Page 49 of Knot what I want for Christmas
“Clay says you’re not a fan of Alphas, Hollie.”
“I could be changing my mind,” she sighs. “I think I could be a very big fan.”
“Have you …. Have you ever been with an Alpha before?”
She hesitates. “No. No, I haven’t.”
I groan like I’ve just been gutted. “You’ve never had a knot?”
The word has the girl shaking so violently in my arms, it takes all my willpower not to knot her here and now.
“N-no-no,” she says. “I’ve never been … I’ve never been knotted.”
What a fucking waste. A pussy like her deserves to be knotted. “Would you like to be?” I say.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she mutters.
I’m about to offer to take her home to our cabin right now and knot her all through the night, but the stable door flings open and Annie’s calling for her best friend.
“Hollie! Hollie, where are you?”
It takes all my strength to drop the Omega back down on her feet and take a decisive step away from her, although I’m unable to drag my eyes from the woman.
She takes a deep inhale and runs her hands over her hair, taming the fly-away strands. To me, it’s damn obvious the girlwas seconds away from an orgasm – especially with me grinding into her pussy like that – but maybe Annie won’t notice what’s going on.
“I’m in here!” Hollie calls.
Annie races down the barn aisle and joins us a moment later in the stall. I turn back toward the horse, picking up where I left off.
“I knew you’d be in here,” Annie says. “You just can’t stay away, can you?”
“Erm, no,” I hear Hollie say, her voice a little strained.
“I was going to put a Christmas movie on. Can we start it now, or do you need more time?”
“Give me a minute,” Hollie says.
“Sure,” Annie responds. “Hey, Nash,” she says as she heads back toward the door.
“Hey, Annie,” I say, convinced she must hear all the testosterone that’s careening through my blood clear as day in my voice, that it must be obvious I was making out with her best friend only seconds ago.
“Geez,” Hollie says. I turn around and find her shaking her head and taking another of those deep breaths. “It’s probably just as well she interrupted. I think I was ten seconds away from begging you to knot me in the stables,” she giggles.
I suppress the very real urge to growl.
I was ten seconds away from knotting her against the wall of the stable. And that … that is not me.
The girl deserves more respect. She deserves to be romanced and wooed and all the good things.
She also didn’t come to the ranch to be harassed by a pack of alphas who can’t keep it in their pants.
The girl only just lost her mom. She came here for space, for the fresh air, to clear her head. She doesn’t need the distraction or the confusion of three alphas trying to wrangle her into bed.
And above all that, it’s Christmas. A time that has all the emotions swirling. An especially difficult time without her mom here.
She’s vulnerable. I knew that, and I still kissed her. I still pushed her. I feel like a class-A cad.
What was I thinking? Annie would skin me alive. Most probably, her mom and dad would help her out.
