Page 25 of A Knotty Road Trip

“He doesn’t like me much. I know I can be a lot at times, but I promise I’m nice. I was raised in a shitty family, but their evil didn’t stain me.”

Raising my arm, I place my hand below her chin and bring her lips back to mine. I don’t know why Beck hasn’t told her that she’s his match, but for right now I am going to show this omega just how much she’s wanted.

Tangling my tongue with hers, I groan as her slick pools between us and soaks my pants. “I am never washing my jeans,” I mumble against her lips, speaking my thoughts out loud.

Pulling away from me, she laughs, then sits up more, straddling my lap completely. Grinding against my cock, she has me seeing stars, and my knot aches to be inside of her.

She’s made for me, but I don’t want to rush her. This isn’t some crazed heat fuck. This is just us, trying to stay warm during a snowstorm. Two strangers… well I mean we have known each other for a few hours now.

I wouldn’t call this a one night stand either. Belle means something to us, but time will only tell if she wants to be friends or more.

CHAPTER EIGHT

BECKETT

My chest feels tight. I can’t breathe, and my cock is about to explode. Her scent, chocolate and peppermint is making my head spin. I’m not sure how much longer I can be tortured with her around me.

Placing my hands on the bathroom counter, I close my eyes and take some deep breaths. I can feel him watching me in the pitch dark, but it doesn’t matter. I know he’s still in a bit of shock and confused at how Belle could be mine.

So am I. I’ve come to the realization she must be on some sort of scent blockers like the guys, and she didn’t try to personally hurt me, but the damage has been done, and I don’t know if I can be vulnerable around her.

Everyone I know that has found their match, explain it as if in a religious way. The stars align. You have an instant attraction and just know that you are meant to be… So why did my perfect match, my scent match have to be on a blocker?

Just my rotten luck.

“I can hear your thoughts spiraling from feet away, baby. Talk to me,” Tate mutters, and I sigh. My shoulders are tense and when he steps closer, pressing himself against me, I begin to melt.

There is just something about him that calms the storm raging in my head. It almost rivals the winter disaster outside of these walls. My mind has never been kind to me. I’ve been broken down too many times.

“Why doesn’t she want me?” I whisper and he sighs, wrapping his arms around my stomach, he pulls me tight.

“She doesn’t know, and if you don’t tell her, she won’t. Can you really let her just walk away tomorrow? Get in a rental car and drive off.”

I’m shaking my head before I even realize it. “No,” I gasp, my heart aching, and my chest tightening even more at the thought. “She’smine,” I growl, and Tate laughs.

“Yes, baby, she is. Now are you going to let Angel knot her before you, because it’s getting heated in there.” I quickly move back, grinding against his hard cock, and he grunts. Gripping my hips, he digs his fingertips in, and I moan.

“Get that sweet ass out there and knot that pretty little thing before I lock you in this bathroom,” he growls, and my legs feel weak.

“Yes, Alpha,” I sass, and he grumbles before smacking my ass and turning us toward the door.

Belle is straddling Angel and kissing him hard as she grinds against his cock through his jeans. Her scent is stronger now. I have to stop, and take a few breaths before continuing to move closer to them.

“Please, Angel, I need your knot. I am about to return to hell. I don't want to miss out on a real alpha fucking me. Give me something to fantasize about for the rest of my days,” she purrs, and I groan.

Dropping to my knees, I run my hand along her side, pushing her top higher up her back, showing me her perfect skin. She’s so soft. As she looks over her shoulder and sees it’s me, her gray eyes widen in surprise.

I guess I have been acting like an asshole to her. After a few seconds, she gives me a smile and licks her lips. I want to kiss her, but we aren’t ready for that yet.

“You smell so good, Belle. Your scent is driving me wild. I have to have a taste. May I?”

Her nostrils flare as she nods, and she slicks even more against Angel, making him groan.

“Hurry up and do something, Beck, she’s so fucking wet.”

Moving down the mattress, Belle shifts, flipping over on top of Angel, resting her back against his chest. He holds her, spreading her thighs for me as I pull the little shorts that have been teasing us off. I couldn’t believe it when she left the bedroom in this outfit.

Tight little pajama shorts and a thin matching top. Her nipples had been hard the whole time we ate, and I’ve been trying not to stare. She’s so gorgeous sprawled out for me on Angel’s chest. Her pouty pink lips parted as she pants.

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