Page 22 of Knotty Escape
“Ours,” River growls, though, snagging my attention again. He’s standing much closer now. As my eyes collide with his, I realize exactly what's just happened between Wes and me. Oh, fuck… not here!
“Oh no,” I whisper, struggling to free myself from Westley’s hold. He lets me down with minimal resistance, and I whine. He didn’t want to keep holding me? Shit, I shake the thought off, because there's only one reason I would be this needy. “My heat is coming…”
Harrison
I am hangingonto my sanity by a thread when Lila whispers those four little words. Her heat is coming…
Fuuuuuck. I bite my lip, holding in the urge to beg her to let me knot her right here in the middle of the one escape room that isn’t sexually charged. Well, right up until Westley fingered Lila and the most delectable scent blossomed. God, I want to lick up every drop of her cum.
The words fly through my head again, and I groan with the effort it takes me to keep them inside.
‘Let me fuck you, let me knot you, let me mark you. Be our omega. Let me rut you…keep you…’
Lila is the one. There’s no doubt in my mind about that. She’s ours, and all we have to do is hope she wants us too. The possibilities flash in my mind…her moving in with us. Bonding into our pack. Her belly swollen in pregnancy… a baby on her hip and another on the way…
“Your heat?” River asks, snapping me back to the present, and Lila nods. “Do you have suppressants?” Another nod. She murmurs about her purse in the locker room. “Okay, let's go get them.”
I want to protest. Tell her not to take them, but I know that's not what Lila needs.
They should kick in pretty quickly, keeping the worst of her cramps at bay until we can get her somewhere more comfortable. They’ll only suppress her heat for maybe six hours,but that's long enough to convince her she should spend it with us.
“Heat clinic…” I hear Wes saying, but I growl. She doesn’t need a clinic. We’ll take care of her. “Or, Lila…” Wes pauses, turning to the sweet omega that stares up at him with big blue eyes filled with need and fear.
My alpha instincts threaten to take over then. When I see that look of fear. I want to rip Wes apart. What the fuck did he say to her? Her scent is drowning in desire, so it’s hard to catch the small hint of anxiety that laces it, but it’s there.
“Or, you can come home with us. We’ll build you a nest, take care of you through your heat,” Wes finishes, and her eyes fill with tears.
“I’m scared,” she admits. Something I suspect she wouldn’t normally do, but her hormones are going wild, and her instincts are all over the place. She’s seeking comfort. Reassurance. She’s not scared we’ll harm her physically.
She’s scared we’ll break her heart. My instinctual need to soothe her is taking over, and my growl is loud enough to catch all of their attention. Lila drops her chin, and her eyes narrow. I lift my chin in response.
That's right, baby, come to me. She doesn’t shy away from my dominance or the challenge in my eyes. Her pink tongue peeks out, wetting her lips as her pupils blow, and her scent fills the space around us like a smoke bomb. I breathe deeply, smirking at the sweet omega.
This is pure instinct driving both of us. What alphas and omegas were born for. Letting our hindbrain take over…giving into our basic needs.
“We aren’t him. We’ll take care of you.” My words are laced with my growl, this time letting my chest rumble with it, long and low. A sound akin to omega catnip.
“Fuck,” River hisses, but I don’t glance his way. “I’ll go get her meds.” River’s scent weakens, telling me he’s gone. She notices his absence, though. The whine that builds in her throat breaks me. But the way she leaps into my arms heals everything. She’s soft and warm, her body molding to mine like this is where she was always meant to be.
“Say you’re mine,” I demand, unable to wait for her response before I press my lips to hers. The kiss feels like coming home. Like taking a deep breath for the first time. Like finding the place your heart belongs. Colors explode behind my eyes, and for the first time in years, my instincts don’t feel so fucking out of control. Synthetic omega pheromones have never done anything for my instincts, but one hit of Lila’s and I’m ready to serve her on my hands and knees.
When I pull back, pushing my hands into her hair as I cup the back of her head, Lila looks up at me with wide blue eyes filled with questions and swollen red lips.
“Here!” River’s out of breath as he stumbles up beside us and thrusts a silver pack at Lila, as well as a water bottle.
Through the bond, I can feel his reluctance to give them to her. That's just instinct, but we have to do what’s best for Lila. If she doesn’t want this, we can’t force her. And the only way to know for sure that she really wants us is to give her the suppressants.
With shaking hands, Lila pops one of the pills free from its pack and places it on her tongue. I take the water bottle and open it for her, then hand it back to her. She nods her thanks and presses it to her lips.
Some of the effects will kick in instantly. Like clearing the fog that happens with the flux of hormones thrumming through her body. But the physical needs and instinct to fuck alphas stupid won’t fully subside, just lessen.
“How did you know my code for the locker?” Lila asks River as she leans back into my space. He smirks before turning toward the camera in the corner of the room.
“Had a little help. Time to get us out of here, Trix,” River says, reminding me that she’s still watching.
“Obviously. The doors are already open,” she snarks back at us over the speakers.
“Lila, do you want us to take you to a clinic?” Wes asks, tilting her chin to face him as he steps beside her.
