Page 25 of Hard Knot
The Giovanni Empire is hanging by a thread. Their empires are no different.
Without us present now, anything can happen and be deemed fair game. All the years spent on building these foundations from the ground up can’t possibly be ruined by these diplomatic standards that are only being used as punishment against those taking “too long” to settle for the partner chosen to be stuck with us for the rest of our existence.
The government makes it seem so fucking easy. As if it’s not life-changing.
Felix, Holmes, and I need to play this smart, need to convince everyone we're reformed. Taking the most notorious Omega in Hard Knot Academy – the one they call the Forgotten One – would be like lighting a match in a room full of gunpowder.
Exactly my kind of explosion.
I'm outside the locker room door when it hits me – her scent stronger than before. This confirms that she not only didn’t take my advice, but she’s behind that door.
Waiting for my return…
The aroma taunting my nostrils is mixed with something new now, the soft notes of cherry blossom and lavender shampoo weaving through that intoxicating blend of sweetness and danger. But underneath it all is the unmistakable scent of aroused Omega – sweet, fertile, ready.
She's showering.
The groan escapes before I can stop it, my cock hardening instantly at the thought of hot water running down her tattooed skin.
Steam rising around her as she...
The base of my cock swells slightly, the beginning of a knot forming just from her scent alone.
Fuck.
My hands shake as I pull out my phone, hitting Felix's number before I can talk myself out of it. He picks up on the third ring, his voice sharp with irritation.
"What?"
"I need a favor," I say, trying to keep my voice steady as another wave of her scent hits me. I can hear the shower running now, the sound mixing with the pounding of my rapid pulse.
I need to be with her. To see her naked. To lay a thousand kisses across her flesh and sink my cock deep inside her hot pussy.
"I don't do favors," Felix replies flatly. "You know that."
I can't help but chuckle, the sound dark even to my own ears.
"It'll be more than a favor if you don't get your ass down here and find a way to put this girl’s locker room out of order."
There's a pause, then.
"Why?"
I lean my forehead against the cool metal of the door, letting her scent wash over me. My voice comes out as barely more than a whisper, tight with need.
"I think I just found our Omega."
Let Lust Control Our Beginning
~ELIZABETH~
Why can’t I stop thinking about him?
Steam fills the shower, curling around me like a suffocating blanket.
I stand under the scalding spray, my hands braced against the cool tiles, head bowed, trying to focus on anything but the thrumming heat in my body.
The water is supposed to soothe me, to quiet the restless tension rolling through me in waves. But it doesn’t—not when his scent still lingers in the air, clinging to my skin like a phantom.
