Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(29)

Something in me had snapped like a violin string pulled too tight. One second, I’d been ready to lay into her for sneaking around the house in the middle of the night, spying on me. The next, I’d wanted nothing more than to claim her.

And I definitely claimed her, if the way she was wrapped around me with her head buried in the crook of my neck was any indication.

It had taken all of my fucking willpower not to claim her as my knot had filled her, which made no sense considering our relationship so far. But it wasn’t like I could control an alpha’s biological need to claim an omega.

By the time I got to my room, I could already feel my knot deflating. I was torn between wanting to send her back to her room and sleeping still buried inside her. There was something seriously fucked up with my brain.

I felt like I was being pulled in two different directions. My heart and body wanted one thing, while my brain was pushing back. I had my issues and while I dealt with them fairly well most of the time, this was exactly why, as leader of the pack, I’d never entertained the idea of us having an omega.

An omega meant our world changed. It meant the potential to lose everything, not just what we’d built, but our minds and hearts. I’d already lost enough to last me a lifetime.

I lay down carefully on the bed with her on top of me and then rolled so we were on our sides, our legs tangled so we were both comfortable being stuck together.

I shouldn’t have knotted her.

She sighed and snuggled in closer to me, nuzzling my neck. I wasn’t usually into cuddling after sex, but the need to protect her and take care of her was overwhelming.

Everything was overwhelming.

My fingers danced along her back before going to her hair and working the ponytail holder out of it, letting her wavy hair fall free. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed her hair was different at first, but then again, women liked to style their hair many ways day to day. I ran my fingers through it, gently working out the tangles.

“Beck?” She yawned, her hands resting on my chest between us.

“Hm?” I was purring lightly, hoping it kept her from pulling away from me in the next few minutes. An alpha’s purr was the ultimate comfort to an omega, and she was the first person I’d ever been compelled to purr for.

Not that I’d been with any other omegas—that was nearly impossible anyway without breaking laws—but there had been plenty of betas. The thought of them made my stomach turn over, like I had cheated on Kayla or something, which was ridiculous.

“Why do you hate me?”

“I don’t.” I kissed her shoulder and then moved up to nuzzle into her neck. “It’s complicated.”

“How so? You just have a stick up your ass?” And just like that, the honeymoon was over. “Because I’ve done nothing wrong, yet you treat me like I’m trash.”

I pulled back so I could see her face. “That wasn’t my intention. I just... I’d been expecting one thing and then to have the rug pulled out from under me after I’d already wrapped my head around the whole thing was too much for me. That’s no excuse for me being a dickwad, and I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness.”

“If it’s going to cause you emotional duress to have me here, then you need to send me back.” She looked past my shoulder. “I never wanted this, just like you never wanted an omega.”

“Yet here we are, stuck together.” I cupped her cheek, and her glossy eyes met mine. From the dim light coming through the sliding glass door, they were dark like stormy waters. “Do you want us to send you back?”

She bit her lip. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I thought I’d come here, you’d all hate how I wasn’t the perfect omega you wanted, and then you’d send me back with a nice check. I tried to tell the academy and Brian there was a mix-up, but even if they believed me, it’s not like the government would care.”

Extreme possessiveness welled up inside of me. “Don’t say his name when my dick is inside you.”

A small smile spread across her face, and my anger at Brian fell away as quickly as it had appeared. I had practice tomorrow to be angry with him, if he even showed up. We’d put too much trust in him since he was one of the best coaches and managers there was. Yet another reason for me to be apprehensive about Kayla too.

No one could be trusted except ourselves.

“You sound jealous, snookums.” She patted my cheek, and I turned my head and kissed her palm. “You’re kind of sweet when you want to be.”

I’d done it without thinking. Kind of like how we’d come to be in this very position in the first place. “Don’t get used to it, and don’t call me snookums.”

“Then don’t call me little omega. It’s condescending coming from you, and I’m not into the daddy kink.”

“Neither am I.” My knot was completely deflated, and I slowly pulled out with a heavy sigh. I would have stayed buried in her all night, but we were both a mess. “Let’s take a shower and then go to sleep.”

I rolled off the bed and held my hand out to her. She stared at it for a few heartbeats, and I was just about to shrug it off and go take a shower by myself when she grabbed it.

“You want me to sleep in here? You moved my stuff as far away from you as possible.” She stood and pulled her hand away from me.