Page 36 of Knot Their Girl
The moment the slick comes out of me, wetting my panties, Pax must smell it, because his wide frame shudders, and he whispers a single word: “Fuck.” He swallows hard, and I’d betthe entire Whittenhall fortune that he’s fighting his own erection now. “You’re—”
Whatever he’s about to say, I’ll never know, because a disgusted voice speaks behind us: “Guys, you’re in public. Can you go do that in private somewhere?” A female’s voice, and based on the strength behind it, she sounds like an alpha.
Just like that, whatever got into both Pax and I fades away, and Pax pulls his face out of the crook of my neck, gazing down at me with heavily-dilated eyes. He studies my face for a few seconds, then pulls away from me, helping me off his car. He glances at the woman alpha who interrupted us, muttering, “Sorry, ma’am.”
“Just get her home and take care of her.” With those words of wisdom said, the female alpha continues walking along.
Pax opens the side door for me, helps me in like I’m some helpless doll, and then hurries around to the driver’s side. He gets in, and then he glances at me. His green-eyed gaze falls to my knees, which I hold as close together as possible in an effort to try to stop my slick from being so potent. He leans away from me, slow in tearing his gaze off me, and he covers his nose with one hand and sets his other on the steering wheel. Within a few seconds, we pull into traffic and are on our way home.
Now that he’s not all in my personal space, I’m slowly regaining my sense of self, and I can honestly say being an omega fucking sucks. I hate it. That whole interaction is just evidence of why I hate it so much.
My mind is whirling, my thoughts still a little hazy. I can’t believe I whined, multiple times, and I can’t believe he responded like that. How the hell am I ever supposed to look at him again without thinking back to that encounter?
I honestly don’t know what would have happened if that female alpha wouldn’t have interjected and told us to go home. We were in public, and yet it was like the world around us ceasedto matter. The only thing that mattered to me in that moment was him, and I’m sure it was vice versa for Pax.
God, things are messed up. So messed up.
Thankfully he doesn’t say a word or even look at me as we head home, which is fine, because I’m still fighting the wetness between my legs. My damned slick. It’s basically my body asking to be fucked, wordlessly begging for something only an alpha can give me: a true knot.
The car ride feels unnecessarily long, and when we pull up to the house, I’m out of the car before it comes to a complete stop. I don’t look back; I can’t. I make a beeline towards the door and race inside, needing to put as much distance between Pax and me as fast as I can. On the way up to my bedroom, I don’t run across Gideon or Colter, which is good. I don’t want either of them smelling my slick. I’ll have to do some laundry…
After I do a little self-care with Mr. Knot-o-roboto.
Chapter Eighteen – Pax
I don’t get out of my car right away once it’s parked and turned off. I sit there in the driveway, stewing at myself and barely resisting the urge deep inside to chase after Raeka.
Not just chase after her. I’d do a hell of a lot more than chase.
Maybe a part of me wants to linger inside my car—it’s full of her scent. Her pure, undiluted, sweet scent. The scent of her slick gives me ideas I definitely shouldn’t have, and yet I’m helpless against them, as evidence of the straining dick in my pants.
Goddamn it. I was ready to fuck her on my car back there. Inpublic. I was ready to sink my aching teeth into that scent gland and bond us together.
What came over me?
I know what came over me: Raeka. The whining. It did something to me, deep down, something I can’t begin to explain. The sound she made triggered something in me, something primal. I wanted to comfort her, to make her feel good. If I was doing anything to upset her, I’d damn near change everything about me if she so much as asked me to.
I crossed a line today. I thought I was stronger than that. I thought I could hold back and be professional, but what happened downtown was anything but. Holding onto her, fucking purring for her… running my tongue over the skin above her scent gland and tasting nothing but chemicals until I finally got through to her true scent.
She was fucking intoxicating. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be near her again without thinking about her scent, about the delicious slick that followed. Even now, I still want to bury myself between those legs and get a true taste of it for myself. I bet she tastes ten times better than she smells.
And this is only the beginning. I’d only just started this job. How much harder is it going to be in the future? Maybe I overestimated my abilities… or maybe Raeka really is just that tempting.
My whole life, I’ve never been tempted like that before. I’ve never wanted to throw it all away without a care about the consequences. That isn’t me. That isn’t how I operate. I’m a lone fucking wolf; I don’t need an omega.
My dick won’t listen, and it remains rock-hard for a while. It’s as I sit there, alone in my vehicle, that I realize: I don’t think I can do this. I don’t think I can remain professional when it comes to that omega, not anymore. The mere thought of her is enough to send me tumbling over the edge. How pathetic is that?
Fucking hell. I need to resign. I need to talk to Gideon, tell him that I messed up and I can’t go through with this job. I’ll get Rourke to finish it out or something. Find someone who’s already bonded to an omega, so Raeka’s scent won’t be an issue.
I have to wait until my throbbing cock doesn’t press against my pants, and once the hardness fades, I get out of my car and start looking for Gideon. I’m not proud of this; quitting isn’t in my vocabulary, but I don’t know what else to do. At this point, the only thing I do know is that if I stick around, sooner or later I won’t be able to pull away from her.
Even downtown, in the middle of a busy street, with dozens and dozens of people walking by on the sidewalk, I was ready to make her mine. Hell, I nearly said it. I practically did when I was able to inhale her scent after licking the chemicals off her neck like an absolute lunatic.
I search and search for Gideon, and I finally find him sitting outside on one of the wicker chairs, hunched over. When he hears me exit the house, he straightens out somewhat, but when his blue eyes meet my stare, I can tell something’s bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, not sure why I give a shit. I’m measured in taking one of the wicker chairs near him, and I sigh as I run my palms over my pantlegs, over my knees.
“Oh, nothing,” he’s quick to say, but then he changes course: “I told Colter the truth. He wasn’t happy.” He chuckles softly, a sad sound. “He’s never happy. That’s the problem, but then again, I don’t thinkI’mever happy, either, so who am I to judge? Who am I to try to push him to live his life when I can’t do the same?”
