Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(15)

Shaking my head, I filled up a glass with water from the refrigerator and went to stand by the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was just after two in the morning, and the city lights had dimmed a bit.

The view really was breathtaking, and I had found myself drawn to it several times a day.

My eyes closed as I tipped the glass back and gulped down the ice-cold water. I’d need at least two glasses to quench my thirst. My body wasn’t used to drinking bottles of wine and gorging on junk food.

“What are you doing?”

I jumped at the gruff voice right behind me, the glass slipping from my hand and shattering at my feet. My wide eyes met Beck’s over my shoulder as I turned and winced as my foot came down on some glass.

“Fuck. Don’t move.” He jogged out of the kitchen, leaving me standing there with my heart nearly beating out of my chest and a pain in my foot that I was trying to keep pressure off.

A minute later, he came back, flip-flops on his feet, and scooped me up like I was his bride. My skin heated at his touch, and I looked away. “You scared the shit out of me.”

He set me on the counter near the sink and paused, looking inside it. “We have a dishwasher, you know.”

I narrowed my eyes as he flicked on the light over the sink and grabbed my ankle, bringing my foot up to examine it. His fingers sent tingles across my body as he made a disapproving noise.

He was shirtless and only wearing a pair of basketball shorts. His skin was lightly covered in freckles, and I found myself wanting to touch them. I hadn’t paid much attention to him at the meet and greet, but up close and personal like this, he was a stunning man. His green eyes assessed the damage, and I couldn’t look away.

Damn it. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go.

“It doesn’t hurt that bad.” I wiggled my toes, and he released my ankle. “You aren’t going to kiss it and make it better?”

He braced his hands on the counter on either side of me, his lightly stubbled jaw ticking. “I need to go get the first aid kit. Don’t get off the counter.” He pushed off and walked out of the kitchen; his scent hit me like a freight train. I inhaled deeply.

I’d been sleeping in his bed and using his blanket.

“Damn it, Kayla.” I brought my foot up across my knee and glanced at the bottom. There was a small piece of glass in there, blood getting ready to drip onto the floor.

Beckett came back with a first aid kit, his frown still firmly in place. “You have to eat and drink at the table or counter. These floors make glass shatter.”

I bit my tongue, stopping myself from snapping at him like I wanted to. “Usually, I don’t drop glasses, but someone decided to scare me.” I stared at the pair of tweezers he pulled out of the kit, not liking the idea of him digging around in my foot. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

He poured some rubbing alcohol on them and moved in close to me, his bare abdomen brushing against my leg and making my body tingle. “I’ve taken out splinters before. Just hold still and don’t look.”

His touch on my ankle was light, and the way he was leaning in blocked my view. The temptation to run my fingers through his short, dark red hair was nearly killing me.

I sucked in a sharp breath as pain radiated from the bottom of my foot. Beck leaned in closer, more of our bodies contacted, and a light purr came from him, immediately making me forget about the pain in my foot.

Before I knew it, he was moving away from me, the bottom of my foot covered with a thick bandage. “All done.”

“Thank you.” I lowered my foot as he wiped up a small spot of blood on the floor.

“You should get to bed. It’s late.” He closed the first aid kit and then finally looked up at me.

“You’ve been sleeping in my bed.”

My face felt like it was on fire under his gaze. I couldn’t tell exactly how he felt about my taking over his bed. I’d tried to stay in the guest room on the first level, but it was so far removed from where they slept and where their scents were concentrated. His scent had called to me the most with him being the pack leader, so I’d chosen his room.

It just so happened that I knew it might piss him off too if our first encounter was anything to go by. “The guest room isn’t ideal.” He was going to flip his lid when he discovered where I’d set up my nest.

He chose to ignore my comment, and after washing his hands, he stood in front of me and grabbed my ankle again. “Just checking to make sure it’s not bleeding through the bandage.”

The smart thing to do would have been to pull my leg away from him and get off the counter. But I sat still, my heart thudding much harder than it needed to since I was just sitting there.

His thumb ran along the arch of my foot, and I bit my lip in an attempt to not moan or whimper.

Why was he torturing me by touching me? Had he turned over a new leaf since I’d heard him balk at the idea of an omega?

“What are you doing?” I whispered as he bent down and brushed his lips across my ankle.

Goosebumps erupted across my skin, and a pleased shiver raced down my spine. My head fell back against the kitchen cabinet with a soft thud.

“Are you still on perfume blockers?” He put my leg down, but instead of backing away, he pushed between my thighs so he could get closer, and buried his face in my neck. “Fuck, you smell good.”