Page 44 of Knot His Reality

“No, Remington, I think you’ve had enough kisses for now. I promise the next time you see me, I’ll give you a real kiss. Until then, this can hold you over.”

“Okay. Thanks. I enjoyed the kisses—I mean, the date.” I laugh. “No, I also meant the kisses. Thank you. Okay, bye.”

My head is a mess of desire and wanting as I stumble into my suite, slamming the door shut behind me. My cock is pressing painfully against my pants, and I tear them open and shove them down my hips. My hand is stroking my cock before I even give it a thought.

Slamming my head against the door, I groan as relief rushes through me. I’m so turned on, it’s not going to take much for me to come.

I prove myself right when I fall apart after just four strokes, cum shooting over my hands and tee as I sink to the floor.

Panting, I try to catch my breath.

Holy shit, that was fucking hot as hell.

Chapter Ten

Camila

KissingRemywaseverythingI hoped for, but watching him kiss Nikolai and Alexei afterward? It was surprisingly hot. The scents rising in the air didn’t hurt things, either.

Scents might not affect betas in the same way alphas and omegas are affected, but it doesn’t mean they have no effect on us. I’ve always had a sensitive nose and I’ve smelled more than a few scents that had me running away from someone.

It’s not the first time I’ve seen two men kissing—obviously not counting my family packs because, ew, of course, that’s not going to be hot—but it’s the first time it has turned me on.

Is it because I’m attracted to Remy, and I wasn’t attracted to the other men I’ve seen kissing?

That has to be it because I can’t think of another reason.

What I do know is that it blew my mind, along with Remy’s. The poor omega’s eyes glazed over when he stumbled into his suite. Not to mention how hard his cock was. Based on the size of the bulge in his pants, he’s packing.

And damn, do I want to have that confirmed.

Unlocking the door to my room, I’m surprised to find Brooke sitting on her bed, painting her nails. “Oh, I didn’t expect you to be here.”

She laughs as she glances up from her nails. “We’re back to being stuck on the second and third floors, so I decided I was going to do my nails before the interview.”

Sniffing the air, I find her lemon and lavender scent has filled the room. It’s not strong like an omega’s or even an alpha’s is, but it’s steadily seeping into the room. It’ll be interesting to see how our scents combine.

“Weren’t they done before?” I ask, seeming to recall seeing them painted last night when I met her.

“They were, but I like to change this up every few days. It means they’re never chipped, and I can paint them according to my mood.”

“I never paint my nails,” I admit, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Since I work in a restaurant, they chip way too easily. I keep them looking nice, but I’ve always wished I could wear color on them.”

Brooke grins, gesturing to her bed. “Well, get over here. You have at least a few weeks until you have to be back at the restaurant—eight or nine weeks if you’re lucky. I love doing other people’s nails. You can pick out a color while I finish mine up. I couldn’t bring all my colors, but I have a good selection with me. They’re in the box on the floor at the end of the bed.”

“Really? You don’t mind?”

“Mind? Not at all. Honestly, you’ve just made me super happy because we can do our nails together. Maybe next time we can invite Victoria. I’m not sure if she’ll say yes, but we can at least ask.”

I sit on the floor next to the box she indicated, jaw dropping when I see there’s like a hundred nail polishes inside. They’re all in plastic pockets that line the walls. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen so many nail polishes before.

“I know it can be a little overwhelming,” Brooke offers, her head appearing over the edge of the bed. “You should see my entire collection. I have at least five times this many at home. Whenever a new color comes out, I buy it. I haven’t worn a lot of them, but I enjoy owning them.”

Looking between her and the polishes, I don’t even know where to start. “Maybe you should choose for me?”

Brooke considers me for a moment before struggling off the bed with her hands held in the air.

“I don’t want to smudge them,” she tells me with a shrug. “They’re fast drying, but I don’t trust it. Now, I think I have the perfect color for you.”

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