Page 22 of Knot All is Crystal
It’s not possible.
Nope.
I refuse.
But –
“You smell like cotton candy,” he murmurs, dragging his nose down the curve of my neck. “Like going to the circus and getting a big, fluffy cone of pink and blue spun sugar that sticks to my fingers and the roof of my mouth.”
His pupils are blown wide, breaking through the cloudy film that the fizz left.
“You’re my scent match.”
I bark out an uncomfortable laugh. “Oh, honey, that’s the fizz,” I lie, lie, lie through my clenched teeth.
Because this Alpha smells like marzipan. Sweet, toasted almonds.
“I’ve had fizz before. It’s never done this,” he says between kisses up my neck. His tongue traces my skin as if he can catch a taste of me for confirmation, and I struggle to keep my composure.
“It’s a new batch,” I insist.
I’ve dreaded meeting my scent match. I cannot bring someone into this shit show that is my life. It puts them and the people they love at risk.
And even though I never wanted to be tied down to an Alpha, lately, I’ve fantasized about having a pack and living an everyday, domestic life. Some people fantasize about traveling or winning the lottery, maybe fucking someone famous in a single night of passion.
Not me.
I just want a quiet life with an Alpha or two, with some pets, where we make enough money to spoil my niece, and I don’t have to sell drugs to keep my family alive.
But it’s not in the cards for me.
In this world, the Queen is just a pawn with a crown.
But if I can make him believe this is the fizz, I can have the evening with him. It’s more than I thought I would ever get.
More than I deserve.
It’ll have to be enough.
“Wild that a drug can make me think you’re my scent match,” he slurs, fisting my hair and pulling my hair back. “It feels so real.”
I drag my hands across his slim stomach. I let myself get a good look at him for the first time, trying to memorize every part of him. Rich brown eyes are sunken deep into his skull, with a strong nose and a full bottom lip. His smile is lopsided and mischievous, and his shaggy brown hair dusts his ears and forehead. He’s slim, much slimmer than Alphas typically are, but tall.
He’s like a stick bug.
The thought has me giggling.
Still, he’s incredibly handsome, and I have no idea why he’s at a pleasure den. He could get just about any woman to sleep with him.
But he’s mine.
At least for tonight.
I cup his cheek and pull his mouth to mine. When our lips crash together, my body lights up, and the fizz decides to roar to the surface. I whine in his mouth, and he snarls, pushing me down on the bed and crawling on top of me.
Our tongues tangle as he reaches under my skirt to find me bare, and he groans in satisfaction as he drags his fingers through my folds.
“So much slick, and all for me,” he says against my mouth. “All mine. Mine, mine, mine,” he chants, pulling his fingers to his mouth and sucking them in. His hips buck in the air as he tastes me. The way he loses control over me is going to go to my head. It’s going to make me want to keep him, damn the consequences.
