Page 8 of Knot Forever

The omega bounces off my chest as I pause, blinking. Her scent wraps around me, the sweet slightly bitter scent of almonds and cherries making my mouth water.

I snap my head back. I don’t like omega scents.

Then I frown. Apparently, that’s not entirely true.

I seem to quite like this one.

The omega blinks up at me, and I take a step back to look at her properly. Wide, deep pools of blue stare at me from a heart-shaped face, her curves hidden in a monstrosity of a ruffled, pink silk dress. There are more ruffles than in my grandmother’s apartment.

Her eyes widen as she follows my gaze, a deep, pink blush rising up her neck that I take in with interest.

“I know,” she says, a hint of self-deprecation in her voice. “Terrible, isn’t it? Blame my mother.”

Despite myself, my lips twitches. “It is a truly terrible dress.”

The omega grins, but it falls away as she hears a voice behind her. I start as she darts around me, the black, silken sheet of her hair whipping my arm as she… hides?

Bemused, I stay where I am as her small hand presses against my back.

“Sorry,” she whispers apologetically. “Could you just – stay there? For a second?”

Her hand feels like a brand, even through the tuxedo, but it doesn’t make me want to move away, the way that most unfamiliar touches do. My eyes flick towards the pillar as a voice filters across to us.

“…here somewhere. Her mother made sure of it.”

The hand against my back starts to shake. Irrationally, I have the urge to turn, to fold myself over her. Frowning, I force myself to listen.

A low laugh filters through. “Little bitch has some making up to do.”

“Julian has so many plans,” the other says with glee. There’s a noise behind me that sounds suspiciously like a stifled whine.

It’s quiet, but the space around us is empty, and I pick up the shift in the air a split second before I spin, backing the omega against the wall. She’s tiny, small enough that the bulk of my shoulders is more than wide enough to hide her from the eyes of the two alphas who duck around the pillar.

My lips brush against the soft edge of her ear, teasing me with cherries. She’s sowarm. “Stay still.”

Throwing an irritated look over my shoulder, I scan the new arrivals. Both of them are tall, but skinny, slicked back hair. Both from the Williams pack.

“Find somewhere else, gentlemen. Some of us are a little busy here.”

The omega shifts beneath me, and I press my hips into hers to keep her still. The thick, rapidly stiffening outline of my cock is more than obvious even through my suit, and when I glance at her, she’s biting her lip.

Fuck. They need to leave,now.

“I won’t say it again,” I say coldly, my eyes boring into hers. I don’t bother turning around this time.

I hear the telltale grunt of an elbow hitting someone’s stomach. “It’s Marcus King,” one of them hisses. “Come on.”

I stay exactly where I am, both of us pressed together, our breathing heavy and mingled in the small space between our mouths until I’m certain they’ve gone. The omega moves her eyes to my lips, and I realize I’m leaning in.

Shit. I step back so rapidly that she stumbles, smoothing down my tux jacket as she steadies herself, her hand against the wall. Wisps of silky hair dance around her face as she swallows, looking behind me. “Thank you.”

I nod. My hands clench at my sides with the effort of keeping them still. “Are you in some sort of trouble?”

She shrugs, but I don’t miss the way her hands shake before she wraps them around herself. She looks a little lost, and something in my chest… clenches.

What the hell is this?

“Tell me,” I insist. She shrinks back, a small frown twisting her lips.

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