Page 35 of Knot your Princess
I was trying not to think about it anyway, but Trent has forced the issue, and now I know I would be too sad if it didn’t happen. Just too sad.
ChapterTwenty-Seven
Sugar
Acool breeze drifts through the open window and brushes my hair over my face, tickling me enough to wake me. I breathe in the summer evening air with a smile. I feel like tomorrow, I will be through my first heat, and then I can plan on how to get around Uncle Enzo. Concern fills me for my parents. They must be worried sick. I wonder if they know I’m here or not yet, or is Enzo tormenting them?
Closing my eyes again, I turn over to face the room and catch a whiff of something delicious. My eyes fly open, and I sit up in my nest when they land on a man sitting in a stiff-backed armchair in the furthest corner from me.
“Trent. Is everything okay?”
He nods with that charming smile of his that would knock my socks off if I were wearing any.
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to make sure you were resting comfortably,” he replies.
“I’m okay.” I pull the blanket up, making sure my bits aren’t fully covered up. Now that he is here, I want to do things. Dirty, sexy things with him before he leaves on his work trip.
“Were you watching me sleep?” I croak out, both turned on and a little bit creeped out by that.
He nods slowly and stands up. He is dressed in black combat and a black t-shirt, which seems to be his usual attire. His arms are incredibly well-defined. He has abs you could carve a turkey on under that shirt. He rises and approaches me, his scent grows stronger, it lulls me, makes me feel safe and sexy. In a word, he is: heavenly.
“Oh,” I moan as I feel slick pool between my thighs.
He pauses, breathing in deeply when he catches the scent of it. “Sophia.”
My name on his lips is something I want to hear while he is fucking me again. I want him to growl it while he pulls my hair and maybe gives my arse a quick spank.
“Uhm…” My cheeks go hot when these rampant thoughts gallop through my head, teasing my heat-foggy senses into reacting with even more vigour.
“Do you want me to leave?” he asks.
“I still have my heat,” I blurt out, hoping he gets the hint. Something is a bit off with him. Well, not off, but after our chat, he seems more hesitant. I try not to let it worry me too much.
Shakily, I get to my feet and, standing in front of him in just his t-shirt, I give him a bold glare. “You entered my room knowing I was still on my heat.”
“I couldn’t stay away,” he replies, startling me with his honesty. “Ever since I met you the other day, you have never left my thoughts. Your scent…” He draws in a breath that ends with a possessive growl.
It peaks my nipples and sends more slick sliding down my inner thighs.
When he smells this good, who cares? His scent is consuming me, driving me wild, forcing me to whip the t-shirt over my head to stand before him naked and full of an omega need that only he can satisfy at this moment.
“Sophia,” he rasps, taking in every inch of my body. He crosses over to me slowly, and when he is within touching distance, he brushes my hair back from my face with a soft smile, curling it behind my ear. “You are beautiful. I want to take what you’re offering, but I can’t be sure if this is just your heat now.”
“It’s not.”
“Stick that bottom lip out. I want to see you pout,” he murmurs.
Blinking at the bizarre request, I do as he asks. His eyes flood with heat and raw lust. It astounds me that such a small thing can garner such a response from him. He runs his thumb over it and then drops his hand lightly to my throat.
“You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Sophia?”
I nod.
“I think you’re a little bit naughty.”
Sucking in a breath, I try not to be so turned on by his words.
