Page 51 of Knot What She Seems
My mate.
Like a predator on the hunt, I venture forward on silent feet. Despite my size, I’ve mastered the art of subtlety, of remaining invisible even in a crowd. No one will see me unless I want them to.
Her voice reaches me first—soft and sweet and slightly familiar. Don’t know where I heard it before. Probably never did. My mind—and the demons that reside in it—likes to play tricks on me.
“Fit, you motherfucker. Damn you. Fit.”
Fit?
Irrationally, my brain conjures up images of my nameless, faceless mate attempting to ease herself down onto a cock. An almost incandescent burst of anger shoots through me. People always say jealousy is green, but for me, it’s bright red, speckling across my vision.
I quicken my pace, push through the branches, and arrive in a tiny clearing that’s sheltered from the day’s vicious wind.
Where a young omega is attempting to shove a backpack into a hollow in the trunk of a tree.
The first thing I note is that she’s wearing only a pair of lacy pink panties and a matching bra, both materials hugging her generous curves. She puts her shoulder into it, shoving at the overstuffed bag, and I swallow hard when her ass bounces as a natural reaction to the impact.
All of that gorgeous, golden skin on display…
Blonde hair hangs in a haphazard bun on the very top of her head, and as I watch, she reaches for the ponytail containing it and removes it. Long tresses cascade down her spine.
Looks soft.
Want to touch.
I ball my hands into fists to curb the temptation.
The omega places her hands on her hips, twisting slightly until her profile is to me. From this angle, I can see the swell of her breast peeking through the top of her bra.
Mine.
What the fuck is she doing here out in the forest in her bra and panties? Alone? Unless…
Unless she’s not alone.
The jealousy from before returns with a vengeance, and I find myself scanning the clearing, searching for a mysterious third party.
Gonna kill him. Gonna rip him limb from limb and then feast on his internal organs.
A growl tickles my throat and rattles my rib cage. I can feel my nails digging into my palms, but I allow the pain to ground me. To keep me from spiraling.
Despite my best efforts, a snarl escapes me, and the omega yelps and spins around, her eyes wide in her face.
Familiar eyes.
Teddie?
But no… Those shapely curves don’t belong to the dumbass at the school. Similar features, but she’s so much softer. Those lips look more plush.
She must be his twin sister.
The princess.
Mate.
Mine.
I take an automatic step forward, her scent a rope tugging at my midsection, and she counters it with one backward. I can hear how quickly her heart pounds.
