Page 54 of Knot a Tie
He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Your dad knows who I am. He’s told me in no uncertain terms to not go anywhere near this pack, or you. Seems he’s picked them out to be your mates, and that’s good. They will treat you like a princess. But not me. I’ve got to go.”
He takes a step back, as if he is actually about to walk out of my life. It fires up the panic that was bubbling under the surface ever since he walked in here. I knew something was off.
“No!” I snap, grabbing his arm. “You can’t leave me.”
“I don’t have a choice,” he says desperately. “You will be ripped away from this pack if your father finds out I’m here. I won’t do that to you. I need to leave you where I know you will be looked after. Please understand, Rayne. I have no choice.”
“There is always a choice,” I spit out and shove past him. “I’m going to ring my dad right now and tell him he can get knotted. He can’t do this. He has no right.”
“Wait!” Richard calls out, following me down the hallway and up the stairs when I keep going. “You can’t say anything to him. Rayne, if he knows I’m here, he is going to throw me in jail. It was all part of a deal. You can’t tell him.”
“What?” My heart is hammering against my ribs. “Jail?”
“Jail. He knows about my ties to Mick and the others. He has offered me immunity if I help bring them down and stay away from this pack. He doesn’t want me anywhere near you.”
The bitterness in his tone, breaks my heart. But there is no way Daddy is getting away with this.
Shaking my head, trying not to cry, I march over to my bed and bend over, scooping up my phone.
“Rayne, stop.” Richard’s deep voice resonates behind me. I feel his body pressed up against mine.
My breath hitches.
I straighten up, clutching the phone. Turning around, his chest comes into view, and I tilt my head back to look him in the face.
“Richard,” I purr again, his closeness driving the omega inside me to the point where I’m about to pounce on him.
He reaches out and cups my face, a look of sheer amazement on his. His fingers tangle in my hair and he tugs gently before he drops his mouth to mine.
I drop the phone on the floor and fist my hands in his black t-shirt, wanting to claw it off him so I can touch his skin. His kiss bruises me, tearing at the wounds on his lips to bleed again. I taste it when I flick my tongue out and let out a soft purr which makes him growl into my mouth as his tongue twists around mine in a kiss so deep, so full of emotion, I want to cry and cling to him forever.
His hands reach for the hem of my t-shirt, and he pulls it up. We break apart long enough for him to yank it over my head. His eyes drop to my breasts, encased in a lacy bra.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I ask in a small voice, knowing his concerns about touching and sex.
“I have never been more sure of anything in my life,” he replies before he kisses me again, drawing in my scent at the same time so he sucks the breath out of me. I pant, gasping for air as his mouth devours mine. I tentatively reach for the button on his sexy black jeans and flick it open, ready to stop the second he tells me to.
But he doesn’t.
He removes his own t-shirt instead.
I take in his hard, tanned body and mewl like a kitten, kissing his chest and sliding my tongue over the rough flesh.
Skating my fingers over the side where he got hurt, I slide down the zip on his jeans and then shove them down to expose his hardening cock.
“Christ,” he murmurs when I pull away. “I never knew it could feel like this. Rayne…”
I drop to my knees in front of him and take his weighty cock in my hand. I let out a moan of pure, unadulterated lust when I see his reverse Prince Albert piercing.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp and close my mouth over his tip.
He groans, shoving his hand forcefully into my hair.
I suck him off, wrapping my tongue around his shaft, unable to resist the urge to flick the ring piercing his cock. My deep “mmm” sound makes him groan and gently pulse his hips. I let him fuck my mouth, knowing he won’t be rough with me. I run my tongue up and down his length and over the tip, enjoying this immensely.
So is he, if the noises he’s making are anything to go by.
“Fuck, Rayne.”
