Page 18 of Knot All is Crystal
Trey sees me coming and stands in front of the door, trying to make himself appear larger. “Move, Trey.”
“What happened to Queenie?” He cranes his neck to get a look at her. She meets his eyes with her unfocused ones, and he swears. “She’s on fizz. She swore she’d never touch the stuff.”
“Some subjects drugged her. We’re unsure how – she’s not exactly forthcoming with anything right now.”
“Cute Beta, no smell,” she says, pointing at Trey. “Not pack, no smell.”
Trey gasps and clutches his chest as if he were shot. “Way to break my heart with an audience, Queenie.”
“I’m taking her home,” I tell him, and he opens the door. “Kieran knows, but please send Ricky up to her lounge to assist him.”
“Got it, boss.”
Trey may be an annoying little shit, but he’s loyal and a hard worker. I never have to worry that he won’t do what he’s asked.
Gently, I lower Crystal into the passenger side of my two-door sports car, tucking her legs under her. She grabs me by the front of my shirt, pulling my face close to hers.
Her hazel eyes are clouded, and her face is flushed as she practically purrs, “Knot.”
I groan painfully, scrubbing my hand down my face and ignoring the way my cock swells in my pants. “Crystal. You’re on drugs. Keep it together. I can’t help you there.”
She whines again, and I slam the door, walking as slowly as possible to the driver’s side. This will be a colossal test of my patience.
* * *
I kickopen the door to Crystal’s townhome, my arm banding around her thighs to keep her slung over my shoulder.
“Home sweet home,” I mutter to the horny and grumpy Omega. On the drive here, I had to pull her hand out of her skirt three times and stop her from removing her clothes twice.
I should get a medal for my restraint.
“Let’s get you to your nest. You have toys, right?”
She whines again, trying to wiggle out of my arms. “Don’t go in. Just leave me here.”
It’s the most coherent she’s been since I found her on the lap of that slimy Alpha.
“It’s fine. I’ll get you settled and head out.” I flip the light switch in the foyer.
Nothing happens.
I flip it again, and still, nothing.
“Is your fuse busted?” I ask, pulling out my phone and turning on the flashlight. “I can take care of it.”
“Not the fuse,” she mutters, wiggling on my shoulder as she rubs her thighs together. “Power’s off. Nest, please.”
“What do you mean the power is off?” I heave her off my shoulder and set her in front of me, holding her tightly by the upper arms.
She whines, her knees going to jelly as she tries to slide out of my grip. “Didn’t pay the bill.”
I shove the Omega into a chair in the dark room, holding my flashlight on her like an interrogation. “Why not? Aren’t you paid well?”
Her head lolls on her shoulder, and her hand drifts between her legs. I can tell this conversation isn’t going to be productive in the least, but I have to figure out what to do with her. I can’t let her stay here in the dark by herself.
“Fuck,” I swear, stepping away. I know what I have to do, but I really don’t want to. “Let’s go, Queenie,” I mutter, throwing her back over my shoulder.
“Nest!” she cries, reaching out towards her hallway and trying to wiggle out of my arms. “Please!”
