Page 121 of Knot What She Seems
More touch. I want more touch. Need it.
I nearly arch against him, but I try to heed his advice to wait, try to tap into my instincts for safety and nesting and not simply mating. But it’s a hard fight against the absolutely urgent desire to press my nose against the base of his neck and inhale.
Not yet.
Not yet.
I’m barely holding onto a thread of rationality as his hand cinches tightly around my waist. My breasts grow heavy and my nipples start to throb as he rushes us out of the gymnasium, smashing open a side door and tossing us out onto the grounds.
The sweet relief of a fresh breeze rolls over us and helps clear both our heads, which is a very good thing considering the maneuvers going on across the grounds of the military academy.
We come across another class that is engaged in heavy artillery fire. They’re loading shells into a massive howitzer to practice long-range launches, but they all pause as we sprint past. Their heads turn, and it’s terrifying how I can tell exactly when they catch wind of my scent.
Postures change, fists clench, concentration on their task falters.
“Omega scent grenade lesson injury!” Colter bellows over his shoulder. “Get back to fucking work!”
The explanation works on most of them, but one lone soldier starts to sprint after us, a wild look in his eyes.
I tense in Colter’s arms, and he feels it, quickly turning as the man grows near. Without setting me down, my beast of an alpha kicks the other man right in the chest. The force of the impact is so loud that I think I might hear bone cracking, but my scent match turns and rushes off before the other soldier has even hit the ground.
He heads for the forest, and once we’re beneath the canopy of leaves, surrounded by branches on every side, my instincts escalate and my ability to resist falters.
My thighs clamp down on his waist as I wrap my legs firmly around his, whining because Ted’s bodysuit is a stupid hindrance right now. My scent match is right here and I need him. Against me. Inside of me. I want nothing in between us.
I nuzzle and kiss his neck, attempting to cajole him into setting me down and giving me what I need right fucking now.
His moan of impatience is music to my ears as he continues stomping through the undergrowth, putting distance between us and all the alphas at the war academy.
He’s being smart. Safe.
I’m not.
Recklessly, I reach up and yank off my wig, uncaring that bobby pins go flying or that bits of my own hair rip out in the process. I try to toss the wig aside, but Colter latches onto my wrist at the last second, taking it from me and shoving it into one of the pockets in his cargo pants.
“I need you,” I murmur as a wave of lust crashes over me, washing out any rational thought as I start to grind against him.
His hands tighten their hold on me as he says, “Almost there, mate. Almost safe.”
Slick soaks through my panties at his words and starts to drip down my thighs, and the tell-tale cinnamon roll scent of a full heat forms a cloud around us. His alpha scent grows stronger in response, full of spicy male deliciousness that makes my mouth water. I’m nipping at Colter’s neck, fingers digging into his broad shoulders as I writhe, needy and aching.
I’m not even sure how this is happening right now. It shouldn’t be. My suppressor pills should stop me from going into heat at all…but everything’s been so hectic lately, between both schools, attention from the guys…
Could I have missed a dose?
It’s possible.
I’ll find out for certain later, but right now I’m consumed by a heavy need to have Colter do more than just hold me.
I wriggle against his hold, sliding my hips down a little until I can feel the tip of his hard dick through his pants and my bodysuit. I grind hard but the layers frustrate me because I crave that knot more than anything else—to be full and stretched.
I reach up and back behind my neck, ready to toss off my shirt and yank at the tiny hidden zipper on this awful bodysuit, dispensing with it the way I did with my wig, but Colter makes me pause when he says, “We’re here.”
Breathing shallowly, I turn my head to glance at our surroundings. Tucked deep into the forest between the two castles is a tiny waterfall and a pool that pours out into a crystal clear creek. The space is lovely and serene, very sheltered—it gives outdoor nest vibes with the way a few willows form a wall of dangling leaves on one side…
I should admire the view, but right now, all I care about is the flat, mossy ground—a space where Colter can lay me out and give me everything I want.
“Help me out of this,” I beg.
