Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(16)

I did know because, as soon as I smelled their scents, I knew it was going to take everything in me to not give in to my needs. Their scents called to me, which was probably why, even with perfume blockers, I was releasing more than usual.

My body wanted them.

“I didn’t want to want this,” he mumbled against my neck, his lips brushing against my skin, sending a throbbing pulse to my clit. “But now you’re here...”

His lips ghosted up my neck and across my jaw until they were centimeters from touching me. I’d never been kissed or anything before. There had never been any opportunities to explore sex while locked away at the academy besides with ourselves.

The tiniest of whimpers escaped my slightly parted lips as I thought about how different a real alpha cock would feel compared to a silicone one. “Please-”

I didn’t get to finish because his lips took mine in a hungry kiss that both excited me and scared the crap out of me. It was as if I was feeling desire for the first time in my life. Sure, I’d masturbated during my subdued heats, but it had never felt so right and so good. And all he’d done was kiss me.

My fingers tugged at his hair and his tongue probed at my lips, seeking entry. I opened for him, not sure if what I was doing was correct, but it felt right. The wetness of my slick between my legs made me tingle and ache, and the need to move against him was too strong to resist.

I barely knew this man, yet there I was, ready to hump him on the counter. If he was causing this strong of a reaction now, I could only imagine what my heats would be like, especially if I went off my heat suppressant.

Beckett’s hands moved under my shirt, starting at my lower back, and then traveling up along my spine. I arched into him, our kiss becoming even more frantic. He groaned, his lips moving back down to my neck, right under my ear.

“Stop me now.” His voice was lower and filled with lust. “Stop me now or there’s no turning back.”

His hands moved to wrap around my sides, his thumbs brushing under my breasts and making me feel dizzy. Did I want this? Did I want to give in to this overwhelming physical pull I had to this man?

I was naive to think I’d be able to resist alphas once I was in the thick of them. There was part of me that didn’t want the all-consuming need and love. I had goals and plans, and what if this pack didn’t let me see them through?

Beckett pulled back, gripping my chin gently after I didn’t respond quickly enough. “I need to hear you say it, Kara.”

Kara.

Whatever I’d been feeling quickly shattered, just like the glass I’d dropped. I shoved him away, embarrassment and anger making my eyes burn. I hissed as my feet hit the ground, my cut stinging.

Of course they’d wanted my sister. I didn’t know or care how the mix-up had happened, but it had, and now the sliver of feeling I’d let myself have was dashed away.

It was painful, and I could only imagine how much more painful it would be to bond with a pack and then have something tragic happen.

“What’s wrong? Did I move too fast?” Beckett gently touched my arm as I pushed past him.

How did I even begin to tell him I wasn’t Kara?

So, I did the only thing I could.

I ran.





CHAPTER SEVEN





Kane





Groaning, I rolled over and touched my cell phone to see what time it was. It was nearly three in the morning, and the anxiety coming through the pack bond from Beck was nauseating.

Most days, our emotions didn’t seep into the bond, but they had several times in the past few days. We could usually control and block things from getting through, but when it came to this whole omega situation, emotions were strong.

I got up and shuffled to my door, my feet practically dragging from the half-asleep daze I was still in. It was doubtful the onslaught of emotion woke up Rio and Rylan, who both slept like fucking logs.

Why did Beck’s room have to be so far?

I grumbled as I went down the hall in the wing my room was in with Rio’s and Rylan’s and walked across a small sitting area none of us used at the top of the stairs. Beck’s room was the primary suite, and he had the largest bed since sometimes we all slept together as a pack. We hadn’t in a while, but maybe we needed to if Beck was starting in a downward spiral.

The door to his room was open, and I peered inside, finding the bed a mess but no Beck. I moved back down the hallway and stood at the top of the stairs, straining to hear if he was downstairs.

With a sigh, I slogged down the steps. I was glad we had the day off to recover from our game before we kicked it into high gear for the playoffs and hopefully the championship. We’d made it into the playoffs the year before, but were knocked out of contention when Rylan dove to stop a thirty-pound ball from the opposing team from going into the hole and broke his arm.

I could still hear the bone snapping.

There was a light on in the kitchen, but with a quick glance in that direction, I found it empty. The couch was abandoned too. “Beck?”

“Come on, Kara. Open the door.” I barely picked up on his voice and turned toward the hallway where we had an office and a gamer room.

Beck was sitting on the floor next to the gamer room door, his head back against the wall. What had the asshole done now?

“What are you doing?” I stood in front of him, my hands on my hips.