Page 10 of Knot for Me
A deep rumbling builds in Lucas’ chest. The sound shouldn’t be so damn sexy. The two guys come to stand at his side, both eyeing me with curiosity, likely wondering who the hell I think I am. Since I don’t want to seem weak and afraid, I clear my throat and walk over to them, holding out my wrist.
“Fine. Let’sget it over with,” I say, scowling at all of them. At this rate, I’m going to need Botox at twenty-five.
Quicker than I can track, Lucas knocks aside my hand and grabs my hips, pressing my body against his. He digs his fingers into my hair and wrenches my head aside. His hold is firm yet surprisingly gentle given the way he’s manhandling me. His nose drops to my neck, and he inhales. My core clenches, and I whimper, despite my adamance that I hate these guys.
“Not there,” I beg, shoving off his chest. That’s the place where alphas mark their omegas when they knot and become mates. This is a simple pack bond. He can bite me in other places.
“Say please,” he taunts, setting his teeth on my skin.
I shudder against him, rubbing my thighs together to ease the growing ache between them. My panties are soaked, and when Lucas stiffens entirely, body going preternaturally still, I suck in a small breath. Pheromones slap me in the face, betraying me and letting Lucas know how much I’m enjoying this. The hand on my hip tightens; his fingers dig into my skin hard enough to smash me against him even harder. His cock digs into me, and I bite my cheek to keep from grinding against it. His scent is strong too. He’s as turned on as I am.
I bet he knows how to give it to an omega.
“Lucas,” I whisper, an obvious plea in my voice.
His teeth dig into my throat, threatening to mark me, but the next second, he lets go of my hair and grabs my arm, biting my wrist instead. My heart falls—the idiot organ—but my body sags with relief. Alphas also have natural instincts when it comes to omegas. They may use the Compatibility Ceremony to find one, but that doesn’t mean packs without an omega aren’t driven mad whenever they come across one that isn’t claimed.
The bite isn’t a mating bite. It’s merely a bite to tie me to the pack, making sure everyone knows I belong to Pack Bullet. It’ll give me some protection but not as much as a mating mark would.
Lucas gently shoves me away, storming out of the building.
“Hey, I’m Marco.” The other alpha with green eyes, bronze skin, and messy black hair steps forward. His alpha energy is almost as powerful as Lucas’, but not quite. He bends at the waist, bowing to me as he grabs my wrist and drops his mouth to my skin. Before he bites me, he takes a sharp inhale of the pheromones floating around the room, groaning in frustration before he quickly marks me right above where Lucas did.
He lifts his gaze to look at me, eyes burning with curiosity. “Welcome to our pack.”
The last guy, an alpha with brown hair tied up in a bun, takes his place. “I’m Cory,” he says without meeting my gaze. He marks me quickly, almost coldly, and steps away. “Let’s go.”
Leaving Marco and me standing alone in the warehouse, Cory exits the same door Lucas had. I watch him go, eyebrows pinching together as I try to figure out how the hell to get out of this situation. The bond is settling in, flowing into my bloodstream and ensuring that these alphas will be able to command me. Tethering me to them.
I want to make them mine. I know that my omega instincts are driving that need. I’m stronger than those urges. I have to be. I refuse to be their good omega. I’m also not kidding when I say I refuse to have kids and anything happening between us would only result in heartache and probably getting myself shunned once I fail to deliver heirs.
“Ready?” Marco asks, voice too kind for someone who owns me.
Pulling my gaze from the door, I study his smiling face. His green eyes are nothing but kind. He seems harmless, but I have no doubt he’s the one I’m going to have to worry about. He’s already edging closer, his alpha instincts pulling him toward me without him realizing it.
“Yeah,” I say, voice hoarse and scratchy. I strut out of the warehouse, pretending to be more confident than I feel.
I’m a slave to three royally delicious alphas.
My body heats at the thought of sleeping in the same house as them. I bite my cheek hard enough to draw blood and hope the pain will be enough to remind my body that we are off limits to these guys.
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LUCAS
Reagan protests too much. We’re only five minutes into the ride, and I already want to kick her out of the car. There’s something about her though. From the moment she screamed at me, I knew I had to have her. Our pack declined an omega, but we may have screwed up by buying her. Her arousal still lingers in the air, making the car a suffocating prison of desire and need.
We all agreed to bidding higher than that dickwad, Melvin. He’s a royal, but his status is hardly above the other alphas. His bloodline is weak, but it’s pure so he’s still a royal no matter how much I might despise him.
I’m a fucking idiot. I let my instincts take over. Hell, I almost tried to fuck her in that warehouse just to see if she’d let me. She wanted it. She hates that. I saw it in the way she scowled at us.
“—really want a maid?”
I catch the tail end of her question. “We suck at cleaning.” I turn in the passenger seat to look at her.
“You’d probably be better off hiring a real maid,” she says, chewing on her bottom lip.
Marco laughs from the driver’s seat. “We have a maid.”
