Page 125 of Knot What She Seems
This far away, I can only see her silhouette, but I know she’s not dressed for the ball. Instead of a gown, she’s wearing a pair of sweats and a baggy T-shirt. She looks beautiful all dolled up, but my obsession appears almost ethereal like this—natural, uninhibited, and free.
“Where are you going?” Ridge’s voice is practically a bark, which will not go over well with the princess. She may look like a cute kitten, but she claws and bites like a fierce tiger.
Ridge and Luka immediately stalk toward her—well, the former stalks, anger painted across the lines of his face, while the latter glides gracefully, his hands in his front pockets. Brylee is frozen, a deer in the headlights, and her mouth opens and shuts repeatedly. No sound escapes.
While the two idiots move to stand in front of her, I slink along to the back, a shit-eating grin on my face.
Does my little omega actually believe she can go somewhere where I won’t find her? Silly, silly girl.
Soon, she’s surrounded by the three of us, and I can hear how hard her heart pounds in her chest. I imagine that if she turned to face me, her pupils would be dilated as well, pure, unbridled lust reflected back at me.
Or maybe they would be flaring with irritation. Ridge seems to elicit that particular emotion from her.
The asshole in question is scowling down at her, his arms crossed over his chest, flowers crumpled and the jewelry box all but forgotten. He couldn’t decide on a bow tie—since we didn’t know what color dress Brylee would have on—so he refused to wear one, and his tux looks incomplete.
“The party’s that way,” Ridge snaps, jerking his chin in the direction of the ballroom.
Because while Eros Academy has fighting arenas and makeshift battle rings, Darling has an entire fucking ballroom.
Not fair.
“I’m aware of where the ball is.” Brylee hefts her chin in the air, her voice turning flinty.
Instantly, my cock hardens. There’s something about hearing my little obsession talking back to Ridge that makes desire cloud my mind. I want nothing more than to throw her to the ground, rip those sweatpants off of her, and fuck her sweet pussy until she’s screaming for my knot.
I’ve been perpetually hard since Colter decided to release omega-heat grenades during training the other day. Didn’t even see the fucker do it.
God, that smell…
It almost reminded me of Brylee, and I’ve been desperate for her ever since.
Her taste.
Her touch.
Her kiss.
I want it all, in a way that’s impetuous and unhinged and borderline manic. My therapist would have a field day if he knew the extent I would go to in order to win Brylee.
“Then why aren’t you there?” Ridge growls, his biceps flexing and straining his jacket. I’m not even sure he realizes he’s doing it. Fucking peacocking alpha. “It’s not safe to be wandering the forest at night?—”
“I need to stop at Eros for a second.” She folds her own arms over her chest and cocks her hip to the side. She’s the epitome of pure sass right now, and I fucking love it. Especially when that vein on Ridge’s temple begins to pulsate.
“Why?”
“Does it matter?”
“What’s in the bag, Brylee?” Ridge says, apparently trying a different tactic.
Brylee instinctively takes a step backward, unknowingly bringing herself closer to me. I inhale deeply and nearly come in my pants when her sweet fragrance overwhelms my senses. Fuck yes.
“My…dress,” she stammers out, some of her bravado failing in the face of Ridge’s question.
“Your dress,” he deadpans.
“I’m getting ready at Eros.” Brylee’s hands tighten around the straps of her heavy backpack. I swear the thing is half the size of her. How the fuck is she standing upright?
“Why?” Ridge’s scowl deepens.
