Page 37 of Knot in Their Wildest Dreams: Part 1

“That’s all?” I countered. “Then let's test your theory, shall we? If you’re so particular about who you take orders from, how about I give you one right now?”

Her eyes narrowed, the fire in them blazing hotter. “Go ahead,” she said, her voice full of curiosity. “Let’s see if you’ve got what it takes.”

I leaned back, exuding every ounce of confidence I could muster. My eyes never left hers as I said, “Sit on my lap.”

Her breath caught, and for a moment, she seemed caught between outrage and intrigue. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I’m dead serious,” I replied, my tone laced with amusement. “You said you’d only take orders from the right alpha. So prove it. Show me whether you think I’m the wrong one. You were the one sitting on my lap last time - maybe you can finish what you started.”

She hesitated, her body tense as the silence stretched between us. The only noise was from the orchestra down below, which now felt like a faint background noise as every bit of my attention was on her. When an alpha and an omega had chemistry, the omega would naturally love to take orders from her alpha. This was a perfect way to see what Celeste was really feeling. Finally, she uncrossed her legs and leaned forward, her gaze never wavering.

“Bold move from a silly alpha,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper, but there was no denying the excitement in her tone. “But are you sure you can handle it?”

I smirked, my heart pounding as she slowly shifted her weight. “Why don’t you find out?”

Our seats were close to each other, so she didn’t have to move far to sit on me. When I felt her weight as she shifted onto my lap, I almost couldn’t believe it. She actually did it.

A deep, instinctual satisfaction arose within me. The omega was accepting me.

The lights were low as the music played, and most people wouldn't notice us up here. But we were still in public, and she spread her legs, draping them over mine so that her entire center would be exposed if we weren’t in a private seating balcony. My breath caught in my throat. What had I gotten myself into?

Celeste leaned into me, her back against my chest. I never wanted to hold someone so badly. “Well? You got what you asked for. What now?” She asked, her face so close to mine that I’d barely have to move to have my mouth on hers. I felt her spread her legs apart even farther, leaning back, grinding her ass on me.

I’ve never wanted to simultaneously reward and punish someone before. She’d followed my order, then made it her mission to turn me on. This woman was teasing me in a place where she knew I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. This was an upscale event, where risky behavior was not welcome. But I’d show her. If she wanted to challenge me, game on.

I snaked my hand across her hip, cupping her thigh. I felt her shiver as I moved my hand closer inward, reaching for her core. I was rewarded with the warm, damp feeling of her panties against my hand and a small gasp as I ran my fingers over them, feeling her through the cloth. “I’ll tell you what happens now. You’re going to take what I give you, and keep a smile on your face if anyone looks our way. After all, you’re a respectable public figure, aren't you?” I asked, barely moving my mouth as I reached my hand to pull her panties to the side.

I felt her gasp as I pulled the fabric aside and ran my hand over her folds, enjoying the warmth and wetness that was emanating from her. For a moment I was worried about her slick attracting people, but thankfully I didn’t smell much. She was being diligent about her suppressants again.

She tried her best not to squirm as I slowly moved my fingers up and down her slit, mapping out her most intimate area. The whole time, I knew people were probably glancing our way from the other balconies or the pit below. She was trying her hardest not to show any signs of what we were doing, but I heard her breathe harder the more I touched her. She swallowed as I dipped one finger inside her slowly, feeling the amazingly soft, tight entrance to her sweet pussy.

A part of my brain knew I would regret this later. That this was the absolute last thing I should be doing. Especially after I’d promised my pack mate I wouldn’t cross this line.

But I couldn’t help myself any more. My alpha side had completely taken over, and I was elated that not only had my scent match followed my orders, but that I was now bringing her pleasure, using my hands to keep her aroused and leaning on me. Nothing in recent memory had ever made me feel so satisfied. It was truly intoxicating, and I felt the release of the tension flow through me, now that we were finally being honest in our desires.

I used my fingers to excite her, enjoying every shiver and movement she made as I discovered the pattern and pressure that she liked the most. As the music below us built to a crescendo, I worked her sweet center up until she was breathing hard, trying her best not to let it show on her face that I was bringing her close to orgasm. But when the music was at its height, I stalled my hand as I remembered that I should not be doing this.

This was Celeste. She was irresistible, frustrating, and my scent match, but she was still my enemy. And even though she was the cause of my constant arousal, she wasn’t going to get what she wanted out of me that easily.

I felt her react to my pause, then push her hips against my hand, seeking more friction. I pulled my hand aside, then smirked as she turned her face, her frustration breaking through. “Keep going!” She hissed at me, and I shook my head.

“I’m the one giving orders here, remember?” I teased, then gave her a tiny touch, barely strumming my fingers over her clit while she stifled a gasp.

“You really are the opposite of a gentleman.” She said through clenched teeth, trying to look like she was simply smiling out at the orchestra when really she was riding my hand. Then, I felt her reach behind her, slowly messing with my belt.

“Celeste!” I hissed, and tried to keep a normal look on my own face as she worked to free my cock from my pants, all while sitting on my lap. It was an intricate effort to look like we were just sitting innocently, and I made sure to fix my face to look as still as a statue when a few audience members glanced toward our balcony.

“Celeste, watch it, we can’t-” I started, but my cock was now free, and she shimmied so that it was angled right at her center, pressing the length against her slit. All of my attention shifted to controlling the urge to rut her right there.

I had spent over a year without a woman so much as looking at me, and now my scent match was on top of me, skin to skin. I could easily push inside her right now and end both of our sexual frustrations. There was only a tiny scrap of control left in me, and that was the knowledge that I’d be betraying Dante, and my pack, if I lost control and fucked Celeste.

She reached down, so carefully that it looked like no movement at all, and gripped my hard cock with her hand. Then, with her legs still spread over my thighs, she slapped my cock against her warm wet slit. The noise was muffled, but I swear that despite the orchestra playing at full volume that the noise of my cock against her skin was the only thing I could hear.

I couldn't hold back a deep groan, my eyes closed from the ecstasy that I was feeling. Then I snapped them open, grabbing her at the waist as I whispered to her.

“Stop right now, or there will be consequences.” My words did little to deter her. She let out a small giggle and ran her hand down my length, and I swear I nearly gave up the facade of normalcy right then. If I let my alpha side out, I’d fuck her right on this balcony, in front of everyone.

Just then, the faces of my pack flashed before me. What would they think of me, after I’d just promised Dante of all people, that I was in control? It took only a few hours before I’d gone back on my promise that I could handle this on my own. What would he think, knowing that she was responsible for one of the worst tragedies of his life, and that I was finger deep in her tonight?

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