Page 62 of Knot All is Crystal
Crystal, Queenie, my Omega, stares at me as if I spouted theoretical physics. As if she can’t even begin to understand the words that came out of my mouth.
I link her fingers with mine and tug her away from the crosswalk. She comes with me as if in a trance. I duck down an alley with her before I speak again.
“When you rejected me, it felt like I was being split in two. I can’t feel that way again. My life isn’t worth living if it comes with the pain of being without you. So if you’re going to reject me, reject me because you don’t want me, not because you’re planning on martyring yourself to keep me safe.” I press my body against hers, backing her into the brick wall. She inhales sharply as I press myself to her front.
“Because if the only reason you’re rejecting me is to keep me safe from someone, then I will probably do something ill-advised and try to remove that obstacle that keeps us apart.” I bury my face in her neck, inhaling deeply, allowing her sticky, sweet scent to calm down the Alpha instincts that demand me to protect and claim. “So reject me, Crystal. Reject me for real. Or let me decide what risks I’m willing to take to be by your side.”
TWENTY-TWO
Danger,danger.
That’s what Maverick is.
He’s pressed against me, reminding me of the night we spent in each other’s arms, and I feel myself going slick with need at just the memory of how he felt between my thighs.
My back arches just a little, bowing off the brick wall behind me and pushing my hips into his. He doesn’t step back. No, he seems to luxuriate in the way my body fits against his because he lets out a pained groan.
“What’s it going to be, Queenie?”
The title sobers me. “Don’t. You can’t call me that.” My voice cracks a little as I add, “Please.”
He doesn’t question me. “Heard and noted. Won’t happen again.” The Alpha dips his head to the crook of my neck again and inhales audibly. This close, his scent, like marzipan or one of those fancy white wedding cakes with the sweet almond-flavored icing, engulfs me.
My knees are weak as I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like to wake up in my nest with that smell surrounding me.
Sweet almonds and crème brûlée.
Crème brûlée.Emmanuel. I need to tell him.
“I have another scent match,” I whisper. “Another Alpha.”
Maverick pulls away, eyebrows jumping into his hairline. “No shit?” He whoops, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around. “I’ve got a fucking pack!”
And then he yanks me to him and kisses me as if his last breath lies in my lungs.
When we part, my body is heavy with arousal as I cling to his shirt.
How could I ever think I could keep myself away from him?
He was inevitable.
There was no world in which I could stay away.
“Omega,” he growls lowly, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me tightly to him. “You smell so fucking good.” He does, too. Stronger than before, which must be because of the hard cock I feel pressing against my front. “You know, this alley is very quiet. Not a lot of traffic. We’re pretty well hidden here…”
He drags his hand around the front of my body, fingers teasing my waistband. I inhale sharply, looking around the alley to check if we are alone, but unsure if I’d stop him even if we weren’t.
He plasters his lips to mine, immediately spearing me with his tongue. I groan, sucking on his tongue briefly before he pulls back and nips my bottom lip.
“Let me take care of you,” he mutters against my lips. “Let me make you feel good. Let me show you one of the reasons why you can’t live without me.”
Well, when he puts it that way, it’s hard to deny him.
So I don’t.
I nod, breathily urging him on, going as far as to thrust my hips forward toward them. “I love a woman who chases her pleasure,” he says, grabbing them with both hands and then sliding my pants and underwear down in a single movement.
The handsome Alpha drops to his knees in front of me, a single finger dragging through my slit, collecting the slick that pools there. He pops it into his mouth and groans, spreading his knees and gripping his cock.
