Page 16 of Knot Your Romeo

“Am I? Or am I just honest about what we both want?” His voice drops to a whisper that somehow carries more menace than shouting. “Tell me you felt nothing watching me with her. Tell me your Omega didn’t react.”

I can’t. Because he’s right, and we both know it. Watching him with Cerise had awakened something ugly and possessive in my chest. A fierce jealousy that had no right to exist. I had watched another woman receive an Alpha’s attention and had mourned the sight like I was a scorned Omega.

But I can fight it…him.

I’ve fought for my freedom, and Romeo Silver won't take that away from me now.

We stand in tense silence, the moonlight casting ethereal light across his face. He’s even more beautiful up close—all sharp angles and intensity, his gray eyes now dark but still burning with lust from his moment with Cerise.

“Why did you follow me?” I ask.

“I’m not following you.” He moves closer, closing the distance between us until his body is too close to mine. “This is my home. You’re the one trespassing.”

“The cottage…”

“Is on Silver land.” He encloses my feet inside his. He’s so close now I can feel the heat radiating from his body. “Everything here belongs to us. Including you while you stay here.”

Anger flares through me, cutting through the haze of attraction. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

He grabs me, one hand circling my throat—not squeezing—just holding me in place against the tree.

I don’t flinch. The touch is electric, sending shockwaves of unwanted pleasure through my body. But this isn’t his scent doing this. This is my Omega wanting what her body needs.

“You don’t understand how things work around here,” Romeo growls, his face inches from mine. Then he slams his mouth on mine. It’s violent and passionate all at once, his lips claiming mine with a hunger that steals my breath.

For one traitorous moment, I want to kiss him back, my Omega instincts overriding all rational thought. When he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard.

“I’m repulsed by you,” he says, but his dilated pupils and the hardness pressing against my hip tell a different story.

“Then why did you kiss me like I was yours, Romeo?” I demand, hating the breathless quality of my voice.

Instead of answering, he kisses me again, deeper this time, his tongue probing through my lips and sliding against mine in a way that makes my knees weak. His hands tangle in my hair, pulling slightly, and I can’t stop the small moan that escapes my throat.

He pulls back again.

“I’m repulsed that I want you, butI amyour Alpha,“ he murmurs against my lips. “I hate that your scent drives me crazy when I already have someone.”

“Romeo.” Someone shouts. The sound rings out in the distance.

He tenses, pulling back slightly but keeping me pinned against a tree. “Don’t make a sound,” he warns.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you saying these things?” I whisper, confusion and desire warring within me. “If you like my scent—“

“Because I can,” he cuts me off, eyes hard even as his body remains pressed against mine. The voice calls again, it’s closer now. “Just because I reject you as my Omega doesn’t mean I can’t use you. We can both give each other what we need. Cerise is a Beta, but I want her. You’re the Omega who can give me what she can’t.”

Horror washes over me, clearing the fog of desire. “No,” I say firmly, my hands slamming against his chest, but he refuses to be pushed away.

Romeo’s smile is sharp and cold. “I want you to stop pretending this isn’t happening. Stop acting like you’re above the biology that’s driving us both crazy.”

“I told you no—“

“You turned me down because you didn’t want to be a secret,” he corrects, his thumb brushing along my jaw in a gesture that’s both tender and possessive. “But you didn’t say no to this.”

Before I can ask what ‘this’ is, his mouth crashes down on mine again.

The kisses he gives are nothing like the gentle exploration I experienced with Beck in Boston. His are conquests, simple. Romeo’s lips are demanding, his tongue invasive, his teeth nipping at my lower lip hard enough to make me gasp. He is claiming what he sees as his with such hunger that it steals my breath.

Romeo pulls back just enough to speak, his lips brushing against mine with every word. “This is what you want, isn’t it?To be claimed by your Alpha, to submit the way your biology demands.”

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