Page 117 of Knot What She Seems
His response is anything but innocent as those blue eyes cut over to me and his expression changes to absolute panty-melting dominance. Even his scent sharpens slightly as he says, “Exactly.”
I grow wet with slick instantly, my lower belly heating, intense neediness expanding within my chest and making my fingers curl. My nails end up digging into Colter’s thighs, and I know he can tell just how affected I am when I feel him start to harden beneath me.
Every single member of Alpha Team X freezes, their pupils blown out as they inhale the way my scent sweetens.
My thighs tremble and my back threatens to arch of its own accord until I’m presenting myself to them…so that their hands, their mouths, their dicks go right where I need them.
Fuck.
This is going too far.
I stiffen, fear icing over my omega instincts and turning them into something that burns painfully rather than lustily.
The guys seem to respond to my mood change instantly, their postures relaxing, gazes sliding away. Even Colter’s chest retreats from my back, giving me the space I need to breathe.
Inhaling, I chase a sense of calm even as I cringe, realizing that I ruined the moment. Trying to regain a little of that lightheartedness, I say, “Well, I’m here now. So you don’t have to be the boss anymore. I’ll be taking over that role.”
Amused grins appear on their faces, and Colter slides his body up against mine once more as Ridge says, “Sassy omega.”
“You wouldn’t want it any other way,” I state.
“True,” he acknowledges.
And I actually believe him.
All at once, it hits me that I might have found the one group of alphas who don’t want the world’s most subservient omega.
The only problem is…they’ve also found the world’s most broken one.
If this is ever going to work, I’m going to have to heal.
But I’m not sure how.
42
BRYLEE
The next fewdays are a whirlwind of activity.
With the upcoming ball fast approaching, my time is spent divided between Darling and Eros. At the former academy, we’re designing ball gowns and centerpieces and organizing orchestral arrangements. At the latter, we’re…fighting. Always fighting. That doesn’t change, even with a ball on the horizon.
Whathaschanged, though, is the respect that “Teddie” has been getting from his fellow classmates and even a few instructors. The alphas are no longer looking at me like I’m some sort of strange, exotic specimen—a sheep in a herd of mustangs. No, instead, they regard me as an equal or someone worthy of respect. More than one person has gone out of their way to strike up a conversation with me.
Except for Alpha Team X.
They’re keeping their distance, and I can’t decide if I love or hate it.
I have to remind myself that this is what I wanted. It’s a relief to not be on the opposite end of one of their cutting barbs or harsh reprimands. At the same time, I miss their attention, and the way their combined scents cocoon me in warmth, safety, and tranquility.
Ugh. Stupid omega hormones.
And stupid Alpha Team X. How dare they weasel their way past my defenses with silly stories and kind words and gentle touches? How am I supposed to reject them when Iburnfor them?
While they may be treating Teddie like virtually every other student, they’re doing the exact opposite with Brylee. With…err…me. The real me. We haven’t had another date-slash-lost-bet-slash-blackmail-dinner, but they find ways to show me that they’re around, that they care. Whether it’s a note pinned to my dorm door from Kylian or a bouquet of flowers from Colter or a stuffed animal from Luka or even a passing, smoldering glance from Ridge across the fence separating the schools. They’re everywhere, constantly, and it’s becoming too much for me to ignore.
Not that I want to.
Not anymore.
