Knot Broken (Hiddenverse)

42. Rafe

CHAPTER 42

Rafe

My back stiffens as Lilah lifts her head. She didn’t sleep long. Maybe forty-five minutes. Long enough for me to take a quick shower in an attempt to wash her perfume out of my pores so I didn’t wake her only to sink into her perfect warmth again—and to make a coffee to hopefully get me through this day.

Even this far away, I can scent her. I can smell all of us. My rut was barely satisfied. I can feel it niggling on the edges of my consciousness, threatening to return. Or maybe it’s the building obsession I have with this omega.

Since everything that happened with Hailey, I’ve kept omegas at arm’s length. Even going so far as to pay for a service to make it through my ruts.

She sits up, her top half bare to the world. Her arms stretch above her head, moving like a cat waking from a nap. And it’s hard not to stare. The blood rushes between my legs as my heart decides that is where it would like to be located now. I press my palm over my erection, urging it down as she finds her feet. She still hasn’t looked my way .

I wrap my fingers around my mug, unable to pull my attention away from her. The second she sees me, her eyes flash, the emotion moving so quickly I don’t have time to react. Attempting to act like I don’t want to cross the space and wrap her in my arms, I blow a soft breath over my already cooling coffee and take a sip.

She looks like she’s ready to go to battle with her shoulders thrown back, walking completely naked toward me. Her perfume spikes as I take her in. She’s perfection, or the closest thing to it.

Lilah takes the steps slowly as if she’s trying to tease me to insanity. I set the mug back down, holding myself in my seat with the power of my quickly fading restraint.

“Looks like you have a growing problem,” she says. Her voice dips low and throaty.

I poke my tongue into my cheek, my gaze running over the marks Elliott and Miles left on her. My teeth ache to do the same. But that isn’t fair to her if she doesn’t accept us in the end. My pack mates should have considered that.

“I guess that’s what happens when a beautiful omega struts naked in front of me.”

Her mouth quirks up into a smirk. “Is that what I’m doing?”

“From where I’m sitting—” I tilt my head to the side, admiring the slick coating her thighs. “Come here, sweetheart.”

I hold out my hand, and she closes the distance before placing her fingers in mine. Tugging her between my legs, I nuzzle her stomach with a purr. Her fingers go into my hair, and my lashes brush my cheeks as I soak in the attention.

“Are you sore?” I ask, following my question with a kiss to her abdomen. The muscles quiver beneath my lips, and my cock strains just the tiniest bit more .

“A little,” she admits.

It’s all I need to hear before I’m urging her back a step, and I’m on my feet, sweeping her into my arms. She lets out a startled squeal, followed by a laugh, as her arms go around my neck.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking care of you,” I say, as if it isn’t clearly obvious. I stride into the house and toward the master suite with the huge bathtub. Setting her gently on the edge, I turn on the water, testing the temperature until it’s warm. Then I let the tub fill up.

She picks up one of the provided bath bubbles and uncorks it, giving it a sniff. It doesn’t smell anywhere close to the addictive way she does. But she sighs happily before adding a few drops to the water, making me want to buy her cases of it.

“I love lilac,” she says, and I realize it’s the scent she normally wears. Did production do that on purpose? But it’s been here since we got to this house a couple nights ago. I push away the crazy thought and focus on the bubbles forming in the flow of the water.

I stand up, dropping my sweats to the floor, and her eyes go wide as she takes me in.

“What are you doing now?”

“Joining you,” I say gruffly. It wasn’t my original plan. I just thought she could use a nice relaxing bath after a night of satisfying all three of us.

I sink into the warm water and then help her in, settling her in front of me. My problem as she put it, captured between our bodies. Wetting the washcloth, I run it over her curves, rinsing our combined scent from her body. It has to happen for her to go back to the other omegas today, but I don’t like it as the lilac removes our musks .

She relaxes into me, accepting my care, going so far as to arch her neck—offering things she shouldn’t until this show is done. I glide the washcloth over her throat, as if that was why she gave me her neck. The almost barely there whimper that works her chest pulls at my heartstrings.

“Lilah, I would…but?—”

“Rafe, don’t. I know what this is. You don’t have to say it out loud.”

“I’m not sure you do,” I say slowly, attempting to decode her words. What does she think this is?

She twists in my arms, a dangerous smile playing at her lips. “I do. You don’t have to make promises. I can feel,” she says wrapping her fingers around my length and smiling, “what I do to you. Let’s just have that.”

She strokes me beneath the water, and I groan as she squeezes my crown lightly and drags her hand back to my threatening knot. I don’t knot every time, but with her, it’s inevitable. If all she’s willing to give me is this, I have no choice but to accept her terms. As much as I want to keep her forever, she has other ideas. And even if she’s my match, I have to respect her enough to let her choose.

When she adjusts and sinks down on me, my eyes roll into the back of my head. The water sloshes all over the place as she moves, bringing us both to the edge effortlessly. I want to savor being inside of her. But she doesn’t take my knot, continuously grazing it teasingly with her opening, before she tenses above me as her orgasm takes over. Her tight, pulsing walls encourage my own release, and it leaves me gasping, my chest heaving from the intensity.

I don’t have time to react before she presses a kiss to my cheek and slides off of me. While exiting the water and reaching for a towel to dry off. I watch her with hooded eyes, telling myself that pulling her back into the water with me shouldn’t be done. Until, she wraps the soft cloth around her body and slips out of the room without a word or a backward glance.

My heart gives a painful thump as if she’s just left part of herself with me and the distance between us is too great. She’s going to destroy me when she walks away for good.