Page 41 of Knot Guaranteed
“Me too,” Warrick says. “It seems like she’s worried no one will want her if she doesn’t have a heat.”
“I know, and it kills me.” I nuzzle my cheek to her head, marking her with my scent. “You do understand her chance of having biological children diminishes if she doesn’t have a heat, right?”
I know she told them the basics, but I need to be sure they understand the full picture. I hadn’t thought it through until my sister mentioned it, and if there’s any chance they’re going to back out, they need to do it now. And not because I don’t share well. If they can’t handle the possibility, then they need to make that clear before she gets attached to them.
“Damn,” Ramsey whispers. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
“I had,” Warrick replies. “But it doesn’t bother me unless it’s important to her. If it is, then we’re financially stable enough to ensure she sees the best doctors money can buy. If that doesn’t work, we’ll go from there.”
My eyes cut to Ramsey’s.
“I mean, not that I’ve given it a whole lot of thought, but I’d be down for kids. It’s a family decision when that time comes.” He shrugs. “It’s not a make-or-break thing for me. I could go either way.”
“She does want children, but I think that’s another big concern for her. You know how alphas and omegas are. When was the last time you saw a pack without kids?” I look between them.
“That makes more sense. I couldn’t figure out why an actual heat would matter, considering how her pheromones affect me in general,” Ramsey says.
“We’ll just have to prove that we’re here for her. Not heats or kids or anything outside of keeping her.” I’ve walked the line of testing the waters for too long. It’s time to lay it all out there and be blatantly clear how much she means to me.
* * *
I wake up with Tinley’s ass plastered to my pelvis. My cock is jammed between her thighs. She wiggles closer, and I growl. Her scent is so thick, I’m sure it qualifies as perfume.
“Fitz,” she moans as my hand tightens on her stomach.
“I’m here, Tinsel.” My hips grind against her ass, and the pressure on my cock feels amazing. “You smell extra ripe this morning.”
She nods. “I ache.”
She tries to curl up into the fetal position, but my hand tightens on her hip and stomach.
“Are you having a wave?” I pull on her earlobe with my teeth. The whine she releases rattles around the small bedroom. My hand slides up, turning her face to mine. “I’m going to kiss you.”
She surprises me by rolling over until she’s facing me. God, she’s so fucking beautiful, even with the crazy bedhead and sleepy eyes.
“I want that.” Her soft fingers caress my neck.
I growl, diving forward to capture her mouth. She tastes sweet, even first thing in the morning, but it might be the way her nails dig into my neck that sends the fog slipping in.
My baser instincts flare, demanding I mount, rut, and claim my omega.
Aww, fuck.
This might be a problem.
My alpha and omega dynamics teacher told us the caveman loop is the danger zone for alphas. It means we’re teetering on the line of losing common sense.
Tinley shoves her chest against mine. I roll onto my back and she shimmies on top of me. My hand wraps around her lower back, pulling her pussy down hard on my cock.
She leans back, chest heaving. “Did I just maul you?”
I snort, rolling us until her back hits the mattress. She blinks up at me as my thighs cage her in.
“Hardly.” I swallow thickly. My heart wants me to confess that I’m hardcore in love with her. My head swears that would scare her. I’ve tried everything, from being blatantly obvious about my feelings, to subtly showing her how much she means to me. “I care about you.” A heavy breath escapes, and I grimace, wondering if I’ve got morning breath. Nah, I can’t back out again. I’ve got to be clear. “I’ve been attracted to you since the first time we met. I have feelings for you, Tinsel.”
“Seriously?”
“I’m so fucking serious,” I assure her.