Page 18 of Knot Enough (Fruity Omegas #1)

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My eyes were starting to blur from looking at my computer screen all night.

The Jameson pack had three members: Logan, Brett, and Connor.

Connor was the leader of the pack. I felt like I had seen him before, but I couldn’t quite place where.

From the looks of it, they are rich playboys who spend their afternoons going to bars and nightclubs looking for one-night stands.

I hadn’t found anything substantial I could use to bring them down yet, but I would eventually.

People rarely saw through the fake smiles and charisma I showed to people.

Finn and Sorren were the only ones who’ve seen the darkness that could exist in my mind.

A realization I hoped Gabriel and Lydia would be able to embrace once we get to know each other better.

A fiery rage burrowed its way into my heart.

My mind and body yearned to take down Pack Jameson for how they treated Lydia and Gabriel.

I had wanted to kill them for touching my scent match, but now I wanted to torture them too for the way they treated Lydia.

I could still picture her eyes filled with grief and pain.

No matter what anyone said, getting away from your scent match wasn't easy. When scent matches were separated, it usually was due to the death of one of the members, and even then, the others usually didn’t last long.

It was a fucking miracle Lydia was even alive right now.

It made sense why she insisted on taking the heat suppressants, as well.

Besides the fact that she didn’t want to lose herself in the heat, I’m sure it was probably impossible for her to go through one unmedicated without her scent matches.

The pain would be too much for her without the doctors practically putting her in a coma through the entire thing.

Not to mention, the longer she was on them, the less likely she’d be able to have kids.

A growl erupted from my throat at the thought of her in a coma.

The Jameson pack had cursed Lydia into a fate she had no choice in.

Sure, the medication is lined with her interest right now, but what if she changed her mind one day?

She wouldn’t be able to go off them completely, no matter what she wanted, and I hated that she didn’t have a choice.

Choice is the one thing an omega should have.

Their choice of nest, partners, what to eat, when they wanted their partners, if they wanted someone for their heat or to do it alone, and so much more.

Omegas deserved choices, especially after everything this world puts them through.

A knock at the door to my office distracted me from the screen in front of me.

“Can I come in?” Gabriel said hesitantly, peeping his head through the door. A smile spread across my face. The anger and frustration of the Jameson pack were momentarily forgotten.

“Of course, what can I do for you?” I asked, bringing my full attention to him.

I would worry about the Jameson pack later.

Gabriel nodded, looking pleased. He walked into the room entirely, closing the door behind him.

My eyes followed the way his body moved.

The way his sweatpants fell at his hips.

The scent of him. The way he moved was captivating to watch.

The confidence and grace of his body had me entranced.

I’d always liked to play tag as a kid. The hobby extended into my adulthood, too.

I like waiting for my partners to make the first move.

I wanted them to have the confidence to tell me what they want, when they want it.

The waiting game felt like a drug when I courted people.

Most of the time, it worked, but in the rare instances where I had to make the first move, it felt just as great.

To see their eyes light up with hope as we danced around each other was euphoric.

He remained at the door while taking a deep breath.

“Do you like me?” He asked with uncertainty. My smile grew at his words. This was the moment I was waiting for.

“Quite a lot, actually,” I said, placing my head on my hands. I watched Gabriel shift his feet.

“Do you find me attractive?” He asked with more confidence as he leaned down to place his hands on my desk. I watched his hair slide into his face and over his ears. I wanted to bite at his neck and hear his moans and whimpers as I did so.

“Fuck yes,” I answered, my voice deepening with a hint of lust. His eyes narrowed at my reaction.

“Why weren’t you in my nest last night.” He questioned. His body was tense with nerves. It made me want to bend him over my desk and help him relax.

“I was researching Jameson packs,” I confessed, pushing my impolite thoughts away. Gabriel stepped toward the screen and looked at it. His eyes widened.

“You were serious then.” He said with a tone of amazement. I nodded.

“Yes, I was,” I confirmed, my grin turning into a darker one.

“That explains last night, but what about when Lydia was sick? She needed all of her pack with her.” He continued the interrogation.

“I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable. She’s nervous around me, and I’ve been waiting for her to get comfortable with my presence.” I told him honestly .

“But you like her, right?” He asked, gauging my expression.

Like her? I was entranced by her. Not in the same way I was with Gabriel.

With Gabriel, I wanted to feel and experience his body, heart, and soul.

I wanted him with a zeal I’d never experienced before.

Lydia was a goddess of beauty. I wanted to watch her, make her smile, be comfortable, and relax in my presence.

I wanted her to let go with me the same way I wanted to dominate the brattiness out of Gabriel.

“It’s not love yet, but it’s certainly more than like,” I said simply. Gabriel relaxed at my words.

“Good.” He breathed, “Though you should probably talk to her soon, or a misunderstanding might happen.” He explained. I hummed, considering his words. I leaned back with a grin at the idea that popped into my head.

