Page 8 of Knotted By the Demon

However, she was faster than I’d expected. Her knee came up, catching my thigh hard enough to make me grunt. I adjusted my hold on the omega, bracing myself for what she’d do next. She was relentless, throwing another punch that grazed my ribs. A growl rumbled in my chest. The omega in my arms needed help and this little spitfire was only making things worse.

“Calm down, woman,” I growled.

Her hazel eyes widened. “Calm down? Woman? You jackass!” she hissed before lunging at me.

Had I said something wrong? Shewasa woman. And I wanted her to calm down. What was wrong with saying that? I leaned left, then right, avoiding her strikes.

“He needs help,” I growled, hating I had to explain myself to the little thief. “I’m taking him somewhere safe.”

But she didn’t stop. The hellcat swung at me again. I dodged and then reached for her. She spun away from my grasp, then kicked at me, the heel of her foot connecting with my groin. White hot pain shot through me, nearly making me double over as stars flickered before my eyes. I barely managed to hold onto the omega, gritting my teeth against the pain.

I moved the omega to my shoulder, needing a hand free to deal with this hellcat. I saw her fist rushing toward my face. With a frustrated sigh, I reached out and caught her wrist mid-swing, holding her at arm’s length as she struggled against my grip.

“You done yet?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as she glared up at me.

The little thief was breathing hard now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breasts straining against her black shirt. Swallowing, I jerked my gaze back to hers and asked the question again, hoping she hadn’t caught me ogling her body. And what a body it was. She didn’t answer, just narrowed her eyes.

Then I felt her relax. Was she finally giving up? Had she worn herself out? I loosened my grip on her a little. The moment I did so, the corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk.Fuck!She yanked her arm free and took a few steps back.

Her stubbornness was... intriguing, almost admirable, if not for the fact that she was making things a whole lot harder than they needed to be. She started at me again. I was done playing games with this sly fox. I sighed and, in a swift movement, delivered a light chop to the side of her neck.

Her eyes widened, and her entire body locked up before she went limp. I caught her, unwilling to allow her to hit the ground. I stared from one arm to the other, shaking my head at the absurdity of the situation. In my arms, I held two tempting intruders, two beautiful people who had no business being on my property.

But here they were, both of them filling the air with sweetness, defiance, and something I couldn’t name, something that made me feel both irritated and... oddly... grateful.Fuck!What was I thinking? I should toss both their asses over my property line and call it a night. Instead, I heaved the beta overmy other shoulder and tried not to think too much about what I was doing.

It was insane. It was impulsive. It would probably lead to more trouble than it was worth. Even so, in the deepening night, I carried them both home, a handsome and frail omega who needed my help on one shoulder and a hellcat beta who needed a good spanking on my other shoulder.

My return to the cabin was at a slow pace, traps forgotten as I moved cautiously, not wanting to hurt my intruders. I had to squat a bit to open the door and enter the cabin. Kicking the door shut behind me, I strode into the living room and laid the battered omega down carefully on the couch, his bruised face turned to the side. A pitiful, pained whimper escaped his lips, causing me to wince as if I was the one hurting.

He looked fragile, even in sleep, his pale blond hair spilling across the worn cushion, his breathing shallow and ragged. I’d tended to injured animals with more strength than this omega seemed to have left, and that realization didn’t sit well with me. Before I tended to his wounds, I needed to take care of my little thief.

I laid her on the couch across from his. Her face turned to the side facing me, and I barely resisted the urge to push her hair away from her face. It was good that I couldn’t see her features, couldn’t see how beautiful she was. I already had it imprinted on my mind, possibly for an eternity.

I rose slowly, gaze traveling over the beta. She was dressed in all black: a black T-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. The perfect attire for a thief. I chuckled. Why? I had no damn idea. Another pained whimper from the omega pulled my attention back to him. I needed to treat his wounds.

But before that, I needed to do something to ensure the little fox didn’t attack me when she awoke. I strode through the house, looking for items I needed. I locked the front door as Ipassed it, making sure all the locks clicked before heading down to the basement to get what I sought. I returned with restraints and a first aid kit.

I sat the kit on the end table and moved to the beta, who’d yet to stir. I quickly bound her wrists and ankles. Not too tightly, but tight enough to hold her in place. I’d just finished binding her when I felt her stir.

My gaze snapped to hers, and I found striking hazel eyes trained on me. She’d tossed her hair out of her face and was glaring at me. My ability to speak disappeared. All I could do was stare at the beauty before me.

“What the hell are you doing to me, alpha?” she hissed, voice low, filled with anger.

“I’m preventing you from attacking me again, you violent wench,” I growled as I stepped away from her. I saw it in her eyes. She was about to try to attack me again. Her entire body jerked seconds before her eyes widened, and she realized she couldn’t move. I smirked down at the little thief.

“Untie me, you bastard!” she snapped. “I don’t care what you think you’re doing, but I won’t let you get away with it.”

I leaned forward until my face was inches away from hers. “Who’s going to stop me?” I asked. Instead of using her words, she tried to bite off my damn nose. I stepped away before her teeth could reach their mark. “Behave, you feral fox,” I ordered.

She shouted more curses at me. She had a vocabulary that matched her hair color. But her voice was oddly sweet despite her foul language. I could listen to her curse me out all day, and that bothered me.

I needed to put some distance between me and this bundle of trouble who didn’t have enough sense to fear an alpha. Ignoring her, I returned to the kitchen, where I grabbed a bowl of water and a towel.

She was still telling me the many ways she was going to end my existence when I returned to the living room. Pretending to ignore her, I set about cleaning the omega’s wounds, letting the cloth sweep over his battered skin softly, not wanting to hurt him. He’d suffered enough pain in his young life.

“You actually tied me up! What kind of alpha are you?” my little thief bit out, challenging me with every word. “Are you afraid of a little beta?”

Though I tried to tune the little thief out, it was impossible to ignore her scent. It was all around me, mingling with the honeyed sweetness of the omega, creating a perfume that had my cock throbbing. I kept my body turned from her view, not wanting her to see how she was affecting me.

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