Page 20 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

Guilt swells in my stomach at the thought. And I quickly alter it. Thissituationis perfect. Herresponsesare perfect. Exactly what we want, what we’d hoped for.

I bend my head and trail hot kisses over her throat, grinning when she tilts her head farther to give me better access. My eyes flick up to find Hale watching us, his phone out, and I know he’s recording us.

Haven’s head falls back to my shoulder. Her eyes are closed as we move together. One of my hands slides up the side of her body, over the dip of her waist and the swell of her breast until I can grip her neck in my palm. “Open those pretty eyes of yours for me, bellybutton,” I murmur against her temple. The hand still on her hip gripping tighter as I roll my cock into her ass. Fuck, it feels so good. She feels so fucking good. “Let me see what I do to you.”

Her lids flutter up and those gray eyes of hers latch onto mine. “That’s it, baby,” I murmur, using my grip to tilt her head farther, bending to brush my mouth over hers. “Feels good doesn’t it? Having my body against you, feeling my cock? How hard you make me?”

“Yes,” she whimpers against my lips. “Yes, alpha. It feels so good.”

Alpha.The word hits me like a knife to my chest, said so needily by an omega.

My fingers move in response, dancing up the inside of her thigh, dipping under the hem of her tight little dress. I swear I feel a drip of slick on her thighs and it’s all I can do to keepmy fingers from going further, slipping under the gusset of her panties to check just how wet she is.

Instead, I stay where I am, just under her hem, on her thigh and I take her mouth in a deep kiss. None of the teasing pecks from before. No, I kiss her like I mean it, and she kisses me back like I’m air.

Her sweet and spicy flavor explodes over my tongue, and for the first time, I realize what Haven’s scent is. Pineapple, lime and chili. Sweet and spicy, just like her. I groan, hand yanking on her hair to position her how I want her to let me get deeper.

I buck my hips against her ass and she presses back against me, meeting my thrusts with breathy little moans.

Jesus, it’s so fucking good.

My fingers skate higher and Haven widens her stance without hesitation, in invitation to go farther. I keep kissing her as I flick my gaze up to where Hale is still standing, still recording. He’s not even being subtle about it, not moving like he’s dancing, just a still body in the writhing mass with his phone focused on us.

I grin into the kiss and slide my hands up. She moans into me when I brush the soaked crotch of her silky panties, hips bucking into my fingers mindlessly. “That for me, button?” I murmur into her ear. “You wet for me?”

Her eyes are still closed, like she can’t bear to open them to face the reality of me touching her like this on the dance floor, surrounded by people. “Yes, Jude,” she whimpers back. “Please.”

“Please what?”

Her pretty gray eyes open, focus on my face, nowhere else. We’ve given up all pretext of dancing, just dry humping on the dancefloor. Her cheeks flush the most gorgeous shade of pink and her mouth swollen from my lips and teeth and tongue.

My cock aches at the sight of her, at the absolute lushness of her body against mine. I want inside her. Right fucking now. Iwant her on my cock, want to fill her with my cum—because I’m not fucking Haven Bell with a rubber, none of us are—and I want to lock her on my knot. Want to hear her scream my name as she comes and feel her squeeze me so fucking tight.

She’s going to ask for it. For all of that, I can see it on her face. But then there’s a bright flash of light, like a camera going off and all of that melts from her face. The change is immediate. She goes ghostly pale. Her pupils contract, but not with arousal, with fear. Her body goes tense and with that tenseness comes space. She pushes my arms off her and shakes her head.

“What the hell am I thinking?” I hear her mutter low enough that I know I’m not supposed to hear, so I pretend like I don’t, pretend like it doesn’t stab a knife in my stomach to have her put physical distance between us. Like I don’t want to grab her and pull her tight against me and never fucking let her go.

I glance up at Hale to find he’s tucked his phone away, and he’s watching Haven with a furrow between her brows. She leans up to speak directly into my ear, but doesn’t let any part of her touch me, not even a hand to steady herself. “I need to get some air.”

Without waiting for a response, she spins and weaves her way through the crowd. “Dammit, button!” I call after her, trying to shove my way after her, but she’s quick and has loads of experience slipping unnoticed through crowds of people, and I’m three times her fucking size. No one seems to want to let me pass.

Panic takes root when I can’t keep her in sight, can’t find her in the crowd. I hear cursing behind me and know that Hale is also following. At the back of the dancefloor, I see a door open. The one that I know leads to a series of rooms that guests can rent if they need a place for more private ‘conversations’, shall we say?

I’m not sure Haven realizes that’s where she’s headed.

But damn if my dick doesn’t throb at the idea of getting that girl alone.

I break through the edge of the writhing mass of people and yank open the door, letting out a relieved breath when I find the little omega who has me all twisted up in knots halfway down the line of doors.

Haven leans against the wall, taking deep breaths, head tilted back. I catch the faintest whiff of her perfume, but it’s struggling to bloom under the suppressants she takes and the descenter the Falcone pack pumps into the club via the air conditioner.

I linger at the end of the hall, not wanting to interrupt, but like hell will I leave her alone to be cornered by some drunk alpha like she was the second she stepped in the club.

“This might surprise you, Jude,” she murmurs without opening her eyes. For some reason, that makes me so happy. That she can tell when I’m close to her, can recognize my presence. “But I came back here to get a little space from you.”

“I know,” I confirm. “I’m keeping my distance.”

A little laugh falls from her mouth as she opens her eyes and pins me with a look. “I can still feel you there, though. And it’s too much.”

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