Page 22 of Knot Enough
“Let’s get you settled in.” Axel stood, and I tensed. “I’m not leaving you.” His palm cupped my neck, and tension leaked away.
I wasn’t stupid enough to believe he would protect me from everything after he’d partaken in the madness downstairs, but he was the only tether of kindness I could hold onto.
After a final squeeze, he went to the dresser and pulled open the last drawer. He returned to my side with a white shirt. I couldn’t take my eyes off him while he carefully lifted it to the top of my head and gently tugged it down to my neck. With my arms raised, I pushed them into the holes. The material pooled around my waist.
Axel tugged the towel away and tossed it into the corner of the room. He hoisted me into his arms, and I grunted from the suddenness.
Instead of walking out of the door as I expected, he walked to the left side of the bed. Balancing me with one arm, he tugged sheets out from their tucked position. They rustled from his handling.
“I think it would be best if she had her own room.” Kane broke the silence, his voice too close for comfort.
“Is she a fucking guest?” Rath said on the heels of Kane’s comment. I tensed up, clinging to Axel’s neck as my ass settled on the cushion. I didn’t release him, which forced him to be in an odd bend to accommodate me.
This was bullshit.
I couldn’t let go of Axel. He met my eyes, and his soft green gaze calmly searched my face.
“It’s okay,” he murmured in a deep voice that reached my core. I shuddered, my pulse uneven.
This bear of a man seemed visibly the roughest of them all, but he touched me with such care. He scooted me near the middle of the bed and positioned himself at the edge while he pulled the blankets around my shoulders. Rath stormed off, his steps heavily thudding with his retreat.
Oak sighed and yanked open a closet door across from the bed, and pulled out a fresh white towel. He tossed it over his shoulder and disappeared into the bathroom.
I lay stiff for a moment, but gradually the tension leaked away. It was just me and him—and it felt just right.
I curled close to his side, and his palm pressed into my spine, tugging me tighter to his side even though we couldn’t be closer than we were.
Axel reached into the drawer and pulled out a laptop. He dimmed the brightness and navigated to a site with a jumble of letters running across the screen.
“Sleep, honey.”
His order settled over me like a spell, and my eyes dropped shut. Sweet relief.
ELEVEN
I rolled onto my back and focused on the ceiling. Even now, I fought the urge to reach for her. My fingers curled over my stomach, and I dug my knuckles into my abs.
A familiar insistent ache pulsed through my cock and chest. It was the same drive urging me to touch her—no—fuck her.
This should have dissipated after bending her over and sliding my cock into her. She’d taken it like a good fucking girl. Sucking my cock with her tight pussy?—
Fuuuuck.
I dragged my palm over my face.
Wanting her should have gone away after fucking her . . . did that mean there was another reason for this?
As if she could feel the pull of my thoughts, the girl hummed and wiggled deeper into Axel. I gritted my teeth, fighting against the itch to tear into his throat. These thoughts were unacceptable.
I rolled off the bed, and it creaked as my weight lifted. My steps thundered on the wood floor, quick and loud. Like I was running away from the little Omega.
Aggression roiled through my gut. I needed to work my fucking energy off.
Footsteps thud after me.
“You’re out of your fucking mind,” Rath snapped. He’d likely been waiting to speak to me since Axel refused to take her back downstairs. And me . . . I’d said nothing because I wanted her close.
Rath’s tantrums were the last I needed. I wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit.
