Page 7 of Knot That Difficult

I let out a grumble of frustration in my throat. Ben’smine, and I don’t want anyone else looking at him—especially not another Omega.

I want to cover him with little bite marks, so everyone in the town of Aurora knows he belongs tome.

Ben only squeezes my shoulder and smiles. “You’re cute when you get possessive,” he says, amused.

But then Harper returns, and what’s in her hand soothes my jealousy.

A glorious cup of black iced coffee.

She barely glances at Ben, keeping her gaze on me as she hands me the plastic cup. “The food will be ready in less than five minutes, and I also have a wellness basket being prepared for you; it’ll be sent up to your room soon.” But then she flicks her eyes at Ben, and my chest rumbles.

Rationally, I know Harper’s not a threat. Judging by her muted floral scent, she’s mated. And even if she weren’t, I have a good feeling about her.

I trust Ben, too, but a primal part of me goes absolutely feral with possessiveness.

He’s ours,my inner Omega growls.Get him back into your nest.

Harper turns her attention back to me as I stand. “If you need anything else,” she says softly, “just call us. I can haveanythingdelivered to your room.”

Her lip quirks, and she’s no longer just smiling politely. It’s genuine, and I have a feeling that if she lived closer, she and I would be good friends.

“Thank you,” Ben says, wrapping an arm around my waist. “We appreciate it.”

A ball of black fur rushes past us and up the stairs, the sound of Wilson’s thunderous gallops echoing above us.

“That is…abigcat,” Ben says as he leads us back to our room. I take a loudslurpof the iced coffee and let out a groan.

I can taste all the notes in it. Chocolate, vanilla, cloves…

Weneedto carry this at the café.

I make a mental note to ask Harper for the company before we leave.

But by the time Ben and I make it up the stairs and down the hallway to the suite, the ice in the cup is rattling from how hard my hand is shaking.

I’m extremely sensitive during my Heat, and the effect caffeine normally has on me increases tenfold during this time.

Ben knows it, too, which is why he patiently takes the cup from me once we enter our suite and places it on the antique dresser. Then, he pushes me gently against it and I look up at him as his cool hands caress my cheeks. I sigh dreamily at the contact, my nerve endings on fire while delicious chills run throughout my body.

“How do you feel?” he murmurs, brushing away the blonde curls from my face.

I grin and pull him by his belt loops closer to me until his crotch is pressing against my stomach. “Tired,” I breathe. “Horny. Hungry. Thirsty. Horny.”

“You said horny twice.” He smirks, amusement in his eyes.

“Yes, because it’s prominent—oh!”

My sentence ends in a gasp as Ben moves my messy blonde curls from my neck and presses kisses on my skin, making me shudder. I tremble in his arms as he kisses me, and he chuckles into my neck.

“I think it’s starting, baby,” he murmurs. “You should have listened to me and just stayed in the room.”

“Mm-hmm.” My mind is mush while Ben’s mouth continues its assault, making my nipples pebble and my core throb.

“But you’re always so stubborn, Dev.” His hands trail down my chest and to my hips as he tortures me with his lips and tongue. “And now you’ve got yourself all worked up.”

“Ben,” I whisper, reaching out to stroke his cock through his pants. He’s hard through his jeans, and I grope him wildly, desperate for more.

But Ben doesn’t have a Rut. Ben is a Beta.

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