Page 19 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

Ren and I exchange a look and I’m glad I’m not the only one who looks confused by that. “Did you have a King Charles spaniel or something?”

Jude burst out laughing. “Nah, nothing like that. It’s like ‘all hail the king.’ Get it ‘hail’.”

I laugh at the disgruntled look on Hale’s face. “I wouldn’t mind so much if he just called me ‘king.’”

“I bet you wouldn’t, your majesty.” Hale’s eyes flare a bit when the honorific falls from my mouth, heat burning in their depths.

“Careful, little mouse, I might like that too much.”

Ren wrinkles her nose and shakes her head. “Gross. I don’t want this glimpse into my best friend’s future sex life.”

My cheeks flare bright red and I curse myself for not being adult enough to handle hearing the word ‘sex’ out loud while surrounded by other adults. Especially since I’m sincerely hoping that I actually will have a sex life in the very near future. With these men, if I have any say over it.

Jude, who is still draped over my shoulder like a shawl, senses my unease and changes the subject. “So when you ladies sneak out, is it just for drinking? Or do you also shake your groove thang?”

Tic tilts his head back and groans. “God, Jude, don’t say it like that.”

He blinks at his pack mate innocently. “What? Groove thang? Lots of people say it like that, Tic.Lots.”

I laugh and see the reaction it has on the rest of the table, the tension melting back into easy comradery.

“Neither of us are big drinkers,” I answer his question. “We mostly get together to talk.”

Ren nods. “This girl is so freaking busy. I have to practically tie her to the chair to get her to sit long enough to have a conversation.”

“But we have been known to shake our groove thangs occasionally.”

Jude throws his head back and laughs before he taps my drink with one finger. “Drink up, button. We’re going dancing.”

As soon as the liquor is gone, Jude pops up to his feet. I don’t miss that his drink is untouched on the table. In fact, most of the alphas haven’t touched their drinks. It’s a niggling thought, but I dismiss it when Jude holds out his hand to me, eyes shining, and a grin on his handsome face. “Come on, button. Dance with me.”

Chapter 7: You snooze, you lose

Haven slips her hand in mine and, ignoring the grumbles from Tic and Hale, I pull her to her feet.You snooze, you lose, assholes.

Haven glances over at Ren. “You coming?”

Her friend snorts and shakes her head. “Nah, I’ll hang here with these guys and regale them with all of my complaints about being an omega and a dancer.”

Haven winces and Florence laughs. “Oh, my god, Have. I’m joking.” She flaps a hand. “I’m just gonna finish my drink while I interrogate them and then I’ll get my groove on. Gotta sweat out all the alcohol before I drive home my precious cargo.”

My alpha protests at the idea of Ren getting behind the wheel with Haven in the passenger seat when she’s even remotely intoxicated. A shared look with the rest of my pack and the humming of the bond tells me they feel that same, so I makea note to monitor how much Ren drinks and to verify that she’s sober before they leave for the night.

We’ll drive Haven home ourselves if we have to.

“Enjoy the interrogation, boys!” I call over my shoulder as I drag Haven away from the table.

She laughs but lets me do it. In no time, we’re on the dance floor surrounded by bodies, and the tension that had been riding Haven melts with the heavy beat. Her body sways and gyrates to the song, all sinewy and sexy as fuck. Who would have thought that Haven Bell could move like that?

The few times I’ve seen her dance, it’s been the waltz, the fox trot, and other ballroom type dancing. Stiff spine and stiffer smile. But now she’s like water… or fire, maybe. All smooth liquid movements. I wrap my hands around her hips and tug her against me. She gives me a coy smile before spinning so her ass nestles against my cock.

It’s a practiced move, one that lets me know she’s danced with a lot of other men just like this… or maybe nota lot, but enough that she knows what she’s doing as she moves against me, urging my cock into an erection from just the brush of her body against mine.

I have to swallow back the growl of jealousy that wants to swim up my throat, forcing it back down to stew in my stomach, along with my guilt and my trepidation. None of that has any place in what we’re doing here.

No one would suspect that the omega currently grinding all over my cock is Haven Bell. I mean,no one. I can hardly believe it myself, and I know who she is. But damn, in that tight little dress and those sky high shoes, with her lips painted bright red and her gray eyes surrounded in black liner and smoky eyeshadow? Haven Bell looks nothing like the prim and proper politician’s daughter we’ve had her pegged as. No wonder we had no clue she does this with Florence.

She doesn’t look like the same person, doesn’t act like her either. I bite my lip to swallow a groan as Haven’s ass jiggles against my cock, taking it from a semi straight to an erection. My hands grip her hips and pull her tighter as my hips grind forward. Her lips part on a pant, a whine falling from them.Perfect. She’s fucking perfect.

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