Page 2 of Knot Their Valentine

“Oh, I fucking dare, and once you’re ours…” He leans in, pressing his lips to my cheek, and I fucking whimper. “I’m going to make you truly obsessed, sweet Omega.” And then he’s gone. Pushing away from my heated body and strutting out the door.

I’m left standing here, dizzy with lust and a need so bone-deep that I feel myself free-falling into it.

How the fuck did he walk away so easily like nothing happened? Like he didn’t spend years making my life harder, flaunting his fucking Omega in front of me.

Claiming said Omega as his mate. Leaving me desperate for men I can never call mine…

Caelum

Fuck, my cock is so hard it’s straining to break free through the metal teeth of my goddamn zipper. I slip into the first closet door I pass and palm my dick through my slacks, groaning.

Harlow sends my Alpha instincts into a feral fucking frenzy. I wanted to rip those sinful fucking stockings down her creamy thighs, yank the hem of her dress up, and bury my face in her center for hours.

Our pack bond is buzzing with interest in my chest as my pack mates feel the heady desire that’s consuming me. I can feel Quinton’s curiosity and Lachlan’s humor.

Images of Quin buried deep inside of Harlow flood my fucking mind, doing nothing to kill my raging hard on. I give my cock one last rough squeeze, my eyes shut tight…

I don’t fuck anyone but Quin. Never wanted to.

Okay, that is obviously a lie.

But Harlow is different. Always has been, even when I was just an idiot kid.

My promise to bid on her was real. Seeing that fiery look in her blue eyes only made me more sure. She fucking wants us, and I’ve given her space long enough. I don’t care what venomous words she uses like a weapon against me.

I’ll take every one of those lashes. Hell, I deserve them.

But I’m still making her ours.

Which is why I need to do this. Why I have to shove aside any guilt for tricking her and bury my need to worship her like the Omega she is. At least for now.

Harlow will run so fucking far, so fucking fast, that we’ll lose her. For her and for my pack, I’ll play the role she expects until the time is right.

By the time she realizes I’m sweeping her off her feet, it’ll be too late.

Which is why I need to get my boner under control and slip from the closet quickly. Walking with a purpose, I move toward the woman who brought my favorite Fireball into this world. I step up beside Emily, ordering a drink from the busy bartender at the open bar.

“Oh, Caelum, perfect! Have you seen Harlow?” she asks as she faces me fully, smiling in a way she thinks is sly, but I’ve known this woman all my life. She’s as subtle as a bullet train.

“I haven’t! What’s she doing here? This isn’t her usual event,” I pretend to wonder, taking my drink with a quick thanks and sipping it.

“Oh, she’s not just here, she’s on the auction block! She’s been living with us again for a couple of weeks now, and I made it clear this was a condition.” Harlow’s mother’s eyes twinkle as if she’s some kind of mastermind matchmaker. “Your mothersaid you’d be here to support me today. Were you thinking of bidding on anyone?”

Normally, her probing questions would piss me off. Not because of Harlow, but because I know how our mothers view Quin.

He’s my pack’s Omega, but my mother is best friends with Harlow’s mother, and they have been plotting our bonding since birth. Their disappointment at his appearance in my life still makes my jaw tic with anger. I do feel kind of bad about this next part, though.

“I am.” I nod, sipping my drink. “My mother mentioned Harlow was living with you again since she’s having a hard time finding her own place. You know, I have that empty guest room, if you ever needed to get her out of your hair for a night,” I chuckle, waiting for her mind to latch onto my words and the scheming to begin.

“You know, Harlow would probably love that.” Emily nods her head, blinking up at me, and I can practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes.

“Of course! She’s known my pack all her life. Sometimes, you just want to be around people your own age,” I joke, nodding right along with her.

“What if…well, for Harlow’s sake, you rented her the guest room for a few months until she can get back on her feet?” Emily taps a manicured finger to her chin.

“I would be honored to help an Omega in need. I always have a place for Harlow, wherever I live.” I place my hand on Emily’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“Fantastic, she’ll be there tomorrow. Also, be a dear and bid on Harlow, would you? I don’t want some strange pack winning her.” Emily shudders before scurrying off, not even bothering to wait for a response.

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