Page 27 of Knot your Princess
“What are you doing in here?” she bellows, pulling the tops of the gown closer together.
“I did knock. When you didn’t answer, I thought you might be in trouble…you know…the asthma…” I trail off, staring into her remarkable green eyes. I don’t know what it is about this omega that has captured my attention, but I can’t stop thinking about her; I can’t stopstaringat her.
She purses her lips. “I’m fine. How did you get in anyway?”
I hold up the key that I pickpocketed from Enzo and hold my finger to my lips. “He doesn’t know I’m in here.”
Her gaze shoots to the door, and a mask of fear drops over her face. She backs up, ready to scream her head off; I can see it in her eyes.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” I say hastily. “I wanted to talk to you. Ask you something.”
She closes her mouth but is no less wary. I’m not good with shit like this. I don’t chase women, omegas especially. I don’t want to form an emotional attachment to a creature who will possibly end up wanting to mate with me. It’s not an option for me. My work with the Taskforce takes me out of the country more often than not, tracking down wanted mafia members when and wherever they pop up. This job with Enzo is personal. I wanted the cameo that belonged to my mother. Mybirthmother. Enzo got it for me in exchange for passing on information about certain things that my job has access to.
“Well?” she spits out when I falter.
I want to ask her if she likes the house.Myhouse. I grew up here with my adopted parents, which they left for me when they downsized up North. I had a life that some would consider charmed, but staring into her gorgeous, forest green eyes now, I lose my nerve. It’s better to focus on the thing I actually came in here for.
“That purr,” I blurt out before I back out of here, never to return. “What was that?”
She blinks slowly, like a tired owl, as she takes in my question. “It was a purr,” she says deadpan. “You know, like omegas do.”
I want to chuckle and hold her close to me, but instead, I freeze momentarily, getting up the guts to pursue this conversation. Ineedto know what it was.
“Obviously,” I remark, putting on a front that she can probably see straight through. “What did it mean?” My voice croaks, and I clear my throat, adopting a vicious glare that usually makes hardened criminals weep like babies.
Not her, though.
She snorts in my face and flicks her wet hair over her shoulder before she turns to the dresser and marches over to it. She starts opening drawers, muttering about a hairbrush, which she doesn’t find and won’t because there is nothing in there.
“It meant nothing,” she says eventually, cutting me with her words. She turns back and crosses her arms. She regards me closely, her eyes searching mine. I want to look away, but I’m fixated on the green depths that are dragging me in and under. “If that’s all, you can go now.”
It takes everything I have to stay where I am and respond to her harsh tone. “I don’t believe that.”
“Then what? What do you want from me? Do you want me to say I purred at you because your alpha nearness set the omega inside me on fire when you touched me and showed me kindness in a hostile situation? Is that what you want? There, you have it. Now go and leave me the hell alone!”
She turns her back to me. I know she has tears in her eyes. I saw their glint, and now I feel like the worst man on the planet for making her cry.
“Was it just the situation?” I ask so quietly that I’m not even sure if she heard me. “Or was it something more?” Knowing I should leave this and her alone, I can’t. Her purr reached my soul and touched a part of me that has remained off-limits. I cannot get the sound of it out of my head.
“What more do you want me to say?” she whispers.
Having no answer to that, I remain silent and unmoving. Suddenly, she spins around and flies at me, clutching my t-shirt in her small hands as she drags me into her personal space.
There isn’t an alpha in the land that could stop me from doing what her actions are screaming for me to. Fisting my hand into her hair, I kiss her, forcing her lips apart with my tongue, so I can wrap it around hers while I press myself closer to her soft body. She reacts quickly, devouring my mouth as she kisses me back fervently, a delicious mewl escaping her throat before she lets out a full-on purr that makes my dick go so hard, it’s painful.
I can’t help but growl at her in response, raking the nails of my other hand down the side of her neck. I tug on her hair, pulling her head back so my mouth grazes over her chin and down her throat. Drawing a deep breath, I pull her scent into my lungs, allowing it to surround me, and consume me.
“Sugar,” I murmur, wanting to hear it come from my lips.
“Ah,” she cries out, dropping her head back to give me access to the base of her throat.
The vanilla scent of her rushes over me as she goes damp between her legs. I don’t need to be an expert on omegas to know she is producing slick, which means she is turned on. Without even thinking about my next move, I untangle my fingers from her hair and roughly pull the gown apart to expose her perfect tits, their rosy nipples peaked and inviting me to suck them. She doesn’t stop me; in fact, she encourages me. Her fingers tighten in my hair, drawing my head down to her left nipple. I suck it into my mouth while my hands push the gown from her body, leaving her naked and gorgeous in my arms.
I don’t pause for even a second to question this. We are an alpha and an omega locked in a passionate struggle that neither one of us wants to stop. I pop my mouth off her nipple and pick her up. She wraps her legs around me and kisses me, claiming my mouth, my body, and my soul with the simple, sensual twisting of her tongue around mine. Turning, I drop her lightly on the bed and fall between her legs, pushing them open and seeing the glisten of her slicked-up pussy that is begging me for attention.
“Sugar,” I pant. “What is this?” The rational side of my brain is fighting to get free of her heady scent.
“I don’t know,” she rasps, shoving my head between her legs.
