14. Chapter 14
Rosalina
Oh my god, I was addicted to knots.
I had to be. It was the only logical explanation.
Still panting, coming down from the most intense orgasm I'd ever given myself, I pulled my slick-coated hand from between my legs.
If you'd asked me yesterday if I could fist myself, I would’ve said no.
I don't know what kind of alpha dick magic motivated me to get my whole hand in my pussy, but it did, and it felt fucking glorious.
I breathed and the clove and sandalwood scent drifted to me from the collar of the hoodie that was rucked up around my chest again.
Slick pulsed from my sore pussy. That scent was like a drug, driving me to do things I wouldn't normally dream of doing.
Was this what a scent-match was? Was that what was happening to me?
If this was a scent-match, I wasn’t sure I wanted it.
Did I need to get back to him? Or was this just normal omega hormones after being fucked and knotted? The green-eyed mystery alpha said my pussy belonged to him. What a lame pickup line. Did that actually work on anyone?
I swallowed, laughing nervously. It was working on me, a little.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Regardless of my possible knot addition, one thing was clear, I had to get out of here before this fucking wedding.
I should try to convince this Cruz guy to let me escape.
Then I could run back to this Nico guy and everything would be great.
Super great. Begging a stranger to protect me from a powerful criminal syndicate. That would totally work…
All it would do was put that gorgeous man in the Moreno family’s crosshairs, if what my father had said was correct, and possibly the Vasco's too.
Remembering the way Nico felt inside me last night, my eyes drifted closed and absently, I raised my sticky hand to my lips.
His name was a warm whisper on my skin. The scent of our mixed pheromones permeated the air, and I licked my palm tentatively, searching for any last trace of him.
The essence of his cum mixed with my slick was there.
Without any rational thought, I stuffed my fingers into my mouth, gulping around the muted taste of him.
Craving clawed at my stomach, and my nipples peaked and tingled as I rubbed the viscous fluid over them.
A groan worked its way up my throat. Desperate and needy again, I wanted him all over me, but he must have been on suppressants last night because even his cum, lingering on my thighs, was mild compared to the scent on the hoodie.
I couldn't be addicted to this. I was supposed to marry fucking Lorenzo and join his pack.
Maybe it was just alphas in general, and this was a normal omega response, but I really didn't think so.
I'd been around alphas my whole life, and it was never like this.
Was it because of the knot? God, I loved that fucking knot.
And the purring was so nice. I definitely needed more purring.
The scent on the hoodie kept teasing me with memories, and I couldn't think about anything but knots.
His knot. It was nearly as bad as being in heat.
I had to get his sweater away from me before I was dickmatized and up to my wrist in pussy again.
I still had no idea how I managed that feat, but at this rate, I was likely to try again.
Forcing my hands to my sides, I stared at the ceiling. Focus!
Green-eyed alpha or no, I had to find a way around marrying Lorenzo. Because if Lorenzo’s pack got a hold of me, I might end up just like Monica.
With newfound determination, I peeled the hoodie off and threw it on the floor in front of the door.
That helped, but his cum was all over me still.
Not that I minded, but I needed a clear head, and that wasn't going to happen until I showered.
I slid out of the nest and stepped over the pile of black cloth on the floor.
Alpha pheromones are fucking dangerous.
Thankfully, the door opened to the anteroom, and I shuffled past my leftover breakfast and into the tiny bathroom tucked in the corner of this hellhole.
The shower was barely large enough to turn around in, but the water was hot and my favorite scent-neutralizing soap was stocked, courtesy of Maria.
After I'd thoroughly washed every trace of his smell off me, I sat at the small card table and picked at the rest of the long-cold leftovers.
The hoodie was safely locked behind the inner nest door.
I didn't need another incident right now.
I needed a plan. Not a rebellious daughter out for a good time plan, an actual plan to salvage my life that was rapidly turning to shit.
Cruz
This was the most boring job I’d ever had.
Rosa was locked up tight in her nest, and there was nothing to do but sit in an empty room as the sun crested the sky and dropped into the ocean outside the windows. If I wasn’t given the go-ahead to let her out soon, I might just do it, anyway.
This was worse than a surveillance job. At least then, I had something to watch for.
There were reasons I wasn’t often tapped for this sort of shit.
Too much pent-up rage. But the Morenos needed someone with a face that Rafael wouldn’t recognize and, out of everyone in the inner circle, that left me.
I popped off an aggravated text to the pack chat with a quick update but didn’t wait for a reply before pocketing my phone.
I couldn’t risk seeing her sprawled naked on those sheets again.
If I did, I might do something everyone would really regret.
Like bending her over and fucking Nico's scent right out of her.
Or killing Rafael and taking Rosa away from this place.
It was a good thing he hadn’t laid hands on her earlier in his office. I would’ve had to deprive Francisco of the joy of torturing him to death because I would have murdered him myself. That was out of the question. He deserved to suffer for what he’d done to Nico’s family.
My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. It was probably Nico or Ollie mocking my pathetic position.