Page 26 of Knot Their Valentine

My lips part, my eyes fall shut, and I’m about to lick his skin when he groans. The sound shoots straight to my core, lighting my body on fire. Thankfully, it also snaps me out of my trance, and I step back.

“I’m sorry about your job, Harlow. That’s really shitty.” Quin’s large palm rubs my spine as his scent deepens.

I make a mental note to research scent matches, because if this is how my body responds to a bonded Omega, then I cannot imagine how overwhelming and incredible a scent matched unmated Alpha would smell to me.Like Lachlan and Cae?I shake the thought off.

Even though the chances of ever finding that are basically none, not that I’ve ever tried to look.

“That’s okay. I’ll drink the pain away for today,” I sigh, lifting my glass and handing him the other one.

“What can I do to help? Cae is sleeping right now, but he’s got to head to work in a few hours. I’m not sure about Lachlan.” Quin frowns, nibbling his bottom lip.

“Let's watch TV or something?” I nod to the large flat screen TV. “Just let me get changed first.” I’m throwing these stupid scrubs in the trash, thank you very much.

When I return to the living room, now wearing pajama shorts, a baggy t-shirt, and my favorite fuzzy socks, Quin is already flipping through the channels.

He’s still shirtless and unshowered. I pause, watching him sip the wine. It’s sweet that he’s not making me drink alone, but I feel guilty. Especially because, like me, he probably hasn’t had breakfast yet.

He placed my wine glass on the coffee table so close to him that it seems like he wants me to sit beside him. The tan knitted blanket that usually rests along the back of the couch is across his lap, and his legs are crossed at the ankle, resting on the floor under the table.

I’m standing here staring like a weirdo, when he looks up at me, smiling. He pats the seat beside him with the hand holding the remote.

“Come sit. I wasn’t sure what you’d want to watch.”

Reluctantly, I make my way to his side, reaching out to grab my wine, and take the seat beside him. Trying to leave some room between us, I pull my legs up and tuck them up under me. Quin adjusts the blanket so it’s covering me now as well, and I get a face full of their potent Alpha and Omega scents.

Yummy, delicious, alluring scents.

Omegas tend to be very sexual and rather easy to turn on, so hopefully Quin doesn’t judge me for my body's reaction to his scent. I’m just glad I must have been asleep already when they started their fun this time. The last fucking thing I need is a repeat of scenting these men fucking.

At least now, I have an explanation for the X-rated dreams I was having last night.

Quin adjusts beside me, his thigh brushing mine, spiking my heart rate with that tiny, unintentional gesture.

I sip my wine and try to focus on something other than the way Quin smells and how warm he is beside me.

“I’ve been wanting to watch this one,” Quin says, putting a regency era show on. Within the first five minutes, there’s a couple fucking on screen.

The woman's breasts heave as the man pounds into her hard, against a freaking tree.

“Fuck, you’re so big… Knot me please, Alpha… I need it. Give me your cum!”

“Filthy Omega. You want me to make you scream until you milk my cock and squeeze around my knot? Fuck, that’s a good Omega, scream for me…”

I swallow the lump in my throat as the scene before us turns me the fuck on. More than I already was. Praising his Omega? That's like an Omega detonator.Press here to make your Omega cream…

Quin has the same reaction, as both our scents kick it up a notch. I can’t fucking take the tension. Or the way Quin grabs a pillow off the floor and places it in his lap to hide the growing erection that started to tent the blanket.

I’m so slick I’m genuinely worried I’m leaving a wet spot on the couch.

“I’m not sure if that’s how we spoke in the eighteen-twenties…” I murmur, fighting the urges my body thinks are appropriate.

If I straddled Quin’s lap, pulled his cock out, and slid him inside me right now, would he make those little noises for me that he made for Cae that first night?

“I’m not sure this show is worried about being historically accurate.” Quin’s voice is tight, his chest rising and falling heavily with every breath he takes. I will not watch the way his naked chest glistens with sweat as the sex scene drags on. “Their outfits, for example,” he adds, and I nod.

“True. They sure show a lot of boob for a society hyper focused on purity and keeping their women uneducated before marriage,” I say, as I watch the actress playing the Omega scream. “If I didn’t know it wasn’t allowed, I’d think he was really knotting her right now,” I murmur. I’ve seen porn. Enough to know the kinds of faces Omegas make when they take a knot.

“She is the highest paid actress on this show for a reason, it seems.” He swallows hard, then sips his wine.

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