Page 74 of The Knotty Omega

Quickly I raise my hand, and with an amused lift of his brow, he points to me. “I just want to be lucid,” I say quickly, looking around at my pack. “As long as I’m coherent enough to answer a question about…something you pick, then it’s okay to bond me right then. I just want to remember it.”

Ollie bows low and lifts my hand before kissing it. “Your wish is our command, my queen. We’ll ask you some kind of question like ‘what’s your favorite book genre’ and if you answer is something other than ‘knot me now you pretentious prick,’ we’re good to go.”

His words shock a laugh out of me. “Pretty much.”

Ollie looks around the room. “Everyone got it?” At the murmured agreement, Titus comes up next to me, linking our hands together.

“So, you ready for our date?”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

“You want to fight me?” I ask, propping my hand on my hip. I had met Titus downstairs, just like he asked, wearing something stretchy and comfortable to move around in. Here I was, thinking he was going to take me on a hike or something. But then he led me to a clearing in the back garden and told me to start stretching.

“No, angel, I don’t want to fight you.” He shakes his head like I’m being ridiculous. “I just want to teach you some basic self defense moves.”

“Oh?” I ask, trying to suppress my smirk. “What makes you think I don’t already know any self defense?”

He quirks a brow, crossing his arms. He looks every bit the veteran with his green cargo pants and tight black t shirt. “Do you?”

I grin at him taking a step back. “Why don’t you come find out?”

It’s an invitation to play, and he takes it. “Thirty percent effort?” he asks, and I nod.

He starts by grabbing my wrist, which is one of the first things you learn in the omega self defense. He moves slowly, like he’s trying to gauge just how much I know.

Immediately, I rotate my wrist and pull, shifting my weight back for leverage.

“Not bad,” he concedes, taking a step back. “But what aboutthis?” He lunges to grab at my arms, and I use my left hand to grasp his arm, and my right to strike him in the neck. A shocked “oof” leaves him, and I use my right hand to hook under his bicep, turning him and pushing him away from me.

I’m not under the assumption that any of this would let me actually beat an alpha in fight, but if I'm attacked, it’ll give me a chance to run away.

“Very good,” he turns around and nods at me, looking proud. “Show me a few more moves and we’ll move onto the other half of our date.”

My demonstrations quickly devolve to play wrestling and kissing, mostly him letting me pin him to the grass and tease his mouth with mine.

“It’s too late, alpha,” I tease, leaning down until my nose brushes his, my thighs on either side of his waist. “You’ve lost. Just accept defeat.”

His honey brown eyes glint mischievously at me before he flips us so I’m laying in the grass, his hips pinned against mine

“You’ll never escape me, omega,” he rumbles, sending a wave of heat to my pussy as he holds my hands on either side of my head. “You’re mine now.” Why do those words set me on fire? Why do I hope he means them more than just in our little game we’re playing?

His eyes dart down to my mouth as I wiggle underneath him. “Promise?”

His mouth takes mine with a hungry groan, the hardness of his cock pressing against the part of my leggings that's covering my pussy.

Why the hell didn’t we do this naked?

When I try to lift my hips for more friction, he groans separating our lips and rolling off me so. “When did you start taking classes?” he asks me, his hand moving through grass until it’s grasping mine.

“Why did you stop kissing me?” Since we’re asking questions, I might as well ask mine.

“Answer my question first.”

“I started taking self defense with Hannah after I left my parents' house and came here. I was determined to never be in a situation like the one with the Anderson Pack again. My college had free Omega Defense lessons.” That’s what they called the brand of self defense they taught, taking a regular course and specially modifying it so that an omega could defend herself from an alpha.

He grips my hand tighter.

“Soooo….?” I hedge, “Why did you stop kissing me?”

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