Page 38 of Knot your Good Girl

“We were talking about packs, Mr. Ramsay,” Harry replies.

Aiden’s arm tightens around my waist as he pulls me against his chest. Only his pants and my panties serve as a barrier to stop him from fucking me in front of his bodyguard.

My heart races as he forcefully moves my body atop his.

He lays his hand softly on the edge of my knee. I feel my breath catch as I gaze from his hand to his bodyguard. His fingertips stroke so delicately across my flesh, before he walks them notably slowly up my thigh.

Harry emits a grunt as Aiden’s fingers slip beneath the fabric of my dress.

“This is so wrong,” I whimper, looking at an uncomfortable Harry.

“I thought you liked it. This is what a pack would be like.” He continues the ascent of his fingers, pressing them flat against my inner leg and sliding them between my thighs.

“Open your legs. Let Harry see.”

“No.”

“You’re mine to do anything with for the duration of our agreement,” he replies.

“And Harry is in a committed pack. Don’t be an asshole and make him feel uncomfortable.”

Harry gazes behind me and fixes his gaze on Aiden. And like he received an unspoken message, he rises from his seat, leaving us alone.

“What was that about?” I ask. Not sure that I even want to know what goes through his mind.

He ignores me as he continues to glide his fingers upward as the tips slide over the elastic of my panties.

“Open your legs.”

I spread my legs open for him.

Aiden’s chest convulses, leaving me uncertain of the cause behind his strange demeanor towards me. And it infuriates me that the longer I sit, the stronger his fragrance saturates my lungs. Despite the way he is with me, I hate that my scent lacks the same impact on him.

It’s too much for me. I’m trying to stop my body from vibrating. Trying to stop every purr from releasing. “Just tell me what I did wrong.”

He removes his hand and pulls my body against his. “I just don’t share.”

I still occupy his lap while trying to engage in a game of solitaire for the entire trip to Atlanta. His hands have stroked over my body, from my thighs to my back, up to my neck and he’s got me so worked up, I’m sure I slicked right through every piece of fabric between my pussy and his cock.

In the end I stopped playing, turned on his lap, which caused him to growl, before getting myself comfy, and I fell asleep.

I thought he would’ve hated it, but he is still holding me when I wake up and the plane begins its descent.

“You sound beautiful when you’re calm,” Aiden says as he shuffles me off his lap and sits me on the next seat, buckling me in before he clicks his own belt into place. “You were purring the entire hour you slept.”

“You’re nice to sleep on.”

He smiles, and it looks genuine. “We’ll go to the hotel first. Afterwards, I booked you private appointments with a couple of boutiques that I know about.”

“Places where you took other omegas?”

“Nope.” He picks up his cell, letting me know that’s the end of the conversation.

After we arrived at the hotel, I checked my cell, feeling dejected that my mom still hadn’t responded.

“You okay?” Aiden asks when I press my cell into my pocket with a sigh. There’s a moment where I think he is really concerned, but he brushes it off as quickly as it arrives when he doesn’t wait for an answer. “The car will be here soon. You need an outfit for Christmas and tonight to start with.”

There is nothing like making it damn obvious that my clothes fall short of his expectations.

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