Page 38 of Knot for Me
“I’ll call Amelie.”
“Thank you,” I say, blowing out a hard breath.
“Reagan?” he asks, staring straight into my eyes. He’s a lot closer than he was before. How did he get so close?
“Yeah?” Why does my voice sound a little breathless?
“You need to let me go.”
Oh. I snap my gaze to where my hand is white knuckled as I hold him tight. I realize I’ve been dragging him toward me and quickly drop his arm.
“Omega stuff.”
“I get it,” he says, being way more understanding than I thought he would be in this situation. “I’m going to leave the room to call Amelie. You good?”
“Yup,” I say, voice filled with false chipper.
He stares at me for a moment, debating whether or not he believes me. I force a smile too, wincing when he narrows his eyes. He doesn’t buy it. Instead of leaving the room, he pulls his phone from the pocket of his grey sweatpants and navigates to Amelie’s number. He puts it on speaker when it starts to ring, holding my gaze the entire time.
“Alpha Lucas, do you need something?” Amelie is ready to do his bidding.
“Reagan needs your help.” His eyes leave mine and flick to the clothes pile. “Bring trash bags.”
“Trash bags? Why would I need—oh. Oh. Is she clearing out the closet? God, I can’t believe you guys didn’t do that before. Pretty inconsiderate if you ask me. You know how omegas get, all territorial and stabby.”
I mean, she’s not wrong.
“Hey, Amelie.”
“Crap. Hey, Reagan. Am I on speaker?”
“Yup,” I say with a smile. “For the record, I agree with you. It was pretty rude.”
Lucas’ head rears back in surprise. “I literally made the decision to buy you that day. I didn’t exactly plan on going out and buying an omega. I honestly didn’t even remember there were clothes in here. They’re not important.”
Amelie gasps over the phone, and he scowls at it. “You could have at least checked the room before putting her in there.”
Solid point. I think I really like Amelie.
“Don’t take forever.” He hangs up on her, pocketing the device and crossing his arms.
“Why did you buy me?” I ask, hoping he’ll give me the real answer.
“Because,” he begins then pauses. “It doesn’t matter.”
“It does. If you didn’t plan on buying an omega, why did you go to the auctions?” My heart flutters, but I try to quiet the silly organ.
“I told you. Melvin—”
“You didn’t even know he was going to be there.” I step toward him, tipping my head to maintain eye contact. “Tell me why.”
He leans toward me. “You forget who the alpha is, Reagan. I don’t have to tell you shit.” His focus drops to my lips for a second before he spins on his heel and struts out of the room.
“Asshole,” I yell after him, knowing I shouldn’t antagonize him.
With a rough growl, he turns and rushes toward me. I stumble back, scrambling away, but I back into the shoe shelves. Lucas is on me in a second. He grabs my hands and wrenches them over my head, pinning me in place with his hips.
“Don’t insult me.” His voice is deep and husky. His body strong and muscled. His heat wraps around me, inviting me in. His scent is… aroused. Underneath the earthy, masculine scents is a tang of arousal.
