Knot a Good Idea (Bittersweet Omegas #4)

Chapter 21

21

LIAM

I almost forgot how beautiful she is.

I mean, I had her image in my mind since I last saw her, but it pales in comparison to seeing her in real life.

And she’s moving in with us .

We’ll be sharing the same roof for the next few weeks, and I’m so excited my heart won’t stop racing in a good way.

April is…everything.

She’s lovely, she’s smart, she’s funny, and she even senses when my anxiety is high.

Her scent grounds me, and I want to be around her at all times.

Even her mother likes me.

I’m just…so…fucking happy .

After this contract, after the wedding, after all the stupid events we have to attend, I’ll do everything I can to remain in her life.

If she wants me only as a friend, it’ll kill me, but I’ll be the best damn friend she’s ever had.

There’s no possible way I’m letting her out of my life after this.

When she walks out the front door, her duffle bag on her shoulder and rolling her suitcase, I immediately grab them and help her.

“I can’t believe you drove three hours to get here,” she grumbles. “You shouldn’t do that, Liam.”

“I don’t mind the drive,” I tell her honestly. “Besides, if it means I get to you, the trip’s worth it.”

She chuckles and rolls her eyes. “Stop being so sweet,” she says. “You don’t need to say all those things just to win me over.”

“But that’s the thing,” I say as I place her suitcase and bag in the trunk, “there’s more I want to say, but I’m afraid it’ll be too much for you. In fact, I’m trying not to tell you everything I’m feeling.”

I have a tendency to overshare, especially when my emotions are involved.

When I turn around, she’s in front of me, looking up at me with her wide, soulful eyes.

The wind blows slightly, and her scent wafts around me, sweet and honeyed.

Fuck.

I could live off that for the rest of my life.

Ever since I’ve tasted her, I’ve wanted more.

I’ve come with my hand around my cock too many times to count, thinking only of April and her scent.

“Hey,” she says softly. “As long as you’re being genuine, you won’t be too much for me.”

My smile falls slightly.

“I’m not sure about that,” I murmur. “But thank you.”

I wish it were true.

But I’ve been called too emotional my whole life.

I’ve felt things too intensely, and it’s been made very clear to me that it’s not normal, especially not for an Alpha.

The anxiety doesn’t help, either.

At my expression, she frowns. “Hey.” She reaches out, and her delicate fingers trace my lips. “Don’t do that. I mean it. My best friend feels a lot of things at once, too. It’s okay.”

I grab her hand and press my lips to her fingers. “Thank you,” I tell her. I lean against the driver’s side of the car, not wanting to stop touching her.

I could stay in the driveway forever, just holding hands and breathing in her scent.

But she tilts her head, appearing slightly confused.

“I don’t understand,” she says finally.

“Understand what?” I’m floating in a haze made of nothing but vanilla and cinnamon.

“How you make me feel this way,” she whispers. “I’ve been through a lot, and for a long time, the last thing I wanted to do was feel. But you make me want to do it again.”

Before I can respond, she stands on her tiptoes and kisses me.

It’s a sweet, gentle kiss, and I relax into it, exhaling against her mouth.

She’s just as sweet as I remembered. Delicious, mouthwatering, and perfect.

My inner Alpha is desperate for attention, longing to break free of his restraint and have her all to himself.

My cock stirs as April whimpers in my mouth, and I pull away from her reluctantly.

“We have to go,” I whisper, chuckling against her lips. “I’ll kiss you anywhere you want, but let’s get out of the driveway first.”

“Good idea,” she breathes, laughing as well. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait, though.”

I recognize the syrupy scent of her slick. I had scented it faintly that night at the gala, but now it’s almost overpowering.

Fuck.

I don’t know how much longer I can wait, either.

Apparently, I can’t hold on long.

I keep my hand on her knee as I drive us out of Isleton and through the hour of trees and hills, all the while her scent torments me.

It’s growing sweeter by the second.

She shifts in the seat, crossing her legs and huffing.

“Are you okay?” I ask carefully, my voice gruff.

The car traps both of our scents in, my earthiness mixing with her sugary aroma.

I grip the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white while I keep my eyes straight ahead.

“No,” she breathes. “No, I’m not.”

