Page 103 of Knot My MC
“Yes,” I breathe. “But there’s something else.” I pause. What else could there be? Something big enough to stave him off.
“Spit it out, Kiki.”
Why this alpha thinks any omega would come running back into his arms is beyond me.
“They were making plans to hit the clubhouse, to pay you back for hitting the Hell Hounds’.”
His head rears back. “What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t do that.”
“You didn’t? I thought you were coming to save me.” If he didn’t do it, who did?
Is he purposefully trying to throw me off?
“I wish I would have thought of that.” He lifts a shoulder and clenches his jaw. “I’m actually a little pissed I didn’t.”
“You have to tell them, Axel.” I grab his vest and pull him closer. “I heard them talking about it when they thought I was asleep, and they’re going to hit the clubhouse today.”
He peels my hands off him. “Relax, Kiki. Wrecker MC isn’t so easily hurt. The Hell Hounds have a lot to learn if they’re hurt by a little bombing.”
Yeah, Kiki. It’s only a bombing, Kiki. What are you so worried about?
I tuck away my anger. “Please, will you at least warn them? If you’re not there to protect them, I’m not sure they’ll survive the attack. There might be bombs. They need their Prez to get through this. You’re the only one who knows what to do. Please, Axel.” I grip his vest a little tighter and tug him toward me.
“Relax, sweetheart.” He glances around the empty field. “All right. I’ll call them, but once that’s done, you’re mine.”
Going on my toes, I press a hard kiss to his lips and quickly drop back down before I succumb to the urge to vomit. “Hurry.”
He smirks and cups my left breast. “You’ll take my knot like a good little bitch.”
Ugh. I don’t mind a little degradation but coming from him it’s so wrong.
“Anything you want.” My voice comes out husky. “Anything,” I say again.
His features darken, and he steps back, dropping his hold on my tit and lighting a cigarette before he makes the call. He walks away, and I keep a hopeful look on my face, keeping my eyes a little wider than normal. The roar of vehicles from the main road fills the space between us. Axel turns his back to the road.
“It’s me. We have a problem.”
A motorcycle engine roars by and Axel whips around. I dash to the tree and hide, peeking around the trunk. As planned, the guys don’t come down 214 on their bikes.
“Relax.”
I don’t know if he’s talking to me or himself.
“Yeah, I’m here,” he says into the phone. “A little bird told me the dogs are planning to hit our clubhouse. Apparently those dumb fucks think we’re responsible for their spot getting hit.” He snickers. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He scans the road once more before turning away from me. I focus on his whispered words and block out everything else. “Listen, I have Kiren’s girl with me. No, she’s not with them. I know what you think, but you’re wrong. She came back to me for help.” He grabs his crotch, adjusting himself.
There’s a long pause on his end. Whoever he is talking to has a lot to say.
“No. Shut the fuck up. You’re not the fucking Prez, and if I say she’s mine, she is, you dumb piece of shit.”
My upper lip curls. Axel is such a prick.
“Forget about the broad, man. Do you hear what I’m telling you? The little puppies are going to strike today. Sweep the lot. Check for bombs.” He glances back at me. “I have an omega to claim.”
True fear roots me to the spot. Like hell he will. Dread courses through me. The guys will be here. They have to be here. He says a few more curt words to whoever he’s talking to before hanging up and tossing his phone in the direction of his bike. His chest puffs up as he marches toward me with stark determination. I keep my gaze on him, not wanting to give away the plan. My face remains open and sweet, but inside my stomach revolts, and I have to fight to stay calm. I reach for him, and he roughly grabs my palms, jerking me against his body. I release a little yelp of surprise, and he smirks.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”
“How long?” I ask, licking my lips as his face lowers toward mine. His eyes drop to the movement.
