Page 2 of Knot My MC
He knew we were staying here. He knows this is my room. This isn’t the first time he’s pulled a stunt like this, but Axel is the Prez and he can do whatever the fuck he wants. Part of me can’t help but wonder if he’s doing this on purpose, that he’s intentionally filling my room with his alpha scent, but he and my dad have been friends for years. He wouldn’t do that, right? Despite being an alpha, Axel hasn’t taken a mate. He always says he’s waiting for the perfect omega.
My throat constricts at the thoughts racing through my head, and I press my lips together, hating that I didn’t think to check before coming in.
“I’m almost finished, Kiki,” he grunts as the sound of his rutting crawls across my skin.
If Dad were here, he’d kill Axel, or try to. He’s downstairs though, and he’d never hear me calling for help. I haven’t told him about the previous times I stumbled upon the alpha fucking someone in the bed I sleep in, but it isn’t unusual to find any member of the MC with their pants down in some random room. Axel could easily explain away why my room reeks of him. He can fuck whoever he wants,whereverhe wants. Hell, he’d probably say he took her in the closest empty room and even I would be tempted to believe him.
Axel being here isn’t happenstance though. Heknew.
“I’ll come back.” I take a step out of the room, averting my gaze to keep from burning my retinas. Axel is like a second dad to me. Why is he fucking her on my bed? Why is he always in my room?
Why don’t I want to acknowledge the obvious answer? Probably because it makes me want to cry and scream all at the same time.
“Come back,” he growls. The alpha command slams into me, and I stumble forward, reentering my room with a choked sob.
He’s never made me stay before.
I shove the tears back. Those are weak, and while I’m stuck bending to his will, I refuse to let him see how much it bothers me. “I don’t want to,” I say, hoping he’ll release me.
“Too bad, close the door and shut up.”
My body moves without my consent.What’s he doing?My forehead lines with confusion, and I stare at the wall above his head, hating him more with each passing second.
Axel glances at me over his shoulder. “Look at me.” My gaze drops to meet his before I can even begin to fight the command. My body won’t listen to me no matter how hard I try to break the hold he has. Axel’s nearly onyx eyes are wild with lust. Bile rises at the sounds filling the room. The scent of his arousal—like oil and tar—makes me want to jam my fingers into my nose to keep from breathing more of it in. The soft beige comforter is covered in their fluids. There’s no way I’m sleeping on that bed.
Anger flushes up my neck and the cinnamon scent of my ire floods the room, mingling with the weaker oleander scent of the beta’s. Her angry stare burns into me, but I can’t pull my eyes from Axel’s, not until he releases me of his command.
“Come closer.”
A whine lodges in my throat. My feet carry me to the edge of the bed. I want to scream at him, but I can’t even whisper, my body stupidly obeying his commands. From experience, I know not all alphas are like this. My alphas won’t be like Axel.Theyaren’t like him, but they’re not here and they’re not really mine.
At least not yet.
“Stay,” he demands.
Rage floods through my veins, but not even my anger can save me from his command. Axel is in charge.
The woman tries to catch his attention, saying something around the gag but Axel doesn’t even spare her a glance. His nostrils flare as he inhales. He moans at my scent, mistaking irritation for arousal—or perhaps he’s merely enjoying my discomfort—and ruts into her faster and faster.
Carnal sounds fill the room, but they’re muted when they reach my ears. I’m here in the room watching, but at the same time, my mind takes me far away, protecting me from the worst of what’s happening.
“So feisty,” Axel says to me with a cruel smirk. “So grown.” Those words cut through the mental fog, stabbing me in the heart. Had he ever cared about me in a way that wasn’t perverse? He fucks her even harder, and I’m forced to watch him come. My body is numb, fingers clenched into fists as Axel groans with his release. When he’s finished, he pulls out of her, grabs his shirt, and prowls toward me.
My spine stiffens, but I can’t move. He stops less than a foot away from me, smirking as he cleans himself with his shirt. I hold his gaze, as commanded, but try my damndest to let him see how much I despise him—how much he repulses me in this very moment.
He simply snickers and holds the shirt out.
I refuse to take it.
His eyebrows draw down, and he shoves the shirt against my chest and grabs my hand, placing it over the fabric. “Keep it.” The cum coating the material wets my skin. Bile rises. His scent is wrong, wrong, wrong.
I don’t like it. I don’t want it on me.
My phone vibrates again, and I hold my breath, hoping to hell Axel doesn’t demand to see the messages. Axel forces me to hold his gaze for a few more seconds, reveling in my dismay, before laughing and stepping back to untie the woman.
“Hell, kid, I’m just teasing you. Get the fuck out of here.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I race out of the room and across the hall, slamming my dad’s door shut and locking it. My fingers dig into the sticky fabric, and I growl softly, pulling it away from my body. It reeks of him, and the longer I hold it, the more it rubs across my skin, the more my stomach revolts. I run into the bathroom and toss the shirt into the trash, barely turning in enough time to vomit into the toilet.
