with my seed and locked you with my knot."
Oh, fuck, how could she have forgotten about the knot that would make his brutally huge cock even bigger?
"I mean it, Knox, that's enough," she pleaded, backing away as he slowly advanced on her.
"But that's the problem. It wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough. A day or two after the first time I took you, you'd go into your first heat. For four days straight, we wouldn't eat or sleep. Only fuck. Again and again, until your body gave out and you collapsed. And it wouldn't be the last time, either. It would happen every month, again and again, with only three weeks of rest between."
Josie's breath had grown ragged. It couldn't be true.
But Knox didn't lie…another thing that she knew without having to be told, deep in her bones.
"But I shouldn't call it 'rest,'" Knox continued, pretending to turn thoughtful while his eyes glinted cruelly. "Because your need for me would never really fade. You'd never stop wanting me. You'd find it hard to sleep without me. You'd hate the thought of me being too far from your side. The only thing that could soothe you would be my touch and my knot."
He was close enough to touch her, but instead, he paused in front of the fireplace. The glow of the fire heightened the tawny velvet of his skin, making Josie's fingertips twitch with the longing to touch him even as the heat rushing through her veins became dizzying.
"Y-you've made your point," she stammered.
"Have I?" Knox looked pointedly at the front of her pajama pants.
Yes—she was desperately turned on. And yes, she was the one who had asked to hear the truth. But she sure as hell wasn't about to be shamed by a guy who had been walking around with a gigantic hard-on for the last two days.
"You worry about what's going on in your own pants," she snapped, "and I'll worry about what's going on in mine."
His only response was to lift one eyebrow slightly. "Whatever you say."
"Good," Josie said, weak with relief that she'd found her voice before something happened that neither of them could take back. Even though Knox spoke of losing control, she was the one who kept pushing and pushing him until the danger was real. No matter what happened, there would be no pretending that he'd forced his will on her.
The spell broken for the moment, Josie retreated to the hall, putting as much distance between her and Knox as possible. She kept her eye on him as she picked up the sack and backed toward the bedroom. "I'm going to go and try on those clothes now."
The minute she was in the bedroom, she slammed the door—but even through two inches of solid oak, she could hear Knox's dark laughter following her.
Chapter Thirteen
That damn woman was taking up all the air in the house, Knox told himself. That was why he'd had to come outside.
Nope. Wasn't going to work. Thinking of Josie as "that woman" didn't trick his body one bit—his cock still knew exactly what it wanted. Knox slammed his fist against the trunk of the towering redwood ten paces from his house, the impact loosening a ton of snow from the branches and dumping it on his head, but even the icy blast couldn't ease his frustration or tame the fire burning inside him. Everything about Josie, from the tip of her wet pink tongue darting between her lips to the cascade of reddish-blonde curls around her shoulders to the swell of her hips visible even in the flannel pants she'd been wearing all week, was sheer perfection.
Knox couldn't deny it any longer. Josie was the sexiest woman he'd ever encountered. Despite the fact that they'd never touched, she lit a fire in him that had quickly grown into a goddamn inferno. He was captivated by her every word, transfixed by her every move, consumed by thoughts of her when they were apart—even when he only went as far as the kitchen or outside for more firewood.
And now he craved the taste of her as if he was dying of thirst and she was the only thing that could slake it.
It made no sense. Josie wasn't an omega. Not yet—not ever. But even though the seductive aroma of her slick was distinctly beta, Knox’s hunger for her was undeniably primal.
It normal enough to lust after a beta. Hell, if it wasn't for beta prostitutes, the vast majority of