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

Chapter 47

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forty-seven

A pound beatsat the base of my throat while I watch Smith hold Cassian back.

My rutting alpha is beyond all reason—teeth gnashed menacingly while he rips his uniform off. Torn fabric flutters to the floor as Smith fights to restrain him.

But I…

I want him. I want to be chased. My instincts are wired for this.

Run.

Not because I don’t want to be caught. But because I do.

It’s heady to know I can do this to someone so powerful. Watching the way his muscle-bound body strains against the bonds of Smith’s commands, all I want is to feel all of that strength aimed at me. Dedicated to filling me.

If I had time to think about it, I might ask myself why. Some omegas like throwing their alphas into rut because they enjoy being tossed around. Others enjoy the ego boost of turning the tables on the designation that so often has control over us.

For me, I guess … it’s a form of devotion.

This alpha isn’t in his own mind anymore.

But I’m still the only thing he wants.

There’s a purity to that. It’s honest. Real and raw in a way that so many interactions can’t be.

His eyes are blank, aside from burning intent. Focused entirely on me. My stomach flips as I step away from the stair rail and tell Smith to let his brother go.

There isn’t a moment of hesitation. Cassian takes off immediately, his distant eyes locked on me.

My instincts snap forward, taking control of my body. A burst of perfume swells in my wake while I sprint down the hallway. Bone-rattling roars echo behind me, along with the sound of crashing footsteps.

I weave toward my bedroom doors, feeling the hairs at the back of my neck wave as adrenaline prickles through me. Thick fingers close around the sash of my robe at the small of my back. I twist, squeal, and slip free of the whole garment.

Cassian grunts, surging after me as I skid through the entrance of the Omega Suite and make a sharp turn for the nest.

In the distance, I hear the others approaching. It makes Cass slow down long enough to send them a snarl, his Alpha warning the competition that I’m his.

Arousal tingles through me again, a rush of slick running between my thighs. “Alpha,” I call breathlessly, backing toward the nest door. “Aren’t you going to catch me?”

His head snaps to face me, the movement too quick to look natural. His nostrils flare. A low rumble builds in his chest.

One footstep.

Two.

He approaches slowly, now that there’s nowhere left for me to run.

Waves of dominance and pulsing, punishing lust roll off of Cassian. I whine automatically. The small sound physically collides with him, his muscles clenching as it hits.

“Omega,” he roughs out. “Mine.”

“Yours,” I allow, carefully leading him to the nest door. Inside, it’s dark. The strips of skylight built into the ceiling only let a few stray moonbeams in. They glow weakly in the round, dome-shaped space. Blue and milky white paint the true colors of the linens and walls in shades of silver and pale.

In the dark, with his body bared and his cock curved up between his legs, Cassian looks like the beast he always claims to be. He’s huge—tall and hard and so strong it makes my core ache. The tight lace of his muscles expands while he sucks in a deep breath, tasting my scent.

With a serrated sound, he launches his full weight at me. This time, I’m too slow for him.

And he catches me.

With rough hands, he snatches my waist and my hair, lifting me right into his body while he charges into the nest. I cry out, twisting to try to give him a better chase, but he has me in an iron grip.

It’s one thing to run, knowing he’ll catch me. It’s another actually being caught. But now that he has me and I can’t move, a bolt of panic streaks through me. My scent singes slightly.

“Cassian. Gently.”

I used to hate Smith’s barks. Every single one made me feel sick with dread and half-crazy from anxiety. But right now? The weight of his dominance seems more like slipping into a cool pool after lying in blistering sunshine.

It isn’t crushing. It’s soothing.

I see a flicker of relief on Cassian’s face, too. Our alpha is here. He’s going to protect all of us.

Smith steps into the nest first, still wearing his button-down shirt and slacks. My Omega doesn’t like that, but she’s thoroughly distracted. At least he’s taken his shoes off, leaving him in socks that match the blue pair of my panties he’s had in his jacket pocket today.

While Smith remains firmly focused on Cassian’s face, flexing his power to keep him in check, Damon comes in behind him. Naked, of course. Stripped down completely, with an erection bobbing between his cut hips.

Our gazes meet for a second. His flickers around the nest and comes back to me, a small, utterly sincere smile on his lips.

He likes it, I think with relief.

None of them have ever been in here before. And for a second, I’m disappointed they aren’t seeing it in the daylight. But then I consider how Cassian would feel being left out of that—if only mentally—and decide this may be for the best.

Still, it’s very Damon to notice. He knows this is important to me and saw how much work I put into to picking things.

Not for the first time, I wish we were bonded so I could send him a beat of gratitude. I’ve had those thoughts more and more, lately, and it’s getting harder to suppress them.

Especially in here.

All of their scents are full-force, saturating the air and my nest linens with the perfect combination. Bitter and earthy, brown-sugar spice, and the rich smoothness of chocolate. It all swirls together and settles in my lungs.

Hearing the soft whine in my throat, Cassian’s dark eyes snap from the encroaching alphas back to me. “Omega,” he husks out, fingers flexing into my flesh. “Need you.”

And, God, he does. I see it burning in his eyes. He needs me. I’m the only one who can give him back to himself.

“I’m yours,” I tell him, reaching up to touch his cheek. “You can have me, Alpha.”

Cassian snaps me into his chest, locking his arms around me and lowering us to the mattress. It would possibly pass for a hug if I didn’t feel like a kitten being strangled by a gorilla.

“Gently,” Smith orders again. He moves with caution, kneeling slowly at the nest’s edge. But even that is enough to trigger a vicious snarl from Cassian.

It reverberates against my ear, sending a skitter of nerves through me. When his Alpha senses the shift in my perfume, he makes that growly purring sound again, dropping his forehead to roughly nuzzle at my neck.

Bear.

Even in a rut, he’s still grumpy and cuddly. Still the man I know, somewhere in there. I smile into his messy, overly long hair, feeling more at ease.

When I relax, he does, too. The bruising pressure of his fingertips eases. He inhales at my throat, groaning. “My omega.”

“Yes, yours,” I whisper, shivering from the bark. I brush all of his loose hair back and wiggle against him. “I want your knot, Alpha. Can I have it?”

Instead of replying, he tips me back until I land on the creamy silk underneath us. His face is fierce as he leverages his body over mine and shoves in deep.

The first punch of his cock into my body knocks all the air out of my lungs. There’s not a single moment to get it back, because Cassian starts to rut, his hips snapping like a piston, grinding our pelvises together.

I try not to struggle, not wanting to alarm the others or aggravate him, knowing he doesn’t even know what he’s doing at the moment. When he suddenly rears back and opens his mouth, there’s barely time for me to whimper before he strikes.

But Smith is there.

“No,” he barks, covering my entire neck with his large hand. “You will not bite her.”

Cassian grunts his displeasure, but keeps right on pumping, dropping his face to my breasts instead. A wash of relief rushes over me, followed by a swift kick to the gut.

Did Smith stop him because he doesn’t want me in their pack? If Cassian claimed me, that would be it. Smith would have to commit to letting me stay.

He must really not want that if he was willing to interrupt a rutting alpha just to?—

The fingers at my throat flex subtly. My gaze flies to where Smith crouches just beside my head.

His deep eyes trace my face as he adds, “Not yet.”