Page 55 of Knot your Good Girl

“Right back at you.”

I know she’s trying to incite a reaction, but she doesn’t realize how much her voice is purring.

I smile against the top of her head, inhaling her scent and despite her mouthiness, I’m wondering how I can let her go once these ten days are over.

“You’re terribly hard for someone who was so angry with me that you wanted me to go home.”

Brat!

I press myself even harder against her. “And you sound desperate for my cock.”

She mewls like the omega she is.

Not that she ever tries to hide it.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just stating facts.”

I smile and shake my head. “Then I’ve got six days to make you desperate for it.”

She snickers. “I’m going home once I get out of your grip.”

“You’re not going anywhere and I may never let you go at all,” I say, because I know it’s going to be hard. “I might keep you here forever.”

“I’m not your forever.”

I smile and shake my head. “Aren’t you? Is your pussy gushing slick right now? Are you squeezing your thighs together because you think I won’t realize? Are your nipples aching for me to touch them?”

She shakes her head, but she releases an opposing moan.

Still holding her wrists with one hand, I slide the other to her tit and tug on the hard bud that she claims I don’t affect.

She inhales sharply before going silent as she stares at the wall.

“Never lie to me again.” I let go of her hands and step back slightly. My eyes roam down her body, taking in the leggings, sneakers, and the oversized sweater. Realizing she doesn’t try at all to impress. “This sweater is too big for you. I’m going to get you more clothes.”

“I love this sweater,” she says.

“What do you love about it?” I pull it at the shoulders and feel the softness of the cashmere as it slips through my fingers.

“It’s special.”

“Special... It smells of...” My nose twitches.

“It smells of...” She exhales sharply before whispering, “It smells nice and it was a present, so don’t even try to take it away.”

“A present. A strange gift, considering how big it is on you.”

She sighs. “Just stop talking about it. If I’m staying for a little longer, the sweater stays. It’s non-negotiable.”

“You’re staying.” It’s a demand.

Releasing her wrists, I spin her around to face me, and as I witness tears welling up in her eyes, I draw her close.

“Why don’t you like me?” she murmurs.

I stiffen for a moment while I hold her, purring into her hair. Just like an alpha should hold his omega.

As I embrace her, time seems to come to a halt. Being around her has a calming effect on me.

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