Knot Her Shot (MVP: Most Valuable Pack Book 2)

Chapter 31

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thirty-one

Damon’s snoressound almost exactly like his purr.

After he finished shaking the foundation of my universe with his mouth, we cleaned up, and he bundled me into his arms and carried me to the guest room before promptly passing out.

I can’t really blame him. He caught me in the hallway after three hours of conditioning and then gave each of us multiple orgasms. For some reason, though, my Omega is still on edge.

Okay, that was a lie.

Of course I know the reason.

Smith saw us.

He saw everything. And, if I’m not mistaken, I believe he had my missing panties wedged in his fist when he stalked off.

I’m not sure if that makes me want to preen or scream. My insane Omega loves that he wants us so badly that he can’t resist taking a token. But the rest of me is hurt by the fact that he disapproves of me enough to even try to resist his Alpha in the first place.

Tiptoeing out of the bedroom, I pretend I’m just venturing out to look for those underwear. Surely, he didn’t really take them.

Right?

I know what I saw, but somehow I can’t believe it until I’m standing in the dark, silent hallway, staring at the blank floor.

They really are gone.

Damon’s snores are still audible out here, along with low music coming from Cassian’s room. He probably put that on earlier to give Damon and I some semblance of privacy. When I creep down that side of the hallway and peer into Cass’s room, I find him asleep, sprawled on his too-small double bed with a book on the pillow next to his face.

With a small smile, I turn off his lights, pull his door shut, and start to turn back toward my half of the upstairs.

But a deep, feral snarl stops me cold.

What—

Unless some other alpha or a wild animal got in the house, it has to be Smith. Neither of the other scenarios seem likely, especially since I personally oversaw the installation of a new security system two days ago.

“S-Smith?” I squeak.

Another roar replies. A full-body shiver moves over me, peaking my nipples and sending a wet trickle down my thighs.

Seriously?!I think at my Omega. What is wrong with you?

She gives me a hard shove toward Smith’s bedroom—the double doors opposite the locked-up Omega Suite. Bitch, get in there!

I stumble forward, drawing closer just in time to catch a low, pained moan. The sound is softer than his usual voice; and something about that instantly makes me wetter.

Honeyed perfume swirls off of me while I press my ear against the door—and it opens.

I never curse. Not even in my own head.

But…

Fuck.

I am goingto be homeless before the sun comes up, aren’t I?

Judging by the way Smith’s furious, dark eyes burn into my face? I should really go pack.

“Omega.”

He speaks, but the voice isn’t his. There’s no clipped formality or dry edge of disapproval. Instead, it’s quiet, layered with something rougher. Wild.

He’s also entirely naked.

Just… so naked.

Sprawled in an armchair off to the side of the cavernous room, the pack alpha is barely visible, save for some moonbeams and a slice of light coming from what must be his ensuite bathroom.

The glow of it is enough for me to see the way his brows furrow. His wide, white chest, heaving. And the unhinged look in his eye.

There are other things to see, of course. But I don’t let myself look, spinning around with an eek and throwing my hand over my eyes.

“I’m so sorry,” I babble, reverting to habits from work. “Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. I heard a noise and I?—”

His growl is low and long. The sort of sound a tiger would make from the shadows as it stalks its prey. “Say that again.”

Every hair on my body stands on end. I try to breathe, but the air is absolutely saturated with his rich bitterness. It spirals down into my lungs, but only leaves my chest tighter. My answer comes as another squeak.

“I heard?—”

“No.” His cool command is back, the rougher tone an undercurrent that makes my toes curl into his plush cream carpet. “The first part. What you call me.”

I realize what he means, nearly gasping. “…Sir?”

He shifts. Another low, tortured moan slips out of him. Then he bites out a hiss. “You need to leave. I can’t stay in control if you’re in here.”

The subtle emphasis implies that he was already fighting some urge back before I interrupted. But what could it be? And why? He doesn’t like me.

But his Alpha does, my Omega sing-songs.

This fluffing slut. She’s going to get both of us kicked to the curb! Or, you know, mauled.

Should I run? Or will that make it worse?

My mind races, trying my best to recall everything I’ve ever studied about alphas and ruts.

Running would definitely be stupid. Alphas are programmed to chase. If I act like a scared rabbit, he’ll turn into a rabid wolf.

The smartest thing to do, of course, is to give in. Smith is on rut-blockers. If I let him think he’s getting what he wants, he may be able to settle his Alpha down long enough to override him.

