Page 41 of Knotty, Nice, & Holiday Lights
“Will.”
Every time she says my name, it’s like a beast inside my chest growls, then purrs.
Izzy reaches down, grips the hem of her camisole, and pulls it off her body, displaying her lush, creamy skin, making my mouth water, my teeth ache.
“I need you,” she breathes. “I need you so bad it hurts. Please. Please, help me, my Alpha.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
There is a fire inside my body, threatening to consume my flesh.
It’s so hot and painful that moving almost feels like shards of glass are slicing me from the inside.
The whine in my chest that I have no control over grows so loud, I swear it echoes in the bedroom.
I need Will. His handsome face is stricken with desire, his sapphire eyes hazed as he stares at my breasts, and that alone makes more slick slide from my pussy.
I reach out and grab his wrist, place that big, strong hand on my breast, and sigh with contentment at his touch. A little of the fire cools when his skin touches mine. Suddenly, I’m seeking his lips, kissing my Alpha with every bit of strength I have, pulling athis tee shirt until he takes pity on me and yanks it over his head, crushes my naked torso to his and devours my mouth again.
“Knot me, Alpha. Take your Omega.”
His body stills for a fraction of a moment, but I feel it. Feel his hesitation.
Will doesn’t rush to undress us and fuck me, as I expected him to. Instead, he slows his assault on my mouth, gently but firmly massages my breasts in his strong hands until this fuzziness in my mind begins to dissipate.
Placing my hands on his chiseled chest, feeling those muscles flex, I carefully push him back and look up at him in question. “Why won’t you knot me, Will?”
This wrenching look of pain tears across his face before his head drops, along with his hands from my body. His voice is so quiet, I’m not sure I hear him correctly when he says, “I’m a virgin.”
The world seems to come to a screeching halt at his confession. “B-but…” I gape at his glorious Alpha, this male specimen before me, his vanilla bean scent beckoning me more and more with the passing of time, and I just can’t understand. “How is that possible? You’re so handsome and kind and—”
“I’ve been waiting for my Omega. My pack.”
Horror pours over me like a bucket of ice water.
He’s been waiting for his Omega. What if I’m wrong? What if we aren’t scent matches?
Apologies begin to pour from my mouth as I grab the blanket from the floor and begin to cover myself back up. But his hands grip mine to stop me.
“You’remy Omega, Izzy. The first time I scented you outside, I knew.”
I gape at him. He knew since the day I arrived? And it took me over a week to figure it out?
“Asher and Matthew… they’re my pack brothers. Both of them. They’re your Alphas, too.”
I drop down, my knees bent beneath me, ass hitting the mattress below. I knew this already. Yet they knew before me.
But if I’m Will’s Omega, and he knows it…
“Then why won’t you—?”
“I’m scared,” he breathes. “Scared I won’t please you. That I don’t know how.”
His words draw me back up to him, rising on my knees, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. I hold him until he relaxes and hugs me to him, pressing my breasts back into his chest. “Don’t be scared, Will. We’re meant to be.”
The moment those words leave my lips, the most painful cramp wracks my lower abdomen, and I cry out in pain, gripping my middle as I fall back on the bed, writhing, slick pouring out of me at such a rate I’m almost scared I’ve peed the bed. Only the scent of my arousal eases the concern, but the pain is like being kicked in the stomach.
I’m vaguely aware I’ve mumbled something as I curl into a fetal position, though I don’t know what I’m saying. But the sound of Will unzipping his fly, the rustling of clothing as it hits the ground, makes my ears twitch. Then his hands are on me, pulling my panties off with slow care until I’m completely naked on the bed.
