Page 63 of Knot Just Their Nanny
“I hope that hurt you as much as it did me, you bitch,” I spit out and turn over onto my side to curl up as the pain, the dull ache that has been heavy on every cell in my body, finally lets up.
I lie there for a moment, taking deep breaths, trying to process this new reality. My head is spinning; it’s like I’m relieved and empty all at the same time. Suddenly, the scent of Zara becomes even more potent, filling the absence where that painful connection to Nicole used to be.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter as I slowly push myself up from the floor. There’s a part of me that wants to stay here on the cold tile, away from everything else. But that’s not me. I’m done hiding.
As I stand up, every muscle in my body screams at me to go to Zara. It feels right – natural even. It’s scary how quickly the pull has shifted, how it’s no longer a bond but an instinct that tells me where I need to be.
But something stops me.
Zara.
She has no idea what has just happened to me. She has no idea how I feel about her and how I know with every inch of my soul that her heat has snapped the bond like it was nothing. If I go to her now, I’m putting her in a situation she isn’t expecting and isn’t ready for.
So, I strip off, knowing the shirt is ruined, but chuck it in the laundry basket anyway, and turn on the shower, letting it run cool before I step in and try to douse the alpha instincts in me to go to the omega in heat only two rooms away and make her take my knot until she can’t think of anything else.
Chapter 35
Liam
Wild horses couldn’t stop me from climbing the stairs slowly, ignoring Henry as he tells me not to do it. He doesn’t know the connection we have. He doesn’t know that I can help her if she will let me. Stopping outside Zara’s room, I inhale sharply.
“Zara?”
After a few seconds, she gasps. “Liam?”
I push the door open, and the scent hits me like a cargo plane.
Zara’s heat is like nothing else I’ve experienced before. No omega has affected me this way. Without a shadow of a doubt, I know she has brought my rut on early. Very early. There is nothing else for it. She is my fated mate, and while I know this now, she doesn’t. At least, I don’t think she does.
I’d planned to take my time with her, to go at the pace she’s comfortable with. But right now, every bit of me is screaming to toss those plans out the window.
“Zara?” My voice doesn’t sound like mine, it’s thick with something raw and unfiltered.
My eyes fixate on her, huddled in her nest of crumpled blankets and pillows. She’s entangled in it, gasping for air, herbody glistening with sweat and slick. Every fibre of my being awakens, urging me to go to her. I know she needs a knot, and I’m consumed by the urge to be the one who offers it.
“Hey,” I say, softer this time, stepping closer. Her eyes flutter open, glazed with discomfort and need, and I know I’m already too deep in this to back out now. I want to be the one she turns to, the one who can ease her through this.
Dropping to my knees so as not to overwhelm her, I shed my suit jacket and tie. Crawling to her slow enough that she can stop my approach with one word, I wait for it. But it doesn’t come.
My gaze flicks to the side, catching sight of the dildo lying haphazardly next to her, covered in her slick. The growl that escapes me is something I can’t stop, even if I wanted to. It’s a clear sign she’s tried to take the edge off herself, and something inside me flares up, a primal urge I can’t ignore. My heart races with a need that aligns perfectly with hers.
“Zara,” I breathe out. She doesn’t seem to hear me, or maybe she can’t focus on anything but the overwhelming sensations crashing over her.
Feeling the carpet under my palms as I edge towards her. Every inch I get closer, her scent wraps tighter around me, drawing me in, urging me on. I’m crawling, slow and deliberate, because part of me knows I should be careful even if every part of me wants to quickly rush to her side, despite any consequences.
“Hey, princess,” I say again, trying to keep my voice steady. The urgency in the room is thick, matching the pace of her breaths, and by instinct, my movements echo that rhythm. I’m close now, so close I can feel the heat coming off her in waves. My mind’s racing, but there’s a strange clarity in what I want, what I need to do.
“Liam,” she whispers.
“I’m here,” I whisper as I finally reach the edge of her nest. My heart’s going a mile a minute, but I’m here now, right where I need to be.
Zara’s skin glows with a flush that spreads across her cheeks and down her neck, a rosy warmth that tells of her inner fire. Her hair is a wild cascade around her shoulders, strands sticking to her damp forehead. Despite her dishevelled appearance, there is a mesmerising beauty to her. The chaotic state she’s in makes my primal alpha instincts roar loudly.
“Zara,” I say softly in comparison to the raging inside me. My voice is filled with an emotion I can’t quite name, but it feels a lot like a longing mixed with fierce protectiveness.
She shifts slightly, and the movement draws my gaze to the way her chest rises and falls rapidly. I’m captivated by her, every sense attuned to the woman in front of me. It’s as if my world has narrowed to this moment, to her need calling out to mine. She is a goddess, and my cock is so hard staring at her nakedness, but I know, despite this, I would walk away if she told me to get lost.
“Will you allow me to help you?” I murmur, hoping that with everything I’ve got, she will say ‘yes.’ It’s not just a question; it’s an offer laid bare, a promise of relief. “I’m here, Zara. I can help.”
