Page 45 of Knot for Me
“Fuck,” I mutter, drying my hands on the towel. I need to talk to them. They’re going to be mad. Especially after our last discussion where I reiterated that Reagan was off limits.
I grab my phone and send them a message, asking them to meet me in the office. Two minutes later they arrive, glaring at me.
“So we’re fucking Reagan now?” Cory asks, an angry bite to the question. He drops into the chair and leans his arms on his thighs.
“I didn’t intend for that to happen.”
Marco laughs. “So what now? Are we mating her? I thought we agreed we wouldn’t do this again. Isn’t that what we argued about like two days ago?”
“We can’t mate her,” I say. “It didn’t go like you think.”
“No? It sure smells like it went how I’m thinking. Her scent is all over you. Did you shower?” Cory narrows his eyes.
“Of course I showered.” I crack my knuckles.
Marco gives me a look. “So she enjoyed it then? If her scent is this heavy, she obviously had a good time.”
I grimace.
He frowns. “So she didn’t enjoy it?”
“She was taken care of.”
“You make it sound like a chore,” Cory says. He sits back in the chair, putting his ankle on his knee and shaking his foot.
I knew they’d be annoyed.
Scrubbing my hands over my face, I shrug. “It kind of was. Everything was fine until it wasn’t, but by then it was already too late.”
“You knotted her?” Marco scoffs. “Fuck, dude. Did you give her the mate bite too?”
“Of course not.”
He holds up his hands. “Simmer down, Rambo. What was I supposed to think? Why did you knot her?”
“I don’t know.” I look at the stack of papers on my desk, straightening the top piece. “I asked her if she wanted it, she said yes, so I did it.”
“Then what?” Cory glances at Marco. “What happened? You said it was fine until it wasn’t.”
“She wanted to stop. I don’t know, I think she freaked out when she realized how far we got. We were too lost in the moment.”
“Damn, dude.” Marco pinches his eyebrows together. “But you made it right, right?”
I frown. “I tried. She decided to enjoy the moment. I made sure she came and felt good until I finished… but she didn’t want any aftercare. She asked me to leave.”
And that still fucking nags at me. I should have stayed. I should have pulled her into my arms and kissed her neck, told her how good she did. I should have been a good alpha.
“Fuck,” Cory mutters. “Was she mad?”
“That’s the thing… She seemed more sad and upset with herself than she did with me.” I pause, remembering the way she pinched her eyes shut and begged me to leave. It was hard to do as she asked, but the whole situation was already messy. I didn’t want to make it any worse by staying and trying to give her the aftercare omegas usually want and need after a knotting session.
“She’s not a normal omega,” I finally say.
“Obviously.” Marco grins. “She’s so defiant.”
“A brat,” Cory agrees. “What do we do?”
“I think… we should let her go.”
