Page 11 of A Knotty Road Trip

Beck moans as I wrap my hand around his throat and arch his back, so I can press my lips to his.

Lifting his arm, he grips the back of my neck and tangles his fingers in my hair, entwining his tongue with mine.

I love kissing him. He tells me how much he loves me with each push of his tongue, and I return it with each thrust of my cock.

I can only imagine how many pheromones are flooding this elevator, and I almost wish I wasn't on my blockers.

I love when my vanilla bean and ink scent mixes with his chocolate and coconut.

Picking up the pace, he starts to strangle my cock, and I know he's close. Releasing his throat, he drops back down to the bar and moans.

My knot slaps against his ass with every thrust, and I grip his hips tight, fucking him with all the energy I have left.

After this I'm going to need a drink and a nap.

My cock swells, and I know I'm about to fill this hot hole. “Please, Alpha, please,” he grunts and I smirk, slapping his ass hard, leaving my mark on his tanned skin.

“Do. Not. Come!” I order, and his hand stops jacking his dick.

“Fuck,” I roar as I come inside of him, and he pulsates around me. My knot’s throbbing to be stuffed inside him, but not now.

Pulling back, I tuck myself into my jeans and drop to my knees for him. I may be dominant at times, but I love when he takes control.

“Now feed your alpha your cum like a good boy,” I say with a smirk, and he moves quickly, turning and smacking my lips with the tip of his cock.

He's close,his dick throbbing and the tip an angry purple. Opening wide for him, I moan as his taste hits my tongue.

“Mmm,” I hum, grabbing his knot and squeezing it tight as I suck him down.

“Jesus, Tate,” he grunts, thrusting harder. He takes my head and begins to skull fuck me, and my cock’s ready for round two.

A few more swallows and a hum has him exploding down my throat, moaning I take it all.

His knot swells as I continue to massage it. Pushing back onto my heels, I lick him clean, gazing up into his blue eyes.

His dirty-blond hair is a sweaty mess and his cheeks are flushed. He never looks hotter than when I cause him to lose control.

His glasses are askew, so I stand and fix them before giving him a quick kiss.

“We should probably get dressed,” I mutter and he laughs, giving me a grin.

Stepping away, I grab his clothes and hand them to him as he fixes my jeans.

I watch him and smirk. This is what I want. Him. We don't need an omega.

CHAPTER FOUR

BELLE

I’m not sure how long of a delay we still have left, but I am over just sitting here. My head is aching, and I really could use some food. I don’t want to leave the gate though. I’m all alone in this area, except for a stewardess that keeps giving me a dirty look.

The guys left a little while ago, and I kinda wish they’d stayed. Even if Beckett didn’t like me. I felt safe with them which is completely insane, since I don’t know them, plus the eye candy wasn’t bad.

Sighing, I lean back, grab my blanket, tuck it closer to me and close my eyes. I must have dozed off because a man hovering over me, touching my cheek, and smelling my hair, wakes me up.

Screaming, I push him away. “What are you doing?”

“Shhh, little omega, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to startle you.” My eyes widen, and I curse my scent-blocking panties. They must not be working if this stranger can tell my designation. So much for trying to hide my scent.