Page 2 of Knot Your Baby

“Tonight, you’re mine,” he tells me.

Inside, I’m jumping around like a child with a new toy, but outside, for a change, I give him a deathly stare. “I have plans.”

“Fuck your plans,” he tells me as he pushes me against the wall and presses his body against mine.

My eyes roam over his mask-covered face, over his clean, sharp jaw, his lips, and then downward, over the tight black shirt that covers his sculpted body.

He licks my cheek, right underneath the mask, and purrs.

Fuck. He purred.

I groan, pressing my thighs together as the ache in my belly comes back with a vengeance, but I try not to show the pain on my face.

My inner thighs are wet as he inhales and growls, “What the fuck are you doing coming to places like this when you’re so close to your heat?”

“I’m an omega. These places are specifically for me.” I don’t reply about my heat.

His teeth grind, but I don’t react. The old Freya would beg him to take me to a room, but the new Freya says, “And if you want me to fuck my plans, you better be worth it.”

A deep, delicious rumble reverberates from his chest and out of his beautiful mouth. I want that mouth, his hands, anything on me—on my pussy—and soon.

“Show me the way.”

He takes my hand like he thinks I’m going to run. I’m not. I’ve wanted this alpha since the first day I saw him. But the old Freya never stood a chance.

He’d always seek the most beautiful omegas in the room, despite how much my scent made him turn my way. I know he likes blondes.

Tonight, my scent is powerful and real. I don’t need to wear scent enhancers that give my scent a slight change. And I suspect my perfume and my heat are too powerful for him to turn me down.

Tonight, he’ll realize what it is like to fuck his scent matched omega.

When I reach the room I booked, I turn to him and ask, “Are you sure you can keep up with me? Do you want to call your pack mates?”

I never see him here with other alphas. He normally drinks by himself.

He smiles. “I can handle you, and my pack mates don’t want you.”

“Oh!”Does he know who I am?

I hoped the few changes I made to myself were enough for him not to realize.

I shake my head. I don’t care because I didn’t come here for him or his pack—not long term, anyway—and I swallow the bile that skittered up my throat as I push on the door.

There’s a massive bed in the center of the small room—a nest. Pain rips through my body at the sight of it. It has plenty of blankets and cushions, but they are not mine. The nest is not mine, but I hope his scent is enough to get me through this.

You have to fight this, Freya.

I can do it. And my body knows it can. It has to.

He purrs against my head as he sniffs my neck. Slick slides down my thighs at the promise of what’s coming.

Another ache rips through my stomach. I turn and press my hands on the nest and pant through the pain.

He watches me with a look of concern, or surprise. I don’t care, nor am I asking what he thinks is happening to me. I’ve taken enough medication to kill the pain. Enough medication to get me through this very moment.

My scent might be extra powerful tonight, but I refuse to give in to my heat. Not until I reach my home.

He shucks off his clothes until he is only standing near the nest in his black boxer shorts. My jaw drops.

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