Page 79 of Knot your Good Girl

He nods. “And I’m trying to stay calm, but inside I’m fucking dying. I want to fuck you so badly. But I’m scared I’m going to lose control.”

It’s not only me that fears my heat. My actual heat, and that should fill me with fear, but I crash my lips on his and we kiss as I press my core against his hardness. I pull away. “I trust you.”

He closes his eyes for a moment, and when they open, I see tears.

“Don’t get soppy on me. I want to be fucked and knotted.”

He chuckles softly while guiding me back to the bed. Dropping me on the mattress, and says, “I’ll be two minutes. I’ll get everything I’ve saved for your nest.”

He’s been storing things for a nest.

My nest? Or another omega?

I groan, then try to cover it up. “I can wait one minute, but no longer.” My voice is back to sounding whiny.

He stands by the door and extracts a remote from his pocket. Soon the room is filled with the soothing sounds of soft music. I let out a sudden gasp as the curtains draw to a close, enveloping the bedroom in darkness before the ceiling comes alive with a sparkling display of countless fairy lights.

“It’s beautiful. It feels so calm.” I feel like I’m dreaming.

He smiles and leaves.

Aiden returns promptly, as he vowed, just prior to the onset of the next wave of agony.

I groan as I fold myself in half on the bed, clutching my knees tightly to my chest.

He rushes to me. Nestling me in his arms and emitting a soothing purr, alleviating my discomfort in a manner I never expected.

That’s when I see the cushions and a small pile of blankets he placed at the end of my nest.

“You got these for me?” I turn to him. And before he can reply, I kiss him. I’m happy I’m doing this with him. He makes me feel safe. And it doesn’t matter we aren’t a scent match.

Does it?

Another agonizing gash tears through my abdomen.

“Now,” I groan.

He is my alpha. Even if it’s only for the time that we agreed to be together.

I tug off my clothes, and then his, until the two of us are naked and ensconced in a nest of cushions, blankets, and his clothes.

It feels so right.

I’ve prevented my body from going into heat before now. But I don’t regret my suppressants failing me any longer. There is a purpose behind everything. I’m not inclined to give thought to the reason at this moment.

I groan. Aiden covers me. “We’ll start gently.”

I nod. I’m aware he is holding back. I am cognizant of the fact that his purrs are morphing into growls. I know his rut will consume him, just as my heat will consume me.

An omega with her alpha.

“Yes. Fill me.”

His lips meet mine in a slow, sensual kiss as he uses his knees to part me. His mouth sliding to my ear, he whispers, “You’re mine.”

“I am.” It’s quiet, but enough for him to hear, and he slams inside me, and both of us groan at how good we feel together.

Like we are meant to be.

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