Page 5 of Knotty Escape
My hands trail down his arms and back up, until I wrap them around his neck, forcing him to lean forward so I can reach him. Jesus, he smells so good. I want to lick him.
“He saw the dress. Didn’t seem to care. I bought it for him…” I admit, making Harrison’s grip on my hips tighten as he growls again. The intensity in his gaze darkens, making me flustered.
“No. Say you bought it for me. That you knew I’d like how fucking incredible your legs would look when you slid this material up your thighs. I’ll be your alpha tonight, Lila. Show you how an omega deserves to be treated,” he practically snarls, sending shivers across my skin.
I pull him even closer, murmuring against his skin at the base of his throat as I do what he asks. “I knew you’d see the dress and want me sitting on your face as I rode your tongue…” Arush of adrenaline crashes through my system just speaking the words. His scent responds with a powerful burst of desire that makes my knees weak. Thankfully, Harrison is holding me up.
“My pack is going to wish they were here with me, and not on some date with our ex,” Harrison grumbles as his hands drop from my waist. I’m disappointed until he grips my ass, squeezing before returning to a more respectable area. “You never would have made it out of the house in this dress if you were mine. I would still be fucking you knot deep.”
Are there pheromones in the air vents here or something? Fuck me.
“Jeez,” I murmur, making the alpha let out a satisfied rumble.
“You’re so responsive. I like the way you tremble in my arms when I tell you how badly I want you, Little Omega.”
“I’m not too uptight? You don’t think I need to relax?” I ask, the old insecurities creeping back in. Things Larry has said to me since we met. Since the first time we had sex.
“Not at all, beautiful. But so what if you are uptight? The things I can do with my tongue would help you relax, melt that tension into a puddle of slick need.” His mischievous smirk makes me giggle as he winks playfully. Damn, this man is dangerous.
“I want to have fun. Not just tonight.” I snort when Harrison wiggles his eyebrows at me, but I shake my head. “No, not like that! I mean, maybe, but notjustlike that. I’ve been so bored, so numb. I fell into autopilot, and it wasn’t until tonight that I felt how bad it was.” Tears threaten to fall, a pulsing sting behind my eyes, but I shove the feeling down.
“Hey, it’s okay. I got you.” The worry on his face transforms the cocky smirk into something softer as he runs his hand soothingly up and down my back.
“Sorry. Tonight, I was finally able to see the truth. I didn’t realize how numb I had become to everything, how much mediocrity I was accepting because it was easier than asking for more. Than asking for what I really needed.” I shake my head as determination sets in. “Never again,” I decide. “I will never let someone else convince me I’m not worthy of being happy.”
“Good.” Harrison nods. “Now, let me help make this birthday a memorable one, Pretty Little Omega.”
I feel ready to make this change for myself and a happier life, but I just ended things with my ex two hours ago. I’m not sure how far I’m willing to take things with Harrison tonight. All I know is that I want to have fun with this amazing alpha.
“I don’t want to lead you on, Harrison.” I worry my lip, expecting him to respond with anger or annoyance. “I’m not looking for something serious,” I admit.
“Can I keep flirting with you?” he asks, and I’m so surprised by the question that lacks even a hint of annoyance that I stand mutely for a little too long. His sweet smile makes me think he knows this and is waiting patiently for my answer.
“Yes, please.”
“Then we’re good here, Sweet Omega. No expectations, just fun,” he says, just before lifting me off my feet and twirling me around, making me gasp and giggle. “First dancing, then cake.” He winks, and I melt like a stick of butter in the Nevada heat.
And then Harrison shows me that it's not hard to show up for someone if that's what you want to do. That sharing a special day with them isn't, and shouldn't be, a chore.
“The bar is about to close. We need to do your cake!” Wendy hollers over the music after a solid two hours of dancing.
“I know the owner. They won’t kick us out before you’re done,” Harrison says as we make our way to a back booth. “I’ll go talk to him and flag down one of the servers to bring your cake out.”
“Ohhh.” Wendy wiggles her brows at me as Harrison walks away from us, and I can’t keep my eyes off of him.
“I had a class with him in college,” I admit when her questioning look won’t leave me alone. “He remembers me, and he’s been flirting all night.”
“So you’re saying you can go home with him tonight, and I don’t have to worry about your safety?”
“What? No! No, I’m not going home with him.” I shake my head, but can’t contain my giggles when Wendy pouts at me. “Larry and I broke up four hours ago,” I argue.
“And? So what.” My bestie shrugs, taking a sip of the water bottle that one of the servers delivered a moment ago. “He was a piece of crap, and you deserve better. Also, you deserve several b-day orgasms.”
“Won’t that just make Harrison think I’m desperate? I don’t want to seem clingy.”
“No, fuck that! You should be yourself, however that looks. Otherwise, you’ll end up in another relationship with someone who dislikes who you naturally are, and you’ll spend months suppressing your instincts. Be you from day one. Clingy and all.”
“Good point,” I grumble. I get stuck in my head for the next few minutes, until I see Harrison walking over. He’s carrying the cake Wendy got for me, with two servers on either side of him carrying sparklers.
