Page 2 of Hard Knot

But that doesn’t stop me from kissing him back, my fingers tangling in his hair as if I can’t bear to let go.

“You drive me insane, Abercrombie,” he growls against my lips, his teeth scraping against my bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. His hands slide lower, gripping my ass and pulling me flush against him.

I can feel the hard length of him pressing against me, and it’s enough to make me gasp, my head falling back against the wall.

“Funny,” I manage, my voice breathless. “I feel the same way.”

We hate each other.

Absolutely despise one another.

And yet, here we are, 37,000 feet above Atlanta, making out in a cramped airplane bathroom like we can’t get enough.

Like we haven’t been the perfect set of cats and dogs, scratching and biting at one another’s throats since the day I walked into his office and saw who the leader of the Tainted Trinity was.

As though he’s lost track of the fact that I’m a Forgotten Omega and he’s one of the untouchable Alphas who sees me as nothing but a complication in this equation that should have ended after one semester.

“You’re going to regret this,” I mutter as his lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there.

“Probably,” he says, his voice low and rough, his hands sliding under the hem of my shirt to grip bare skin. “But right now, I don’t give a damn.”

His words send a fresh wave of heat through me, and I hate myself for the way my body responds, arching into him, craving more. I can feel the slick pooling between my thighs, my scent growing stronger and sweeter, and it’s driving him insane. His pheromones spike in response, filling the tiny space with a heady mix of need and dominance.

“Stop it,” I whisper, though my fingers dig into his shoulders, pulling him closer even as I say the words. “We can’t?—”

“We already are,” he cuts me off, his lips capturing mine again, stealing whatever protest I was about to make.

His hands grip my hips, pulling me harder against him, and I can feel the barely restrained strength in his touch. He’s fighting it as much as I am, fighting the instinct to take, to claim.

The worst part is that I want him to lose.

I want to lose.

A sharp knock on the door jolts us both out of the haze, the sound cutting through the tension like a knife.

“Is everything alright in there?” a woman’s voice calls, her tone more suspicious than concerned.

I slap a hand over my mouth to stifle the gasp that escapes me, my wide eyes locking with Holmes’s. His lips are still swollen from our kiss, his pupils blown wide, and for a moment, neither of us moves.

This isn’t how I thought my initiation would end—trapped in a tiny bathroom with an Alpha I hate, dripping slick and trying not to completely unravel while his two pack mates are sitting in the front seats of first class.

On a fucking plane at that.

Holmes smirks, leaning close enough for his lips to brush my ear.

“We’re not done, Abercrombie. I’m gonna make sure this is your perfect graduation gift from Hard Knot Academy.”

Despite everything we’ve been through, I’ve learned one thing about Holmes.

He always keeps to his word.

Forever An Ugly Duckling

~ELIZABETH~

The polished hardwood whispers beneath my pointe shoes as I take my starting position.

Deep breaths. Posture. Graceful execution.

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