Page 125 of Knot My Fate

I attempt to jerk my head away just to see if the dominant Alpha will let me go or if he will hold me safely as I hope.

He doesn’t let me go.

Instead, Rhett firmly brings the straps around my head, buckling them. The muzzle settles snugly around my mouth.

Rhett’s eyes burn with wickedness. “I warned you. Testing me ain’t the smart move.”

I growl around the muzzle.

Rhett gives a rumbling chuckle. “He’s chained and muzzled. He ain’t going anywhere.”

Where would I want to go?

I may be bucking and snarling, but I’m just where I want to be.

I just need my Omega to be touching me.

“Then it’s time for my pretty Alpha to knot our beautiful Omega.” Angel slips his hand to the base of our Omega’s back and guides her to the bed.

I growl my eager agreement.

Now, now, now.

A cyclone of desire is twisting through me.

I wriggle impatiently. My cock bobs on my stomach, painting it with precum.

Rhett shifts down my legs, stroking my thighs.

I put up a token fight by slamming up my knee. Rhett hisses out a breath, before he slams my leg back down. He scratches his nails down my calves, and I don’t know whether it’s in punishment or reward.

Then he settles further down the bed, holding my ankles firmly against the bed.

“Ready to knot our Omega?” Rhett checks in.

I glare at him, but I also nod.

I stare up at the netted ceiling, which looks like I am lost in the center of the forest. How I am feeling now, however, is better than I have felt even on my best hikes in the heart of Butterfly Creek, when the sunlight flickers through the oaks’ canopy in shifting patterns of gold, and all I can hear is the hum of cicadas and the crunch of my boots on the leaves.