Page 1 of Knot Their Valentine

Chapter One

Harlow

Freaking Alpha jerk!

“Gah!”

I knew coming to this charity auction was a mistake.

I’m digging through my small handbag for my missing freaking lip gloss and trying very hard not to let my rage boil over. My heated skin pebbles with goosebumps as the cool air from the overhead vent blows my hair into my face.

I grumble again, tossing the long, curling strands of pink over my shoulder in annoyance, needing to get it out of the damn way, so I can see what the hell I’m doing.

“Hey there, Fireball,” a deep masculine voice says from behind me, and I drop my small purse when I startle.

“Why are you in here?!” I demand, spinning around to glare at the Alpha that definitely shouldn’t be in this restroom right now. “You’re stalkingmenow? Jeez Caelum, if I had known you were so obsessed with me, I would have told everyone what a psychoyouare,” I hiss, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back against the sink.

“Cute. I’m here to make you my Valentine,” Cae smirks, letting his gaze slide down my figure.

“The fuck you are…” Of course, I worethisdress. It’s sinfully tight, showing off all my curves and far too much skin for my mother’s liking, peeking above my thigh-high stockings. But if I have to be here, I’ll dress how I damn well please. Only, I didn’t know Cae would be here too.

I should have, though, since our mothers are best friends and constantly scheming to get us to like one another.

Soft, white material clings to my hips with ruching at the waist. The delicate lace over my breasts draws in the hungry gaze of the Alpha before me.

Annoyingly, he also looks fucking incredible. His light brown hair is effortlessly styled, swept back from his face. Clean-shaven jaw with a bitable bottom lip, the tilt of his neck leads my perusal down despite the anger he ignites. The light gray button down shirt accentuates the muscles in his shoulders. He’s rolled the sleeves up, showing off veiny forearms and tan skin. My gaze snags on the movement when he shifts back to look at me, slipping his hands into the snug fitting pockets of the navy blue slacks clinging to his thighs.

Why does the sight of his hands stuffed in his front pockets do things to me?

Am I sweating? Is it hot in here? Fuck, my heart is racing, and I feel weak in the knees.

Then, as he smirks, realizing I’m checking him out right back, his scent hits me.

Mother-fucking-merciless-goddess… Sugary apricots, caramelized and drizzled over a pound cake.

The whimper that breaks free from my throat is embarrassing, but nothing compares to the horror of my own scent spiking in the air between us.

My chocolate and strawberry scent betrays me, listening to my body and ignoring my mind as it sends out a ‘Please, fuck me’ signal to the man that locked me in this bathroom with him.

What fresh level of hell have I just walked into?

Caelum, being the massive cocky fuck that he is, strides toward me confidently, pulling his hands out of his pockets and resting them against the sink’s edge on either side of me.

He’s so close now, leaning down into my space, that the heat of his body threatens to ignite mine like a match.

“I’ve never seen you in a dress like this, Harlow. Have you been holding out? Why hide these incredible curves?” Caelum’s lips caress my skin as he whispers into my ear. “You look good enough to eat…”

“I don’t dress up when I know you’ll be somewhere. Wouldn’t want anyone accusing me of trying to entice you,” I hiss, attempting to lean further back and put space between us.

“You don’t need to try when you look like this in that fucking dress.” His rumbling response ends in a growl so strong that my eyes flutter shut, and I unintentionally suck in a deep lungful of his scent. If I turn my head just a little to the right, I could lick his skin…taste him… Fuck! No!

Bad Omega.

The feel of his finger gently trailing along the lace across the top of my breasts breaks the hypnosis I’m under as my eyes snap open, and I gasp. Catching his wrist in my hand, I hold his gaze as I hold the offending hand still.

“I’m bidding on you, Fireball,” Caelum vows, but I start to shake my head before he can finish the sentence.

“Don’t you dare,” I warn, but the way he smirks at me… Fuck, his lips are so close. His eyes fixed on me, their bright amber intense. He easily shakes my hold off before reaching out to push a pink strand behind my ear.

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