Page 29 of Knot Enough

TWENTY-EIGHT

After kicking Zade’s ass, I drove to Pack Reaper’s house, and parked just outside of their land boundaries.

I needed to know what the fuck they were up to.

What I wasn’t expecting was the body that fell out of the window.

Caught off guard and intrigued, I watched as the woman, so desperate to get away, threw herself from the second story, picked herself up and glanced around nervously.

She took off, and so did my need to figure out what Reaper was up to.

I reversed from my hiding spot and followed behind her at a distance.

I knew who she was right away. Valerie’s baby sister.

The one she hated so much she wanted her dead the moment people started comparing them.

I tilted my head as I hungrily took her in.

Now that I’d seen her, I get it. The woman I killed for was beautiful.

She checked all the boxes an Omega should be, well, almost everything.

She was made for breeding, came in a tiny package, and was well-versed in the art of getting an Alpha to eat out of her hand.

My unique needs were met, and that’s all I cared about.

The one thing she didn’t have was what made a pack fit–a fucking heart, not that it ever bothered me.

Like recognizes like. Whatever pack she tied down would be doomed, and up to this fucking point, I thought that included me.

But this woman?

My throat dried as I rearranged my cock.

She was out of this world. Valerie had nothing on her.

No one, and I mean no Omega, would compare.

She was flawless. . . even as she limped.

Light radiated from her. She was almost too good to touch–but that wouldn’t stop me.

I wanted to sink my fangs into her curves.

She had golden brown skin that made my mouth water.

I was caught between the urge to fall to my knees and the need to taste every inch of her skin.

Would she be sweet or salty? I had a hunch she’d be the latter. There was something else, much deeper, that called to me. A fierceness in her gaze that was so unlike an Omega. Even Valerie, with all her hate and attitude, claimed to be the victim.

This woman was a Goddess. One I needed to worship.

I didn’t mean to, but I kept comparing her to Valerie, who paled in comparison.

She had meat on her bones, and I was an ass ma—fuck!

The car swerved off the road as she bent over, and all the blood rushed to my cock.

When I straightened out, I brought my fist to my mouth and bit.

She had an ass, and a lot of it. Before I could wrap my hand around my pulsing cock, she straightened and was off again.

And I trailed behind at a safe distance like a lovesick puppy.

I needed to make her mine.

How would she handle my. . . needs?

I pulled to a stop and got out to follow her on foot.

She walked until she couldn’t, her pace turned gingerly, her gait off.

I wanted to drag her into my car and take her home, but there were too many witnesses around.

Besides, if she was injured, it would force her to depend on me.

I hid in the shadows as she peeked over her shoulder.

Holding my breath, I froze as her gaze stalled in my direction.

My mouth went dry, heart pounding in my chest. I only relaxed when she looked away and continued into the woods.

The grin curling my lips sent a little boy crying, clutching his mother’s skirt.

I bared my teeth. He was bawling now. His mom glanced at me nervously and rushed away.

Good. She needed to take him home–it was fucking late.

Quickly, I followed after the little runaway. . .

My steps quickened only because I knew this route led to a cliff. If I were a gentleman, I’d tell her to stop–but I wasn’t. I’d take any opportunity to make myself look good in her eyes–including waiting to see if she’d trip, just so I could be the one to save her.

Buried instincts told me to alert her of my presence so she’d run. The primal need to watch her sliced feet pad against the ground as I hunted her down pulsed in my veins.

Knowing I’d eventually catch her made it fucking hard to ignore.

Did she know where this led?

Or do her instincts tell her she’s being followed?

Maybe she has a thing for danger?

If I hadn’t seen her fall like an angel damned to hell, she’d be out here alone. That pisses me off.

An uncomfortable feeling bloomed in my gut as images of someone else in my place, following her, invaded my thoughts.

Thankfully, the curious little thing stepped out of the forest and into the night sky.

When her eyes glided over where I stood, rock still, I noted a hint of uncertainty.

If not for that, I would’ve thought I’d been caught.

But she turned and stopped dangerously close to sudden death, staring over the cliff’s edge.

What was going on in that pretty head of hers?

The moonlight illuminated her silhouette, and I wanted to run my hands over every inch of her curves.

She’s beautiful.

Maybe, deep down, she wanted to be followed. Chased through the woods. Shoved to the ground.

