Page 84 of Knot your Good Girl

She let out a soft giggle before leaning back, spreading her legs, and resting her palms on my thighs. She wiggled slightly, spreading her slippery slick over my knot before assuming control with the confidence of a queen.

Being pulled into her, the sensation was divine as I reached my peak, filling her with my release and causing her to scream in ecstasy.

Then I left her to sleep again.

Now I’m sitting in my car outside her apartment building waiting for five o’clock to tick over and then I’m going to deal with her OmegaFans subscriber, who seems to think he owns her.

I check my watch. 4.52pm.

I wanted to get here early and not miss him… or her. The idea that the person could be female never really crossed my mind.

No way.

I smile as I think about my omega, about how much she likes my cock and knot. She’s hooked, craving more, but the mischievous minx is becoming a playful tease.

I love seeing my confident Holly. For an omega, it’s surprising how much she takes control, especially when she’s not in heat. That’s when her confidence radiates. And as I savor her riding me, it’s a mutually pleasurable arrangement.

And now all I need to do is to deal with this subscriber.

As she sleeps peacefully, I wait outside her apartment, preparing to confront the alpha who dared to threaten her. The alpha who seems to thinkmyomega is his.

I check my watch again. 4.55pm.

Soon after, the sound of a car engine interrupts the silence as it enters the street and parks a few cars behind me. I glance in the driver’s side mirror at the reflection of the bustling street behind me as I wait for the car door to open.

Her cell chimes, interrupting the silence.

I reach into my pocket and retrieve Holly’s phone, eager to check the message.

I’m here. Waiting in my car.

Does she know him?

Does she know what car he drives?

I send a message on her behalf.

I don’t know what car you drive. But meet me at the door. My bag is heavy.

You’ve booked it in for servicing enough times.

As I glance in the mirror again, the sound of blood crashing inside my ears intensifies as with bated breath, I watch as a door slowly opens, waiting for someone to step out.

And then I see him.

Her boss. My new employee.Jed Simpson.

A wave of rage surges through me, pulsating with every heartbeat. My fists clench, and I feel the urge to leap out of the car and unleash my anger on his face.

I’ve changed my mind.

He comes to a sudden halt in the middle of the road and squints to read the message. His face turns beet-red as he storms across the road, tapping in his cell the entire time.

A message comes through.

No way omega. You’re mine.

I wait for him to enter her building. When he does, I block his number and drive away.

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