Page 21 of Knot All is Crystal
The sounds of music from outside the room, like white noise at a therapist’s office to block a session, are the only indicator of time I have. It’s never on unless the dens are open, so it must be the evening.
I grab the discarded dildo from beside me. It’s a decent size, but not massive, Alpha cock, with a pump to inflate the imitation knot at the bottom. I circle the blunt tip of it over my sensitive clit, my toes curling at the sensation. After I coat the tip in my slick, I push it inside, pumping it slowly and imagining it’s an actual Alpha.
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten laid.
What I wouldn’t give to have a sexy Alpha wedged between my thighs, dragging his cock in and out of me, kissing up and down my neck, pulling my hair, biting my nipples…
I throw the dildo across the room.
Fuck this.
I’m in a pleasure den. There is an Alpha just outside that door looking for someone to fuck. Why shouldn’t it be me?
I slip on my skirt and bralette from last night and open the door slowly, looking up and down the hall to make sure Tati isn’t around. I know she would not approve of this plan at all, but I’m an adult.
If I want to get dicked down, why can’t I?
The bullpen is at the end of the hallway, where the clients wait for their girls. Most of them come for someone specific, but I am sure someone without a scheduled appointment would be willing to go to the girlfriend room with me.
Rina sits at a desk in the middle of the pen, her pupils blown out from whatever drug she’s on. When she sees me, she drops her pen. “Queenie? What are you doing here? Are you working the dens?”
“Tonight I am,” I say, dragging my eyes across the men in the room. Several of them have been looking at me since Rina called my attention to my arrival. I chew my thumbnail, looking at the men like pictures on a menu.
And I am starving.
But none of them are doing it for me.
The door to the pen slams open, and a handsome Alpha comes swaggering in, a bottle of beer loosely clutched in his hand. The Alpha is clearly on fizz, his eyes are filmy, and his lip is curled, showing off that slightly feral attitude that comes with a rut.
Now him? He does it for me.
I point at him.
“You,” I purr, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Me?” He drags his eyes over my figure, and his smile turns predatory. “What can I do for you, pretty little Omega?”
“You’re with me tonight.” His eyes light up, and he steps towards me. Rina stands up and holds her hand out to him.
“Queenie, I don’t think-”
“Rina, if he tries to blow up about this, I’ll say you weren’t manning the desk, and I stole a client.” I roll my eyes and turn on my heel, walking down the hallway. After a few steps, I notice the Alpha isn’t following me. I glance over my shoulder and wiggle my hips. “Come then, handsome.”
The fizz is really starting to kick up, and I am throbbing between my legs, aching for a knot to take the pressure off. He doesn’t catch up to me until I’m already in the room, perched on the edge of the bed. I hear his beer bottle clatter on top of the dresser before he slides into the room and pulls the door closed behind him.
“Queenie, is it? You’re nottheQueen, are you?”
I spread my arms wide. “The one and only.”
“Wow, in the presence of royalty. I am honored to fuck you tonight.” He pulls off his solid black tee and undoes his belt, using his toes to help him remove his shoes. “I’m Maverick.”
“Maverick? Looks like we’re both using our pretend names tonight.”
He snickers and shoves his ripped denim down his legs. “Nothing pretend. That’s what’s on my birth certificate and everything. My parents say it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy and that they made me weird by giving me the name, but…” He shrugs and takes a step toward me. “Being weird is more fun. I always end up in exciting new situations. Like this one.”
He steps between my legs, and I wrap my hands around his waist, resting my palms on his lower back.
At the same time, we both jerk our heads back.
