Page 6 of Knot So Sweet

I grunted as I kicked the stand on my bike and pulled off my helmet, the cool air biting at my face, as the building loomed over me. As we dismounted, Pixie gave me a sharp look, his burly frame tense. He was the club's tech genius, and I trusted him implicitly with the security of the Den.

"You really think this is worth our time, prez? Owen Huxley’s mixed up with the Sterlings, and the last thing we need is Michelle snooping around the clubhouse," Pixie warned.

I nodded, I’d hear my nephew’s alpha out and then make a decision.

"Vaughn trusts him. That’s enough for me."

Ghost nodded once, a solid wall at my back. If things went sideways, I knew my enforcer would handle it, no questions asked. He had a soft spot for my Vaughn. They had been inseparable growing up, and this was a chance for them to rekindle their brotherhood.

Ghost needed that now more than ever. He hasn't been the same since his brother died.

We pushed through the doors, and the scent of omega pheromones hit me like a freight train. It was a heady cocktail of lilac and jasmine, something I'd never experienced before.

Instantly, my alpha instincts flared.

I froze. My world shrank to that single, intoxicating aroma. I inhaled again, and a shiver tore through my body. My pulseraced. I’d heard about scent matching, but I never expected it to hit me like this.

At forty-fucking-two. What the hell was I supposed to do with a mate?

My eyes scanned the room, zeroing in on the source of the irresistible scent. And then I saw her.

Candice Huxley, Hux's sister. She wasmine.

FUCK.

Candice leaned casually against the bar, her dark hair cascading in lustrous waves down to her waist. Her frame was curvy, thick in all the right places, and I couldn’t help but drink her in like a fine wine.

Every curve and contour of her body was a temptation I had to restrain myself from indulging in. The way her corset clung to her curves made me want to rip it apart, leaving it in tatters on the floor. The thought of claiming her, marking her as mine, set my blood on fire.

She watched me with an intensity that made my pulse race, her black-painted lips forming a silent "o" as if she were caught in a moment of breathless anticipation.

All I could think about were those lips. Whether wrapped around my cock or parted as she screamed my name while I drove into her, I didn't care. I just knew I needed them.

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, the color spreading down her neck and into her chest. I followed the path of her blush with my gaze, and the sight of her swallowing visibly was a gratifying confirmation that I was having a similar effect on her as well.

Good. I was affecting her, too.

Even from across the room, the tension between us was electric and impossible to ignore. This wasn’t just duty anymore—it was an all-consuming need to protect and possess, to fuck and claim. My cock throbbed painfully behind my zipper.

Pixie nudged me, snapping me out of my trance, just as I noticed another omega, a blond male, standing nearby. Recognition hit me immediately—this had to be Vaughn’s omega. Creed. I forced myself to tear my gaze away from Candice and focus on him.

"You must be Creed. The omega my nephew left my club for," I said. I’d come here planning to give Creed Sterling a hard time, to bust his balls a bit, but my heart wasn’t really in it. All I could think about was her.

Candice.

Creed stuttered at my jab, and if I wasn’t so damn focused on the lilac scent making my cock throb, I might have laughed at his discomfort. Even when I wasn’t looking at her, I was acutely aware of her every movement. My senses were completely captivated by her presence.

What the hell was happening to me? My head was spinning with images of what I wanted to do to her. She was making me feral, and I hadn’t even spoken to her yet.

"Classy, Creed," she snorted, and Creed shot her an annoyed look. She walked over with a confident stride, her beauty almost overwhelming. I fought to keep my hands from reaching out, from feeling the curves that were so tantalizingly close.

Finally, she looked up at me, and my heart hammered in my chest. I forced myself to meet her gaze. And when I did… I purred.

I fucking purred—something I’d never done before.

Her blue eyes were electric, outlined perfectly with coal, which made them stand out like beacons of light. Her hair looked so soft, and I imagined gripping those long strands, pulling her close as I took her from behind.

My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I fought the urge to act on my instincts. The reaction was magnetic, a physical tug in my gut.

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