Page 54 of Knot Enough
I reversed from my hiding spot and followed behind her at a distance. I knew who she was right away. Valerie’s baby sister. The one she hated so much she wanted her dead the moment people started comparing them. I tilted my head as I hungrily took her in. Now that I’d seen her,I get it.The woman I killed for was beautiful. She checked all the boxes an Omega should be, well, almost everything. She was made for breeding, came in a tiny package, and was well-versed in the art of getting an Alpha to eat out of her hand. My unique needs were met, and that’s all I cared about. The one thing she didn’t have was what made a pack fit–a fucking heart, not that it ever bothered me. Likerecognizes like. Whatever pack she tied down would be doomed, and up to this fucking point, I thought that included me.
But this woman?
My throat dried as I rearranged my cock. She was out of this world. Valerie had nothing on her. No one, and I mean no Omega, would compare. She was flawless. . . even as she limped. Light radiated from her. She was almost too good to touch–but that wouldn’t stop me. I wanted to sink my fangs into her curves. She had golden brown skin that made my mouth water. I was caught between the urge to fall to my knees and the need to taste every inch of her skin.
Would she be sweet or salty?I had a hunch she’d be the latter. There was something else, much deeper, that called to me. A fierceness in her gaze that was so unlike an Omega. Even Valerie, with all her hate and attitude, claimed to be the victim.
This woman was a Goddess. One I needed to worship.
I didn’t mean to, but I kept comparing her to Valerie, who paled in comparison. She had meat on her bones, and I was an ass ma—fuck! The car swerved off the road as she bent over, and all the blood rushed to my cock. When I straightened out, I brought my fist to my mouth and bit. She had an ass, and a lot of it. Before I could wrap my hand around my pulsing cock, she straightened and was off again. And I trailed behind at a safe distance like a lovesick puppy.
I needed to make her mine.
How would she handle my. . . needs?
I pulled to a stop and got out to follow her on foot. She walked until she couldn’t, her pace turned gingerly, her gait off. I wanted to drag her into my car and take her home, but there were too many witnesses around. Besides,ifshe was injured, it would force her to depend on me. I hid in the shadows as she peeked over her shoulder. Holding my breath, I froze as her gaze stalled in my direction. My mouth went dry, heart pounding inmy chest. I only relaxed when she looked away and continued into the woods. The grin curling my lips sent a little boy crying, clutching his mother’s skirt. I bared my teeth. He was bawling now. His mom glanced at me nervously and rushed away.
Good. She needed to take him home–it was fucking late.
Quickly, I followed after the little runaway. . .
My steps quickened only because I knew this route led to a cliff. If I were a gentleman, I’d tell her to stop–but I wasn’t. I’d take any opportunity to make myself look good in her eyes–including waiting to see if she’d trip, just so I could be the one to save her.
Buried instincts told me to alert her of my presence so she’d run. The primal need to watch her sliced feet pad against the ground as I hunted her down pulsed in my veins.
Knowing I’d eventually catch her made it fucking hard to ignore.
Did she know where this led?
Or do her instincts tell her she’s being followed?
Maybe she has a thing for danger?
If I hadn’t seen her fall like an angel damned to hell, she’d be out here alone. That pisses me off.
An uncomfortable feeling bloomed in my gut as images of someone else in my place, following her, invaded my thoughts.
Thankfully, the curious little thing stepped out of the forest and into the night sky. When her eyes glided over where I stood, rock still, I noted a hint of uncertainty. If not for that, I would’ve thought I’d been caught. But she turned and stopped dangerously close to sudden death, staring over the cliff’s edge. What was going on in that pretty head of hers?
The moonlight illuminated her silhouette, and I wanted to run my hands over every inch of her curves.
She’s beautiful.
Maybe, deep down, she wanted to be followed. Chased through the woods. Shoved to the ground.
She took a deep breath, her shoulders rising with the effort as she took in her surroundings. Her head flicked left, then right, scanning the dark. When she’d confirmed no one was watching her, her body shook. Tension rolled off her in waves, and I shifted to catch a glimpse of her profile.
I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Utter devastation and desperation.
What made you so sad, runaway?
Pushing off the bench, she lifted her hand and tore at her chest, her shoulders hunching and releasing, as she drew in breath, and screamed.
The angry sound pierced the night sky, and my brows flew up in surprise. It wasn’t until she cursed Rath and his ugly mug specifically that I had to muffle a laugh.
Oh, I like you.
If I hadn’t been so fucking excited, I might’ve felt bad for her. What would it be like to talk to her? The thought of her just looking at me had every muscle in my body tensing. I had never wanted to talk to a victim before, but even I knew she wasn’t like the others. That’s where I’d succeeded, where her pack had no idea what they’d lost.