She took a deep breath, her shoulders rising with the effort as she took in her surroundings. Her head flicked left, then right, scanning the dark. When she’d confirmed no one was watching her, her body shook. Tension rolled off her in waves, and I shifted to catch a glimpse of her profile.

I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. Utter devastation and desperation.

What made you so sad, runaway?

Pushing off the bench, she lifted her hand and tore at her chest, her shoulders hunching and releasing, as she drew in breath, and screamed.

The angry sound pierced the night sky, and my brows flew up in surprise. It wasn’t until she cursed Rath and his ugly mug specifically that I had to muffle a laugh.

Oh, I like you.

If I hadn’t been so fucking excited, I might’ve felt bad for her.

What would it be like to talk to her? The thought of her just looking at me had every muscle in my body tensing.

I had never wanted to talk to a victim before, but even I knew she wasn’t like the others.

That’s where I’d succeeded, where her pack had no idea what they’d lost.

Could she handle me?

Would she want to?

Did it matter?

As I stared at her, I realized it did. Her opinion mattered.

And I needed her to like me. I needed her to need me.

The sun had set. There was no one here to protect her from me.

No one to intervene. Before I could second-guess it, I stepped out and joined her under the moonlight, huffing loud enough to announce myself.

I played dumb, pretending I didn’t know she was here.

She jumped when I stopped beside her, her big brown eyes filled with fear.

A little late for self-preservation.

I crouched, dropped my hands to my knees, and put on a show of catching my breath. With my hands shoved through my hair, I watched her shoulders droop. Her chin dipped, and her gaze darted to where I’d come from.

Doesn’t she know how easy it would be to have my way with her?

I dropped my shoulders, trying to shrink myself despite being built like a tank. When I looked up, our eyes locked, and she gasped. I flashed her a smile.

I knew the effect I had on women, but it had never been as satisfying as it was in that moment. People were often caught off guard by my eyes. The attention usually irritated me, but seeing the flush rise along her cheeks made something flutter in my long-dead chest.

“Your eye . . . is one blue and the other brown?” she breathed.

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” I laughed. She offered me a smile, and I became greedy. I needed another.

“Sorry, that was rude of me. I’d offer you some water if I had any. . . ” The blush spread down her neck and beneath her shirt. How far did it go?

“Oh, no worries. I appreciate the thought…?” The pink turned a deeper shade of red as I waited for her name, even though I already knew it.

“Lena.”

“Grimm.”

I took a step closer and offered my hand. She stared at it, and I licked my lips as I waited. When soft warmth finally touched mine, I held tight.

The wind shifted. Her hibiscus scent hit me.

My alpha instincts reared their ugly head for the first time in my damned life.

Fuck.

Mate.

“Grimm,” she said my name like she was seeing how it fit. Her spine stiffened, and her eyes lifted back to mine. Long, beautiful lashes fluttered shut as she inhaled.

Could she tell?

She had to.

She was mine. All fucking mine. When her eyes opened, they were dilated.

“That’s… fitting,” she murmured, her eyes lighting up as if it pleased her.

A smile stretched across my face as her breathing quickened. All I wanted was to kiss her feet and beg her to sit on my face. When her gaze dropped to my fangs, I saw what lay beneath the surprise.

I was done thinking about it. She’d either love or hate what I was going to do.

I fell before my goddess. She gasped as shock carved itself into her features. The moonlight filtered around her, making her look like the purest of omegas.

“What’re you?—”

“Let’s not pretend we don’t know what we are,” I murmured and reached out to touch her. Ignoring the urge, I hovered above her skin.

“Grimm…” she breathed.

“You’re mine as much as I’m yours.”

“I’m not… we don’t even… why are you down there?” she whispered, but grabbed my hand. I turned hers over and pressed my cheek to the inside of her wrist. This wasn’t typical alpha behavior, but as her lips parted, I knew I hadn’t lost her yet.

“Tell me I’m yours,” I growled.

“I don’t even know you,” she whined.

“Don’t need to.”

“Get up.” The irritation in her voice had me rising instantly. I’d do whatever it took to win her favor.

“Why are you out here all alone? Without a pack?” She recoiled at the mention of them.

Fuck yes.

“I needed air. And I don’t report to anyone.” That made the blood rush straight to my dick.

