Page 43 of Knot for Me
“I’m going to be honest, I’m so confused right now. It smells like sex, like best sex of my life sex, and you look really depressed. Did he die or something?”
I laugh and shake my head. “He’s alive.” Unfortunately. How am I supposed to face Lucas now? After I panicked and made it awkward? After he gave me a million orgasms and made me realize I don’thatebeing knotted. I hate all the things that come with the knot, but I’m already contemplating how to be knotted again without falling into the omega trap.
An omega who can hit it and quit it? Maybe I’ll be the first to escape the allure of alphas.
“Hm. I have a lot of questions, but I can tell you’re processing whatever this fuck fest was… so”—she grabs the box and holds it out—“I was told we had trash to take out.”
So she must have seen him. She has to know he’s the one. He would have smelled like me and this room smells like him. His scent hangs in the air, reminding me of how he made me lose control and feel things I never thought I’d feel.
He must have magic.
It’s the only explanation.
Deny, deny, deny. That’s how I’ll keep myself out of the omega trap.
“Come on,” I say, standing from the bed. “Emily had a lot of clothes.”
Amelie chuckles. “She had so many suitcases.”
I clench my teeth and try not to be jealous of the fact that Amelie seemed to like her. I’m not competing with a dead woman. I’m not competing with a dead woman. Maybe if I say it enough, I’ll start to believe it.
Bracing myself for her scent, I lead the beta into the closet and breathe through my mouth so I don’t have to torture myself with more thoughts of Emily.
“Holy crap, it reeks in here.”
“I know,” I groan. “Her scent is so strong.”
“No, babe. That’s all you.”
I snap my head in Amelie’s direction, rolling my eyes at how she’s pinching her nose. It can’t bethatbad. Deciding to be brave, I inhale deeply, my eyes widening when I realize Amelie’s right. There’s no trace of Emily. All I can smell is my pheromones and Lucas. I eye the pile of clothes. We did just have sex on top of them.
A small smile tugs at my lips. We masked her scent together.
No. Bad Reagan. We’re not getting excited about doing things with Lucas. We’re not doing things with Lucas. No things. Things are dangerous.
“Oh my God, you’re killing me. So the sex was good?” Amelie shakes out a trash bag, waggling her eyes at me. I take it from her and clean up the first layer so she doesn’t have to touch the mess Lucas and I made. “I remember the first time I hooked up with my mate before we were mates. I had that dopey grin too.” She smiles to herself. “Jeff does this thing with his hips.” She releases a dreamy sigh. “Anyway, I know what you’re feeling. It’s overwhelming, but totally worth it.”
“Lucas is not my mate.”
She nods. “Right, you’ll have all three of course. If I weren’t so in love with Jeff, I’d hate you for getting three mates.”
Amelie starts picking up clothes now that I finished getting rid of the sticky ones.
“None of them are my mates. This was an accident. A one-time thing. Besides, they’re royal alphas. They can’t mate with a maid.”
“Please, you and I both know you’re not a maid. Omegas like cleaning.”
“Yeah, but they paid for me to be their maid. We weren’t matched. Eventually these guys are going to get a new match and find an omega who can give them what they want.”
“Why can’t you give them that?” she asks, forehead wrinkling. “You and Lucas obviously have chemistry.”
“Lucas and I can’t stand each other.”
She lifts an eyebrow at me. I glance away.
“It’s true. Angry sex can be fun.” Though once we started having sex, it wasn’t exactly angry. And he was really sweet to me. “Besides, I don’t want kids. That’s a deal breaker.”
“I’ve never heard them talk about wanting kids.”