His baser urges won’t let up until he has my supplication. My knees shake, a tremor of answering desire from my Omega weakening them.

I decide to go with it. After all, she knows this alpha better than I know this man. She was the one who recognized him when I didn’t.

The second my knees hit the ground, another snarl rips out of him. I watch him grit his teeth and try to hold in his bark. He fails. The command hits me like a dart.

“Crawl to me.”

My belly flips. Slick bathes the apex of my thighs. With nothing to soak into, it slips down my legs and smears as I follow the alpha’s order, crawling from the double doors to his throne.

Because, at the moment, that’s exactly what it is—a throne for a hedonistic king.

Dominance pours off him. Savage energy that somehow melds perfectly with his coiffed hair and flawless body, making for a regal sort of rawness.

The Smith I know is cool and unyielding—like steel—I know he’s there, holding everything up, weighty enough to crush me, but he doesn’t fascinate me.

Like this, though? He’s captivating.

Bold and wild and dark, with just a razor-thin edge of polish.

Black eyes glint as I sway to a stop. Panting, I sit back on my heels and keep my head bent, avoiding eye contact. His Alpha likely wouldn’t see me as a challenge, but I don’t want to rile him any more than I already have.

His hot, heavy hand lands on my curls, slowly sifting through them in a gesture that almost feels absent. “Mmm,” he rumbles in the layered voice, cool over rough. “Is the rest of you this soft?”

I know what he’s really asking. And what he wants to hear. Every instinct preens as I tilt my head to the side, letting the moonlight from the windows behind him illuminate my blank throat as I sweep my lashes over my gaze.

“Yes, Sir.”

His fingers flex, snapping up a handful of my hair and pulling tightly. I’m afraid to provoke him, but thrilled that I can. The combination of pride and lust primes my body in a way I’ve never experienced before.

And I… like it.

More wetness seeps out of me. I whine, restlessly rising onto my knees to scoot closer to him. The new angle changes the way the light hits him, allowing me to see everything the shadows hid before.

Like his long, thick cock. The huge knot swollen at its base.

And my missing panties, wrapped around it.

I expect some sort of embarrassment when I finally tear my gaze up to his. Instead, I find him watching intently, eyes ablaze.

“Did you lose something, little petal?”

A quiet gasp sinks into my lungs and evaporates, leaving his warmth behind. “Yes, Sir.”

Smith bites his bottom lip as he groans, bringing his free hand to his knot and stroking the silky fabric down his length. All traces of teasing leave his expression as his Alpha briefly edges over his control.

Smith gnashes his teeth, his sculpted lips pulling into a snarl. He fights back another bark. Barely keeping the sting out of his tone, he orders, “Give me your slick.”

I don’t know what he means until his fist tightens in my hair pulling me closer. And I obey because…

I want to.

Despite everything, I really want to.

Shaking, I reach between my thighs to gather the wetness there and bring my hand between his legs. He spreads his powerful quads, the muscles flexing as I wrap my palm over his flushed cock and leave my essence behind.

Smith gives another soft sound that goes straight to my stupid, battered heart. My chest cramps while my stomach squirms, wanting more.

Scenting my perfume, some of the tension leaves his posture. The fingers in my hair relax slightly. When I look back up at him, he’s someone I recognize again. Dark eyes drop to my lips.

“Fuck, I want your mouth.”

No, he doesn’t. Because he doesn’t like me, and he’ll remember that as soon as he’s done. Plus, I’ve never gone down on anyone before. I’m sure I’ll be terrible my first time.

If it were Cassian—or even Damon—I might be brave enough to go for it. But this is the pack alpha. I’m deathly afraid of being anything less than perfect around him.

My scent darkens with shame. Smith’s thick brows press low again. Before he can ask, I admit, “I don’t know how, Sir.”

For one breathless moment, he’s entirely still. When I dare to glance up at his face ,there’s conflict in his eyes. The calm dark and flashes of wild light, flickering back and forth in his irises.

When he speaks, it’s the double voice that gives me delicious chills. “Would you like to learn?”

The offer is surprisingly kind. And the way his fingertips begin massaging at the roots of my hair reminds me—he may not be close to me, but his Alpha is my Omega’s mate. He means her no harm, even when he’s out of control.

Smith won’t hurt me. Not on purpose.

And he’s giving me a choice.

I nod at them—the man and the beast he’s grappling with—giving myself over to both.