“Want to change that?” I teased, loving the way her face turned red and eyes widened with shock.

Yeah, I dared.

“I-I have a pack,” she stuttered. I tipped my head and glanced around.

“I don’t see them. And. . . ” I shrugged, letting my gaze trail slowly down her body, then up to her neck. “I see no mark.”

“I could have one out of sight,” she lied.

The wind stilled as I hummed. I took a step in, invading her space, and inhaled.

Her lips parted at my boldness, but she didn’t pull away.

She tilted her head back, eyes locked on mine.

I bent down, stopping just short of her neck, and breathed her in deeply.

My eyes rolled back as her sweet scent filled me, yanking my Alpha instincts hard by the chain. I bit back a growl.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Yep. Unclaimed.”

The word echoed in my head, demanding I take her. Now. But I didn’t operate that way. I needed her permission, her direction, her commands. I closed my eyes and fought the urge to drag my tongue up her neck. Straightening, I took a step back and clenched my fists at my sides.

Mate.

Mate.

Mate.

Never in my wildest dreams had I thought my other half was out there. What deity would damn her soul to me? Too late. . .

“I may not… but there still needs to be a connection,” she said, her voice small but brave.

“Let’s not pretend you aren’t soaked right now.” She leaned back and bit her lip.

Before she could come up with another reason this couldn’t happen, I did what I wanted to do all night.

I dropped to my knees again, submitting to her.

Not trusting the Alpha in me that had suddenly clawed its way to the surface, I locked my hands behind my back to stop myself from dragging her into me.

She inhaled sharply. Her brown eyes stared down at me.

“What are you doing?” she rasped.

“I’m giving you what you need—what we both want.

Drop those shorts and the burden that pack has put on you.

Let me make it better, runaway.” Her lip trembles, but only for a second.

The nervousness in her gaze vanished behind closed lids, and when they opened again, there was nothing but lust. My cock weeps for her, and my mouth waters at the thought of her letting me.

She hooked her thumb into the hem of her shorts, and my mind went blank.

“You want to… please me?” Whispered words set everything alight. I tipped my neck back, holding her gaze.

“Need. I need to suffocate in your scent, your pussy, your cum.”

“And that’ll be enough for you?”

“You are enough.” My words caused her brows to kiss, and a tear escaped. Her shorts dropped, and my focus narrowed to the pretty pussy in front of me. Digging my nails into flesh, my breath ragged as she spread her thighs.

“Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned.

“Put your leg over my shoulder,” I said gruffly. My instincts screamed to bite the inside of her thigh, but somehow, I refrained. She did as I said, bringing her heady scent to my lips. I could almost taste her. Staring up at her, I ran my tongue up her center.

“Fuck. I was right,” I groaned against her as I came in my pants like a fucking teenager. Stiffening, my nails cut deep as I fight the twitching. I froze, tongue on her slit as I jerked. Cum drenched my pants, and I choked back a whine.

That’s never happened before.

“What?” Her hand gripped my free shoulder. She had no fucking clue what she did to me.

“No big deal. I just came in my fucking pants.” Her cheeks flushed beet red, and I dragged my tongue up her pussy, dipping in. “Salty, with a hint of sweet.”

Releasing myself, I brought my hands to her soft, supple skin. Opening her wide, I watched as she spread for me, and this time, when I tasted her, I didn’t stop. I was a man starved, and she was the nectar I needed to live. I dragged my tongue up her core and flicked her nub.

She cried out above me as I sucked her into my mouth. Darting my tongue into her, I watched her face scrunch as I claimed every inch of her cunt as mine.

“So good,” she whimpered.

Her knees wobbled, and I removed my hand from her ass and brought her other leg around my shoulders. Lowering us so I was on my back, she hovered above me now. My hand trailed over luscious skin, rubbing slow circles into her clit.

“Sit on my face,” I growled, rubbing my face so her juices drenched me.

Her body twitched as she watched. Every part of me stood at attention, eager to give her everything she wanted.

She dropped, and I speared through her pussy until my tongue went numb.

She bounced on me until she was a moaning mess.

Her taste filled every one of my senses.

Her legs began to shake, and her pussy clenched my tongue in a vice grip as her orgasm neared.

Fuck.

“Grimm,” she moaned.

Perfection. Everything from the little noises she made to the look she wore when she came.