Page 29 of Knot for Me
“Oh, so we’re back to scare tactics. Great.” I put my hands on my hips and tip my chin up. His gaze flicks down my body, lingering on my chest. I glance down and see my nipples are standing at attention and thanks to my still wet hair, the shirt is molded to my tits.
He steps toward me. A shiver of excitement races up my spine when he doesn’t look away from my body. Reaching for me, his hand grabs the back of my neck, and he drags me closer, leaning his head down to look me right in the eye.
“You seem to forget who is in charge here.” His cheek brushes against mine, the stubble tickling my skin as his lips find my ear. My core clenches, aching for his cock. “See how desperate you are for me? Your scent is ripe with need. Are you wet for me?”
I bite back a whimper, grinding my teeth to keep from pressing against him. I have to be stronger than him. He’s toying with me.
“You’re playing with fire, and youwillget burned.” He bites the lobe of my ear, and I gasp in surprise, body heating with lust and a fuck ton of hate. He shouldn’t make me feel this way. “Now go put some fucking clothes on.” His voice cracks with so much command I drop my head, cowering a little. “What are you waiting for?” he asks, sounding angry as he pulls back to glare at me.
I wince a little. The omega side of me doesn’t want to be the reason he’s mad even though the logical side of me is telling me to knee him in the nuts.
“You’re still holding me,” I whisper, looking over his shoulder and avoiding his gaze. Shame colors my cheeks scarlet, and I don’t want to see the smug satisfaction on his face when he sees how much he embarrassed me.
His hand drops from my skin like it’s on fire, and he huffs in frustration. “Go.”
This time I do. There’s no denying that command. I clench my hands at my sides once I get in my room, pacing around and cursing Lucas.
That fucking bastard.
Omegas are meant to obey, or did you forget that again?
I pinch my eyes shut, pushing away childhood memories. They can’t hurt me. Remembering the technique my counselor taught me, I take a few slow breaths to calm down. My hands are shaking when I flip my suitcase open to find a bra and a new shirt, but I don’t feel like screaming anymore. I’d call that progress. By the time I’m changed and make it down to the dining room, the guys are already sitting. Lucas is at the head of the table, but I ignore him and take the seat across from Marco. Cory is sitting across from Lucas, and his knowing gaze flicks between the two of us.
“Everything okay?” he asks, pinning Lucas with a questioning look.
“Great. Let’s eat.”
Cory frowns but nods. “Go ahead, Reagan.”
The food smells delicious, and I’m not in the mood to argue that he should be the one to go first. I stand and lean over the table to grab the spatula, picking up my plate and scooping up a decent-sized portion of lasagna for myself.
“Good fucking grief,” Cory mutters.
I pause mid garlic bread grab and glare at him. I swear if he’s shaming me for how much I’m about to eat, I’m going to smack him in the face with this plate. His eyes aren’t on the food. They’re on my ass.
“It’s like living with a bunch of fucking teenagers,” I mumble, shaking my head and grabbing two slices of toasty garlic bread.
Marco laughs. “You’ll get used to it.”
“You’re worse than both of them.” I sit, smiling when I notice the full glass of wine. “Come to Mama.”
“Me?” Marco grabs his serving, lifting an eyebrow. “I’m hilarious.”
I swallow my wine and watch as Cory grabs his food, waiting until he sits and Lucas rises before I respond to Marco.
“Yeah until a woman starts talking about cum and you forget your sense of humor.”
Lucas drops his plate, and I chuckle. I knew he’d freak out. Payback is a bitch.
“You said you loved the taste. Excuse me for being shocked.”
“I’d say you were more than a little shocked.” I lean forward, grinning at him. He’s beet red with embarrassment now.
“No cum talk at the dinner table,” Cory scolds me and Marco. “That’s something I never thought I’d have to say.” Cory rolls his eyes.
“She started it,” Marco defends like a child.
“Enough,” Lucas shouts. “Eat the fucking food.”
