Page 75 of Knot what I want for Christmas
I pace the sitting room, check my store of snacks and goodies I bought in, rearrange the pillows and the cushions in my smallnest for the 100th time and then go back to pacing again. My skin feels tight and itchy. There’s a pain building behind my pelvic bone. And I’m on the verge of running out of this apartment, flagging down the nearest taxi, and heading straight for the airport, when my buzzer finally rings. I almost weep with relief.
I leap over the sofa, run to the receiver, and stab it with my finger.
“Hello?” I cry.
“Hollie?” says the undeniable deep and sexy voice of Clay Jackson.
In response, I drop the receiver from my hand, leaving it to sway on its cord, and rush out my front door and down the staircase, flinging open the main building doors and ignoring all the pack’s instructions about waiting for them in my apartment.
Three alphas stand in the entranceway to the apartment building – all tall, strongly built, and frankly delicious looking. One has richly dark hair and dreamy blue eyes. Another has stubble across his strong jaw and mischief in his eyes, and the final has fluffy blonde hair that falls over his glasses.
I leap straight at the nearest alpha, which happens to be Clay. He catches me in his arms and I twine my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“You’re here!” I sob in relief. “Finally, you’re here!”
The alphas say something in response to my words, but I don’t hear it because I’m already burying my face in Clay Jackson’s strong neck and I’m taking a deep inhale of his rich chocolatey scent – a scent that has violent shudders rocketing down my spine and my panties wet with slick. Clay squeezes me tight and growls in response, and I lick at his skin – at the point where his neck meets his broad shoulders. Then I press my nose right against his flesh as if I’m trying to sink right into his scent itself.
I think I might be crying. I’m definitely shaking. And so horny I’m grinding my pussy against this alpha right in the entranceway of the apartment where anybody walking past can see us, and anyone coming in and out of the building too. I really don’t care. I’m heat-dazed, alpha-drunk, and chocolate-brownie scent intoxicated.
I murmur into his neck, sinking my fingers into the locks of his hair. And then I snap my teeth right into his throat.
“Clay,” I groan.
My body shakes even harder and 10 million little explosions happen throughout my body. The man’s neck is strong and corded and I only have little omega teeth. I can’t bite hard enough to draw blood. But I can still taste his skin in my mouth, and I suck on him desperately.
Clay’s body stiffens in my arms and his alpha scent, as well as that of his pack mates’, spirals in the air. It’s enough to bring me back to my senses. I pull back my head, gasp in horror, and draw my hands to my mouth, meeting Clay’s equally startled stare.
“Little Omega,” he growls at me, squeezing my ass as he speaks. “Did you just bite me?”
“I–I–I ….”
Fuck, I did just bite him. What the hell was I thinking?
“I’m so sorry,” I gasp, trying my best to wriggle from his arms.
He’s having none of that, holding me tightly in his embrace, flush up against his hard, warm body.
I hear Tucker chuckle and my gaze is drawn to his.
“You needy feral little thing,” he says.
“I couldn’t help it,” I say, shaking my head. My cheeks are steaming hot. In fact, my whole body is too. And if they don’t strip my clothes from me soon and start doing obscenely dirty things to my body, I’m going to have to do it myself.
“You wanted to mark him?” Nash asks me next, drawing my gaze to him where he’s studying me through his glasses as if I’m a particularly puzzling book.
I shake my head. “I wanted to claim him. I want to claim all of you.”
“You want to claim us?” Nash repeats.
I’m starting to lose my mind and all my senses. My thoughts are fuzzy inside my head. The world is hazy around the edges. My vision is beginning to blur, my hearing to muffle, and everything is distorted. And yet, deep down, in my very soul, I know the truth. I’ve missed these men so much over the last six weeks. They’re all I’ve been able to think about. That and the life I can imagine we could have. A life together that I think could be darn perfect.
“Yes,” I say. “I want to claim you and I want you to claim me.”
Clay brushes damp, sticky hair from my face, wipes hot tears from my cheeks, cups my chin, and turns my face until I’m staring right into his eyes.
“Are you serious, Hollie? Or is it just the hormones and the heat talking?”
“Oh, I’m definitely swamped in hormones,” I admit. “All I want is to be fucked a million different ways, all the way into next week. But,” I add, before he can interrupt, “I’m serious and I know what I want. And I want all of you, and you said back in the cabin at Christmas time that you wanted me too, but I didn’t know if that was just Christmas and sex and stuff.”