“Maybe you can get Sorren and Finn to take you out one day, so Lydia and I can talk,” I suggested. Gabriel’s expression brightened.

“That is an excellent idea.” Gabriel agreed.

I could see his brain already working with ideas.

“Oh, but before that.” He stopped pacing to look at me with a wicked grin.

He stalked toward me, which had me pushing back my chair in anticipation.

He stopped, his legs touching my knees. He bent down, pressing his right hand on my cheek.

I curled my hands into fists, not wanting to take control just yet.

His thumb slid lightly against my cheek as he looked into my eyes.

The flirty, cheeky Gabriel had disappeared, and what appeared in his place was passionate and sensual.

His head came closer to mine, leaving a feather-light kiss on my lips.

My hands moved, wanting more, but Gabriel stepped out of my reach before I could touch him.

He skipped away as I growled at him to come back.

“That’s what you get for not coming to the nest.” He said in a singsong tone. He skipped to the door.

“Oh no, you don’t,” I called darkly before bolting out of my chair.

Anticipation entered Gabriel's eyes, then he took off. I ran after him. Sorren and Finn watched Gabriel run past them with wide eyes. I briefly glanced at them before running down the hallway toward the bedrooms. I could hear them laughing at our antics. Lydia must still be asleep since she wasn’t with them.

By now, the omegas should know the layout of all the rooms, including ours.

By the time I entered the hallway, Gabriel had disappeared into one of the doors.

Sorren, Finn, and I usually didn’t enter each other's rooms unless we needed one another for something. I didn’t think he’d go to the room Lydia and he shared.

The last couple of rooms were the shared bathroom and my bedroom.

I wanted to make this last, so I started with the bathroom.

I yelled out a few times, letting Gabriel know I was getting close to him wherever he was.

Finding the bathroom empty, I headed to my bedroom next.

I noticed my door cracked open. I usually left it open or shut depending on my mood, but never cracked.

A predatory glean filled me as I walked into the room, and it smelled like Gabriel.

I took a deep breath, focusing on the vanilla and fresh bread scent and where it came from. My eyes zoned in on my closet. My room had a walk-in closet, and there was plenty of room for a male omega to hide in. I made my footsteps heavy, letting Gabriel hear where I was walking.

“Where are you, little omega?” I asked in a carefree tone. I walked around my room aimlessly. I could smell Gabriel’s scent get heavier with my words.

“If you don’t come out soon. I’ll find you.

” I continued, heading towards my closet.

My impatience getting ahead of me. I slid the closet door open slowly.

I walked into the small space and examined the room.

I didn’t see Gabriel outright, but his smell was so potent in this space that I knew he was there.

I went deeper into the room and started looking through the clothes.

I had gotten halfway through my short sleeves when Gabriel popped out.

His lips crashed into mine. He kissed me hard and deep.

My hands went to his waist, holding him against me.

Gabriel’s hands went to my hair, pulling me closer to him.

Gabriel pushed me back, fighting for dominance while we kissed.

Before I knew it, we were out of the closet and heading toward my bed.

I turned us around and pushed Gabriel onto the bed.

I took a moment to gather my breath and stare at the gorgeous man in my bed before climbing over him.

He watched me with heat and eagerness. I reclaimed his lips, and our battle for dominance continued.

Our hands slid over and under our clothes, and we felt each other's warmth and skin.

We nipped and licked each other with abandon for what felt like forever before we finally pulled apart.

Indignation burned in his eyes as I stopped my hands.

He tried to move against me, but the weight of my body held him down.

I wanted to tease this man till all he could think about was me, on him, next to him, in him.

I need him to imagine what it would be like and be driven crazy in anticipation when I finally let him have what he wants.

I wanted him to beg for it, plead with me to fuck him till he and I were satisfied.

“I’m wining and dining you, omega, before we go any further,” I said as I placed my hand around his neck.

His scent thickened, letting me know he liked what I was doing.

Gabriel tried wiggling against me again to create friction between us.

My hand tightened around his neck, halting his actions.

A half moan and whimper emerged from Gabriel.

“What a tease.” Gabriel breathed out. He relaxed under my grip, which caused me to preen at the trust he placed in me. I chuckled at his words.

“Trust me, not tasting you or having you is killing me just as much as it is you,” I reassured him, my hand moving from his neck to his hair. I fell on the side of the bed and stroked a few strands from his face. Gabriel closed his eyes at my touch .

“We could always continue.” He urged me on. His hand slid sensually up and down my chest.

“Mmm, but I like making you wait,” I said, bringing his hand to my lips and kissing it. He huffed and pulled his hand away.

“I’ll fight at every step.” Gabriel sighed as he moved to rest his head against me.

Yesterday had taken a lot out of him, so I wasn’t surprised when he fell asleep in my arms. I didn’t last much longer.

My exhaustion from not sleeping the night before and Gabriel’s scent and warmth had me also closing my eyes.