Page 19 of Knot All is Crystal
“No,” I snap, popping her lightly on the ass when she tries to jump out of my hold. She moans filthily, and it takes everything in me to ignore it and continue. A man only has so much restraint. “It’s not safe for you to be here, by yourself, on drugs, in the dark.”
I lock up behind me, and then we’re in the car, headed back to Prism.
She’s a complete mess by the time we make it there, the drugs reaching a fever pitch that she’s not going to come down from for hours. I couldn’t stop her from sliding her fingers into the tiny black lace panties Kieran picked out for her to wear tonight.
She propped a foot up on the dash as she gently rubbed her clit, and I had to say the alphabet backward in my head to tune out the sounds of pleasure she was making.
I’m pretty proud of myself for keeping my hands to myself.
When I kick on the door and Trey opens it up, he gapes at the writhing, whining mess of an Omega hanging over my shoulder.
“Why are you back?” he asks, stepping aside and letting us in.
“Her place has no power. I couldn’t leave her alone, drugged, and in the dark.”
He trails after me as I walk down the hallway towards the stairs. “Where are you taking her?”
“To the pleasure dens, Trey. I don’t know what else to do with her. You know what fizz does to Betas, and she’s a fucking Omega. She thinks she’s in heat.”
He practically screeches to a stop. “You can’t bring her there. Kieran will lose his mind.”
Does he think I got to where I am now by being a Goddamn moron? Everyone knows that Queenie is special to Kieran.
“Not to take a client, asshole. I’m going to lock her in and let her have fun with all the toys. She’s too vulnerable like this.” The answer seems to please Trey, even though I am not looking for his approval, and he backs off while I carry Crystal several floors underground.
Jacques, a massive Alpha with the attitude of a bulldog with a hangnail, staffs the employee entry to the dens. When he sees me coming, he opens the door with no questions asked.
I’m barely two steps in the door, and Tati is on me, in all her domme glory.
“What the fuck happened to Queenie?”
“Someone drugged her,” I say, shoving past her. “She’s feral. Is there an open room I can leave her in for the night? I tried to take her home, but…”
“Yeah, I know about her power. Let’s find a place for her.” Tati circles me to lock eyes with Crystal, although she’s barely there, completely lost to a synthetic heat haze. “We got ya, Queenie. We’ll get you taken care of.”
“Knot,” she whines, and I damn near drop her when she humps my shoulder. “Please.”
“Can’t do that,” I remind her. “But Tati has some toys for you, don’t you, Tati?”
“Oh yeah, the best money can buy.” She opens the door to one of the smaller dens. Inside is a well-dressed bed with low, warm lighting and a dresser with three drawers. A bathroom is off to the side. It’s simple but looks like something you’d find in someone’s house.
“This is one of the girlfriend experience rooms,” Tati tells me quietly. “It’s made to feel like it’s her room. There are tons of toys.”
I gently sit Crystal down on the bed and force myself to back away. Tati starts opening drawers and pulling out dildos with massive knots on the ends and little vibrating bullets. “Alright, Queenie, this should be enough to get you started,” she says kindly before turning her back to the Omega.
“I’ll check in on her,” she tells me quietly as we walk out. I glimpse Crystal stripping out of her clothes before the door closes behind me. “Thanks for bringing her here. You’re a stand-up guy. Others would have taken her home.”
“Don’t thank me for doing the bare minimum. Keep me posted if things go bad. Oh, and,” I dig into my pocket, pulling out two half tablets of Fizz in a little bag. “Have her take one when she wakes up. She always tells her subjects to do it this way to stave off the worst of the crash.”
“Got it, boss,” she says, taking the baggy from me.
Climbing the stairs is hard, my legs heavy, as I walk away from Crystal. I can’t shake the feeling that I need to be there with her, to protect her.
But that’s not my job.
That’s never been my job.
My phone rings.
