Page 3 of Knotty Escape
Scent matches are also on the rare side. Not super uncommon to the point of being unlikely, but infrequent enough that most settle for a decently compatible scent long before they ever come across a match.
I am not willing to compromise again. If she isn’t a scent match, I’m keeping my cock to myself, thank you very fucking much.
River can eat a bag of dicks for all I care. Let him rut his way through every willing hole. Good for him, but I’ll wait. I don’t care how shitty my ruts are to go through. I'm not fucking settling for anything less than what I want.
It’s not as if the flamingo was offended, so I don’t get why my packmates are so bothered. So what if I hump a few inflatables along the way? If it means I get my girl one day, I’ll suffer.
I’d suffer through anything for the right omega.Our omega.
Chapter 3
Lila
Larry:Be reasonable.
I stare at Larry’s text, my heart racing as I try to calm down.Be reasonable.That's it. That's all he said. No missed calls, no attempts to follow me, just…one fucking text.
That's all a year and a half together is worth to him. One lousy text. Did he even pause his game before sending off a message with how little fucking effort he put into it? I turn my phone off, then tuck it into my purse. He can fuck all the way off. Even if I were willing to hear him out, it would take a lot more than one text to convince me to take that man back.
He knows where the party is. He could have followed me here. Instead, he just proved that dumping him was one hundred percent the right choice.
I know my worth. I know what I can offer alphas. And I know what I deserve. I just hate that I accepted less than the bare minimum for so long. Larry was my first boyfriend, first kiss, and first knot. It kept me around way longer than it should have.
“Three more!” Wendy hollers, forcing a giggle out of me. The dark-haired omega sways to the beat of the music in the bar as she waits. Her long, dark brown hair, which had been carefully curled, swirls around nearly to her hips as she shakes her ass ina too-short dress. I’m already tipsy, and she’s well past drunk. I watch her with a mixture of resignation and amusement as she lights up with a grin and adds, “Each!”God, I love her.
But I amnotdrinking all of these shots. I want to remember tonight. Thank you.
We throw back the first shots together before she gets distracted by a hot alpha bumping into her, and I take the opportunity to turn to face the hulking form I feel lurking at my back. His scent has been tugging at my instincts for the last few minutes, and I’m curious to see if the man matches the mouth-watering spiced pecan smell.
And boy, does he ever. He’s as tall as his shadow cast under the dim bar lights suggested, with wide shoulders and beefy biceps. I could climb this man like a fucking tree. A mental image of me with my arms and legs wrapped around his one arm flashes in my head, and I giggle to myself.
“Well, hello, handsome. Help a girl out?” I nibble my lip as he turns to face me, frowning until he takes in the sight of me holding two shots out to him. He slowly smirks, flashing a dimple in his left cheek.
The hot sear of his gaze across my body feels like I’m being eye-fucked. In an instant, a new mental image of him lifting me with those big hands, laying me out across the bar top, and ravishing me floods my mind. I swallow thickly as my scent fills the space between us, and I return his interested look.
His gaze darkens as he steps closer, breathing deeply. Can he scent how needy I am? What am I thinking? Of course, he can. His dominance and musk wash over me, causing my entire body to buzz with energy. Oh, sweet fuck. He smells so good. Wait… I know this alpha. It’s dark in here, so I didn’t recognize him at first, especially because the last time I saw him, he wasn’t this bulky.
His eyes track the way my tongue glides across my lips, and all sorts of dirty thoughts flash in his whiskey-brown eyes.
Holy shit, it can’t be. Is it really him?
I’m staring harder than is considered polite, but as I take in the sight of the man in front of me, I know it’s him. The alpha I crushed on for months, my freshman year of college, from one of my classes. His hair is dark brown and wavy, curling up at the ends. His jaw is strong but stubble-free, with full lips, straight white teeth, and a very suggestive smirk.
This manknowshe’s fine as hell.
He’s still absorbing every fucking inch of me, taking his time as my skin heats up from the attention. I feel more wanted at this moment than I have in fucking months.
I’m wearing a red, strapless, thigh-length dress with a tight-fitting bodice and dramatic dip at my waist. The material is thick, allowing it to flare naturally. The short cut shows off my long, toned legs, helped by the open-toe black platform satin heels I’m wearing, which make me look at least three inches taller than I am. I’d matched my lipstick to the exact shade of my red dress and kept my blonde hair straight so it hits my waist. The glitter spray I added, which smells like cotton candy, makes my long hair sparkle under the lights while it does the job of enhancing my own berry and cream scent.
“Can I convince you to take these shots? It’s my birthday, and my best friend is trying to get me drunk,” I explain nervously, wondering if he remembers me at all. The full weight of his undivided attention is making me a little dizzy.
“Are you the dessert?” He smirks, taking one of the shots from my fingers and tossing it back. “Or do you always look good enough to eat?” He takes the second shot, brushing his calloused fingers over mine as he does, finishing off the burning liquid. The flex of his neck as he throws back the shot has a soft pantbreaking free of me before he reaches around to set the glasses on the bar behind me.
I blush furiously. My heart races as he stands close enough for his body heat to warm me. For his scent to soak into my skin.
Will Larry smell him all over me tonight when I return home? And if he does notice, will he even care?
More importantly, do I care?
