Page 56 of Harley

I sigh and rub myself against him, marking him with my scent. I don’t know where here is, but as long as they’re all with me, I can make it a home.

I hope I can make a nest somewhere. “I need blankets and pillows and all your T-shirts, now.” The cramps have been so painful, and as much as they’ve been helping me through it, I need my nest to truly get through this heat with them.

“You don’t need much now, do you, sweetheart?” Jax chuckles as he jumps out of the car and stretches his legs outside in the dark. It must be early morning, maybe two in the morning. I’m wearing only Dash’s tee, and I lost my underwear a long time ago.

Knight growls as I shift from him, and all eyes are on us. His scent in the car has changed. I smell burned pancakes. Fuck. I freeze, not sure what to do. I want him to claim me, but not like this. Not in the back of the car. Not while he’s feral. This isn’t him...he’s gone.

“Hey, Knight,” Dash coos from the front passenger seat. “Come back to us, bud, and let Harley go, so she can get inside and make her nest.”

Knight just grips me tighter, and I let out a squeak. He brings his nose to my hair, inhaling me, and I whine. His hot breath washes over my throat, and my instincts switch on for him, and I bare my throat. Oh, shit. I can’t stop myself. The omega in me wants to heal him, and the only way is by him claiming me.

His rattled purr picks up, and I’m afraid, not sure what’s about to happen. If he takes me like this, will he stop, or will he go into rut? There are too many unknowns, and I can feel the electricity in the air.

“Fuck. What do we do”? I hear Jax say from outside the car, and that doesn’t help. My panic spikes, and I can smell my own fear, mixed with the burn of Knight’s. He growls, and I look at Dash. He waves his hand down in slow motion, gesturing for me to breathe slowly. Calm down.

In Knight’s eyes, I’m his omega, and he is reacting to my scent just as much. I feel Knight’s teeth rake over my throat, roaming for the perfect spot, and I still. My heart races a million miles a minute, and I hold my breath, waiting for the bite that I know he’ll regret, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it.

“Mine,” he rasps, his voice unlike his usual one. This one is pure alpha... His teeth land on a spot, and I feel them trying to break the skin.

“Knight,” Ace barks and I freeze.

Oh god, when Ace uses that bark, it does things to me. I know he hates to use it, and he only did it once on me. But my perfume floods the car, and Knight tenses under me.

“Let her go,” Ace barks again, and all the hairs on my arms stand to attention.

His teeth retract from my shoulder. Slowly, Knight’s scent returns, and he shakes his head. He looks down at me, his eyes clear as he takes in his surroundings. I can tell he’s confused. I hate that he’s like this because of me.

“Oh, god. No, don’t tell me I hurt you, babe.” He brushes the hair from my eyes, and I smile up at him. I hope he knows I’m not upset with him. I couldn’t stand it if he disappears on me again.

“I’m not hurt, but tell me you’re okay? Please don’t lock yourself up again. I need you, Knight.” I take his hand and rub my cheek against it, marking him as mine. His burned scent lingers in the air, but he’s himself now.

“I’m okay. I just...I’m sorry,” he says, those big, pale-blue eyes filled with unshed tears.

I shake my head and sit up. I kiss him, telling him without words not to be sorry. He wraps his arm around me, and Ace clears his throat.

“Let’s get you inside, Harley. I don’t want you to be out here too long,” Ace says as he reaches for me. I let him take my hand and lead me out of the car and across a gravel path. A cramp hits me before I make it to the front door, and it has me doubling over in pain. I moan. I need a knot. I want Ace to touch me...kiss me. Why doesn’t he do that? Why does he not want to kiss me? My hormones are running wild with thoughts. But he picks me up and carries me bridal-style over the threshold of the house.

There’s a fireplace with glowing coal. Someone must have lit the fire for us hours ago. Whose house is this? I look around, and I see it’s a cabin...a large one.

“Where are we?” I ask Ace, and he looks down at me with those deep forest-green eyes.

“Home.” He smiles and his purr kicks in.

Of all the alphas, I want his touch the most. He’s the alpha in charge, and my omega brain feels rejected by him. Now that I’m in heat, I hope that changes and he wants to kiss me...knot me.

He got me an illegal omega contraceptive. I’ve been taking it, and I’m glad he wasn’t upset when I asked for it. If anything, he was relieved. I think, between the threats on Dash, Veronica, and the uprising, the last thing he needed was a pregnant omega. I didn’t tell him why I want to take them. He never asked.

Ace surprises me when he rubs his cheek against mine, scent marking me. He’s been so distant since I arrived. I’ve gotten to know everyone else, and from what they’ve told me, it’s like he doesn’t think he’s good enough for me. I understand that fear of rejection. I’ve been afraid of being taken back, away from them all, when I have fallen in love with them all.

But I want him, and I don’t know how to make it clearer.

He leads me up to the second story and down a dark hallway, opening a door to a room only lit by twinkling lights. When he places me on the perfect mattress, I realize this is a nest. It's all fresh, having been cleaned with de-scenters.

“Ace.” I hold his hand so he won’t leave. I pull him down to the mattress with me and cup his jaw. His beard is long, and all I can think about is if that will tickle me when we kiss. His hair is up in that man bun, and I want to pull it down and run my fingers through his hair.

“You’re mine,” I tell him. I need him to hear it from me. So he stops holding back. I hate that he feels he needs to. But we’re safe here. He can let go and finally get a chance to breathe and touch me.

He growls possessively and pulls me to his chest. My hands land on his chest as all the air whooshes from me. My heart races, and his nostrils flare as slick gushes from me. A cramp has me whining, and something in him snaps.

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