Page 48 of Knot Their Girl
I thought it was too late for me, but she didn’t agree. I’m not foolish enough to think there is any underlying meaning to her words, but at the same time, how on earth can she smell this good, and it’s only a fraction of her scent?
My chest hums with appreciation. Raeka stands between my knees; I’m practically on the edge of the chair, her body so close to mine. Within my reach. I want nothing more than to pull her in closer, to feel her chest rise and fall against mine, to bury my nose in her neck and see if I can get a hint of her true, unhindered scent.
So that’s what I do.
I drop my hand off hers and bring both of my suddenly needy hands to her waist, drawing her in as close as our position would allow. Her chest collides with mine, and I lower my nose to her neck, the animal in me coming to life for the first time.
The need is so strong in me it’s undeniable. The urge to have her, to claim her, to bite her and bond us together swells withinme, to the point where my canines ache with that unmistakable desire. She’s driving me out of my mind.
She’s not here for me. She’s not supposed to be mine. I need to let her go, otherwise mistakes might be made tonight. She’s not my omega, and I am not her alpha.
Strange. Never before have words rang so hollow.
“Raeka,” I murmur her name against her throat, causing her to inhale sharply as my hands curl around her sides and hold onto her back. I pin her against my chest, and she doesn’t put up an ounce of a fight.
If this is anything remotely close to how Pax felt downtown, then I completely understand why things escalated the way they did. I know how he felt, because I feel the same. How could I not?
Again, I say her name, “Raeka,” but it comes out differently this time. This time her name is whispered in a lower octave, reverberates from my chest with an accompanying growl of hunger I can’t stop.
The sound she responds with is a mixture of a feminine sigh and a whine, and she turns her head in slightly toward mine, leaning her cheek against mine while I nuzzle against her neck, brushing my lips over her scent gland.
Everything has been so hazy, so fuzzy and unclear, and now it’s as if the fog is lifting, and she’s the reason. Nothing has been clearer to me than my need for her is right now.
I move my face, resting my forehead against hers. One of my hands cups the side of her face, my thumb running gently down her cheek, to the corner of her mouth. She parts her lips, her eyelids fluttering shut.
“Gideon,” she whispers my name in a way no one else ever has, and it sounds like a prayer. A prayer, pleading with me to help ease the pressure she surely feels deep within her—I’d know, because I feel a similar pressure in my lower half, a burgeoning heat between my legs that can only grow.
“You’re not supposed to be mine,” I whisper back. “But I want you. I… I need you.”
She whimpers against me, and an unmistakable sweetness fills the air, a scent that’s so strong it causes my already-hard cock to turn to steel in my pants. Though I’ve never smelled anything like it before, the animal in me knows precisely what it is: her slick. Her panties must be dripping wet now, and I’m dying to see for myself, to smell her without any fabric hindering the scent, to taste her slick and memorize everything about her.
Fuck. How am I ever supposed to go on?
“I—” Raeka sounds… unsure. Nervous. Scared, even. “—I can’t. I need to… to go.”
Letting her go would go against every instinct I have. It would disappoint the alpha in me. It’d hurt. It’d be like tearing myself in two—but she’s right. This shouldn’t happen. Itcan’thappen. So, I do the only thing I can.
I pull back from her and let her go.
She doesn’t meet my eyes. She turns away faster than you can blink and hurries from me, like she’s late for an important meeting at this ungodly hour. Watching her retreat from me is like sticking a knife straight into my heart.
It’s not right. She shouldn’t go. She should stay here, with me.
It doesn’t make sense. I can hardly think straight. I need… I need her back here with me.
I get up and go after her. Getting her in my arms is all I can think about; I’m a one-trick pony. It’s all I want. It’s all I need. I make it to the hall and turn to go toward her room. Raeka must’ve moved quickly. I don’t see her, only her closed door further down the hall.
My legs take me to her room almost faster than humanly possible. I lift a hand to knock, but I manage to stop myself mere seconds before my knuckles connect with the wooden door. She wouldn’t let me in if I did knock.
She doesn’t want me, not like that. She was just being kind. The slick was simply a bodily function she couldn’t control; it didn’t mean anything.
Still, even as I tell myself that, as I stare at her door through the darkness while fighting every urge in me to go to her, it doesn’t ring quite as true as I want it to.
Though my cock is still throbbing with the need to bury itself between her legs, though everything in my mind has gone hazy, I manage to take a step back, away from her bedroom door. Fighting the animal inside, resisting the natural urge to claim what my inner beast deemed as mine, is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
Swallowing hard, I turn away from her room. My intention is to return to mine and try to snap out of this haze, but the moment I turn, I see Pax standing there. He must’ve heard and come to see what was happening.
Damn it.
