?"

Ophelia sighs, her fingers idly tracing patterns on the keys. "I don't know. I mean, I don't want to separate him from your pack. But I'm not sure how this is all going to work."

I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Hey, you don't have to figure it all out right now. Just take it one day at a time. And if it gets to be too much, you tell us, okay?"

She nods, but I can still sense her unease.

"Besides," I add, a mischievous grin spreading across my face, "I can always beat him up if you want."

That startles a laugh out of her. "You? A musician beating up an MMA fighter?"

I shrug, feigning nonchalance. "I never said I wouldn't get my ass kicked. But it'd be worth it."

She rolls her eyes, but I can see the smile tugging at her lips. "Your heroics are appreciated, but I think I'll pass. For now."

"Fair enough," I concede. "How about a distraction instead?"

Ophelia raises an eyebrow. "Oh? What kind of distraction did you have in mind?"

I lean in close, my breath ghosting over her ear. "Well, the piano isn't the only thing I'm good at playing with my fingers."

Her breath hitches, and I can smell the spike of arousal in her scent. "Is that so?"

"Mhmm," I hum, my hand sliding down her thigh. "Want me to show you?"

She nods, her eyes dark with desire. "Please."

That's all the invitation I need. I spin her around on my lap so she's straddling me, her chest pressed against mine. My lips find hers in a heated kiss, tongue sweeping into her mouth as my hands roam her body.

Ophelia moans into the kiss, her fingers tangling in my hair. I growl low in my throat, the sound seeming to spur her on. She grinds down against me, and I can feel the heat of her through our clothes.

I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck. "Fuck, you smell so good," I mutter against her skin. "I didn't think an omega out of heat was supposed to be capable of making me lose my fucking mind."

"Troy," she whimpers, tilting her head to give me better access.

My hands find the hem of her shirt, sliding underneath to caress the silky soft skin of her stomach. She shivers at my touch, her scent growing stronger with each passing second.

I pull back just enough to look at her face. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from our kisses. She's breathtaking.

I waste no time, my hand sliding down to cup her through her jeans. She gasps, hips bucking into my touch. I can feel the heat of her even through the denim, and it takes all my self-control not to rip her clothes off right then and there.

Instead, I take my time, teasing her through the fabric. Her breathing grows heavier, little whimpers escaping her lips as I work her up.

"Troy," she pants, "please."

"Please what, princess?" I ask, nipping at her earlobe.

"More," she begs. "I need more."

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