Page 15 of Knotted By the Demon

SOFIA

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Being hand-fed by a rogue alpha on a random Saturday morning had not been in my plans when I’d stepped onto his property last night. Yet here we were. And I wasn’t complaining. Apparently, food was the way to tame me. Who knew? The rogue alpha brought the buttery goodness to my lips again.

My gaze rose to his as I lowered my mouth, meeting him halfway. Our eyes connected as I bit into the toasted bread. Watching him watch me sent a strange thrill through me. Heat prickled along my skin, and I couldn’t deny that his presence, his scent, and the quiet way he observed me had my pulse racing.

My throat felt dry. I swallowed, trying to control my breathing as he reached for a piece of sausage, holding it near my mouth. I chewed my bread slowly as he held the meat out to me.Meat... don’t go there, Sofia. Don’t think about a different kind of meat. Ugh! You’re doing it. You’re thinking of his meat.

What the hell is wrong with you, woman? He karate-chopped you and tied you up. But he also fed you bacon. Bacon makes everything better. Ugh. I was an idiot. A hungry idiot.I swallowed the toast and leaned forward to accept the meat he was offering, my hunger overriding my better judgment.

When I bit down on the savory goodness, my lips accidentally brushed his fingers. A shiver shot through me, zipping straight to my core. I jerked back, nearly choking on the meat he’d given me. Suddenly, he was even closer, his scent enveloping me as he reached around my body and patted my back.

Pat. Pat. Pat.My clit thumped in time with his pats because I was a horny little psychopath, apparently.Reminder to self: never go a year without sex again.I don’t care how abysmal the dating pool is. A one-night stand could save you from yearning for your kidnapper.

“Thank you,” I whispered after swallowing down the food.

His answer was a rough grunt, which didn’t help my current state of arousal. There was something seriously wrong with me. If he knew how he was affecting me, he didn’t let it show. Who was I kidding? He definitely knew. He was just being a gentleman rogue. A gentleman rogue? I hadn’t even known they existed.

He brought more food to my mouth. And I ate it, careful not to get too close to his fingers. He was patient with me – waiting until I’d chewed and swallowed what was in my mouth before offering me more. There was something maddeningly intimate in this silent exchange.

His eyes never left me, watching my every move, every lick of my lips, every small intake of breath. His intense attention was making me hyper-sensitive. I could feel his gaze like a touch, tracing the curve of my mouth as I chewed, sliding down to my throat as I swallowed. Our eyes met for a long, quiet beat, and the air thickened, the tension coiling tighter.

I couldn’t decide if I wanted to lean into him or shove him away, maybe both. He offered me another bite of toast, but I shook my head. I’d eaten enough. If I ate much more, I’d have a tummy ache. Me declining his food brought a lookof disappointment to his face. And suddenly, I wanted to stuff myself with food to make that look go away.

I started to ask for more, but he’d already turned the tray away, and I was already wondering why I was behaving this way. He sat the platter on the center table, lifted the glass of milk, and turned in my direction. He must’ve read my mind because I was indeed thirsty. He brought the cup toward my lips.

How were we going to do this and prevent all that white stuff from dripping down my chin and onto my clothes?Hmm. I chose not to lean forward. Instead, I tilted my head back and parted my lips, my eyes never straying from his. He brought the cup to my mouth, tipping it gently so I could drink.

The cool liquid filled my mouth, flowing over my tongue, causing me to shiver. My throat tightened as I swallowed, the sensation unexpectedly... sensual. I met his eyes over the rim, feeling a rush of heat as I swallowed again. His chest was rising and falling faster now, his eyes blown, his nostrils flaring.

His reaction had me growing wetter, which spiked my scent, making it sweeter, the sweetest I’d ever scented it. And in that moment, all I could think about was how much I wanted his hands on me, how much I wanted to push him, to make him lose control the way I was so close to losing it.

He tilted the glass down, our eyes still locked, and I knew he could sense what I was feeling. I didn’t want to admit how much I was drawn to him. But my traitorous body wanted him to know. I licked my lips. His eyes dropped to my tongue. A low rumble filled the room.Fuck me,I wanted to feel that rumble against my clit.

I wanted to sit this pussy on his tongue and let him growl as much as he wanted as he feasted on me. His growl grew louder as my scent spiked. I inhaled deeply. There was another scent blending with my sweet citrus.Honey and orange blossoms.The rogue smelled it, too, because I felt and saw his entire body tense.

“That was... hot,” a soft but deep voice whispered, pulling me and the alpha’s gaze from each other.

Our eyes snapped to the omega, who was no longer asleep.Busted!I was supposed to be saving him from the rogue alpha, not giving the roguefuck meeyes and eating from his hand. The omega’s silver gaze drifted from me to the alpha. He licked his lips, and my pussy perked up. The alpha next to me inhaled deeply, a shudder wracking his body before a low growl filled the room.

Same, big guy. Same!This omega was easily the most beautiful person I’d ever seen. And his scent made my mouth water. For a while, the three of us just sat there, staring at each other with the omega's eyes drifting from me to the alpha next to me while the alpha and I were unable to tear our gazes from the beautiful omega before us.

I’d never been attracted to an omega before now. Actually, alphas weren’t my type, either. I preferred betas, like me. Their scents weren’t as overpowering, and they weren’t as needy. Plus, I didn’t have the equipment to keep an alpha or an omega satisfied long-term anyway, so there was that.

However, I always chose romance books about alphas and omegas because their neediness was perfect for each other. And there were times when I was tempted to join a bond that already had an omega in it. I may not be needy. But giving all of me in a relationship was my love language.

And this alpha and omega had me wanting to give my all...wait... what the hell was I thinking? I blinked, the hazy allure between us fading as reality snapped back into focus. I looked at the omega lying before me, his silver eyes watching me and the alpha with a quiet intensity. I needed to say something to ease this strange tension in the room.

“Are you hungry?” I asked him softly, hoping my voice sounded natural.

His gaze locked onto mine, and after a moment of hesitation, he nodded slowly, his eyes flicking between me and the plate on the table. I was about to ask the alpha for help when he suddenly sprang to his feet, moving so quickly that he nearly knocked over the tray, causing the glass of milk to wobble.

He snatched it up, along with the tray, and was out of the room before I could say anything. He was on edge because of the omega.Poor alpha!That’s what his kidnapping ass gets. That must’ve been the fastest anyone had ever moved for a tray of food.

And I could’ve sworn he’d been blushing, or had that been my imagination? I had to admit, seeing a towering alpha nearly scramble in his haste to get food for the omega was almost...endearing. It was definitely adorable. Laughter bubbled out of me as I replayed his actions in my head.

There was no way this rogue was trying to harm us. He was too... too... I didn’t even have the words. But he was nothing like a rogue should be. I laughed again, shaking my head. Maybe I wouldn’t try to kill him to escape after all.

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