Page 12 of A Knotty Road Trip

“Go away,” I order, but he just laughs, shaking his head.

“You smell delicious, even your fear has my mouth watering.”

Grabbing my bag, I dig for the mace I always carry, then wince. I removed it because it wouldn’t have passed through security.

“Get the fuck away from me!” I yell and he bites his bottom lip, groaning.

He steps closer again, gripping his dick through his pants, and his nostrils flare.

“Feisty little thing. You’re perfect for my crew.”

“What?” I gasp.

“There’s no one to hear you scream, but you can, it makes my cock drip.” Gross. Bile rushes up my throat.

Steeling my spine, I kick my foot out and hit him in the thigh.

Grunting, he hisses out “You’ll pay for that,” leaning closer and lifting his hand. I whimper waiting for the blow.

“Hey,” someone shouts, and I look around the man who’s now licking his lips. One of the men from earlier is racing this way.

“Get away from my mate,” Angel… I think that’s what Tate called him, roars, and my eyes widen.

Shit! Am I this guy’s mate?

“Mate… That’s cute. She’s not marked.”

Angel shoves him aside and pulls me to my feet. With no hesitation he kisses me until my knees go weak. Damn. “I’m sorry, baby, the pizza is taking longer to cook than expected,” Angel says, and I just blink at him.

The man grumbles some stuff then walks away with a huff.

“Thanks for that. I tried to hide my scent, but I guess my blockers stopped working… um, am I really your mate?” I whisper, looking up at him, and he moves away, shaking his head.

“No, sorry. I was just trying to get him to leave you alone. Though, honestly, I wouldn't know. I’m on blockers myself.”

He gives me a smile, and I nod. “It’s safer to travel that way. I don’t blame you… in fact would you watch my things, I think I’m going to quickly change.”

My cheeks blush, and I’m thankful he can’t smell how much slick coated my thighs from his kiss. Because damn.

After he nods, I grab my bag, then book it to the bathroom. I take a minute to catch my breath and quickly wipe up the mess, then change into new panties and soft pajama pants. It’s already past two in the morning, and I have a feeling we will be sleeping in this damn airport.

When I’m done, I return to find him sitting in my seat, scrolling through my Kindle. As if my cheeks weren’t already flushed enough, they have to be dark red now.

“Umm.”

“Wow, you are a naughty little thing aren’t you,” he murmurs, continuing to browse and I curse my OCD self for putting books in categories. “Tell me, what is Rockstar Why Choose with MM?”

Putting my Kindle onto his lap, he leans forward and gives me a smirk. His eyes twinkling.

“It's,” I croak, then clear my throat. “It's not as dirty as you're thinking. I mean omegas tend to have multiple mates, right?”

“Yes, but what is MM?”

It's official. I have pissed off someone in the past, and this is my karma: having to explain males fucking to one of the hottest alphas I have ever seen in a deserted airport.

He laughs, places my things on the chair next to him, and stands.

“I'm fucking with you, Vixen. I happen to know exactly what that is, and I have even read a few of your books.”

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