I immediately go into panic mode, worried something is seriously wrong.

Is she hurt?

Did I do something to upset her?

“Can I do anything to help?” I run my fingers gently over her knee while my other hand holds on to the steering wheel for dear life.

“Yes,” she breathes. “You can pull over at that rest stop.”

Is she going to be sick?

Guilt washes over me, and I’m convinced I’ve done something wrong.

You fucked up. You’re too much for her.

She doesn’t want to see you; she kissed you out of pity.

This isn’t real to her; it shouldn’t be real to you.

But I make it to the freeway exit in record time, grateful it’s one of the nicer places to stop.

It’s just us in the parking lot, and once I stop the car, she looks at me, her eyes glassy.

“What can I do?” I ask, panicked. “Do you need me to walk you to the bathroom? I can get you water from the vending machine?—”

“Liam,” she exhales, shaking her head. “Stop.”

I look at her, my stomach in knots.

Alarm bells are going off in my mind, and I’m fucking terrified she hates me now?—

“I need you to make me come,” she pants.

Oh.

Oh.

And reality crashes down on me.

Her panting, her flushed face, and glassy eyes…

“Anything you want,” I whisper, and reach over to unbuckle her seatbelt after unbuckling mine. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, pressing my lips to hers firmly.

This kiss isn’t gentle like the one we share in her driveway. This one is frenzied and desperate, and she pulls me by the collar of my sweater so she can explore my mouth thoroughly.

It’s better than kissing her at the gala.

There’s no time constraint this time.

There’s no worry of getting caught.

There’s just April’s mouth and her sweet moans of desperation as I suck on her lips and tongue.

When I finally pull away from her, her mouth is swollen, and her breathing comes in short pants.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” I whisper. “There is nothing more I’d love to do than make you come.”

She pulls me toward her again, kissing down my neck and growling into my skin.

Holy shit.

“Fuck,” I groan, running my fingers through her hair. “Baby, we got to get you into the backseat. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Stop making me wait,” she moans. “Liam, don’t make me beg, don’t. ”

I kiss her once last time before pulling away. “You never have to beg for anything with me,” I promise. “Say the word and it’s yours.”

Anything she’d ask of me; I’d do for her.

I’d ruin Axton .

I’d burn the pack house to the ground.

I’d drive my car off a cliff, I don’t care , as long as I can keep breathing her in and tasting her on my tongue.

But I reluctantly pull away from her and open the driver’s door, stepping out of the car to open the passenger door.

“Come on, baby,” I groan, helping her out. “Let’s get you in the back.”

I’ve never been so grateful to have bought a spacious car.

It’s a fully electric SUV, and while Hunter makes fun of me for having it, I personally enjoy having an eco-friendly car.

My sound system is just as good as his, anyway.

I kiss April again, unable to wait until we’re in the backseat. I kick the passenger door closed and push her against it while she thrusts against me, rubbing against my denim-covered cock.

Fuck.

I press my knee in between her legs, and she parts them, revealing a damp spot on her jeans.

Double fuck.

“Grind against me, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Take all that frustration out.”

Make Omega come.

“Liam,” she breathes as she thrusts against my knee. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, and I assault her throat, my tongue finding her sensitive mating gland.

I treat it like her clit. I flick it, suck it, and swirl it with my tongue until she gasps and clutches at my shoulders.

The moment she starts to come, her scent changes.

The air is charged with honey, cinnamon, and warm vanilla. She chokes out her release, little cries leaving her throat and echoing in the night air.

“Yes,” I hiss. “Come all over me, you’re so beautiful…”

Her cries turn into a scream of pleasure, and she loses her footing. I catch her as she starts to slide down the car, pulling her into my arms and placing her into the backseat. She sprawls out on the black leather and lies on her back, looking up at me with wide, startled eyes.

“It hasn’t been like this,” she rasps, her chest heaving. “I’m sorry it’s so intense…”

“Listen to me,” I growl as I shut the back door and lean over her. “Never apologize to me, especially for something like that. I plan on making you come until you’re incoherent, sweetheart. This is only the beginning.”

She smiles at me and sighs. “Well, you’re at two so far,” she breathes. “I expect at least double digits.”

No longer held back by fear, my inner Alpha takes over.

Challenge accepted.