Page 80 of Knot That Difficult

My Alpha is here to save me!

“Good, baby. Let him take care of you. I love you.”

There’s one more bang, and then I’m being lifted into strong, capable arms.

Ace is frantic as he looks at me, cupping my face in his hands.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of here.”

I don’t care that we’re still in the garage. I kiss him fiercely, clutching at his shoulders andgrowlinginto his mouth. He responds in kind, pushing me against my car and lifting my legs so they wrap around his hips.

He’s in dark jeans and a striking blue shirt that matches his eyes.

He pulls away for a moment, panting against my mouth. “You need a nest,” he forces out, his voice strained.

“I need to come,” I moan. “It’s all too much,Alpha…”

I kiss him again, biting his lip and groaning as I thrust against his jeans. His scent is everywhere, spicy and delicious, and I couldn’t care less that we’re in a creepy parking garage.

I want him to fuck me here.

I need to be knotted,now.

“Fuck.” He pulls away again, and I cry out in frustration. “You’re in Heat. You need a nest?—”

“Fuck me, Alpha.”

He growls. “Damn it,Omega. You’re playing with fire. You don’t know what you’re asking for. You’ve never taken a knot.”

I grip him by the collar of his shirt, yanking it. “Teach me how to take it, then.” My words are low and husky. “Now. Here. I can’t wait anymore.”

“Someone could see,” he groans. “Someone could see your pretty cunt getting stretched open for the first time.”

But that only makes me wetter, and slick pours out of me, filling up the garage with the scent of honey.

“Oh, fuck, you’re perfuming everywhere,” Ace whispers wickedly. “Are you soaked from the idea of being caught getting stuffed with a knot?”

I nod frantically. “Yes,” I hiss.

He presses his forehead to mine and chuckles. “I’m so glad I found you. You were fucking made for me, baby.”

He sets me down to quickly work at the zipper of my jeans. I step out of them, and he growls in approval when he sees the wet spot on my panties.

Then he rips them off me, and I watch in delight as he stuffs them into the back pocket of his jeans.

“These are mine now,” he says approvingly. “I’ll wrap them around Connor’s cock later and get him off with them.”

My mind short-circuits at the image.

I stand in the garage, naked from the waist down, my pussy dripping slick down my thighs.

The cold air feels incredible against my overheated body, and I tug wildly at the buckle of Ace’s belt, the ache between my legs overwhelming.

“Need you,” I gasp. “Please?—”

It only takes one moment; then he’s lifting me back up and pushing me against my car door. I wrap my legs around his waist and close my eyes in bliss.

“Omega,” Ace commands. “Look at me.”

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