Page 52 of Knot All is Crystal
I’m on fire.
My clothes are too tight.
They’re scratchy.
I have to get them off.
I pull at the dress, but it doesn’t move, collared around my neck. I take off the harness, garters, and stockings. Kieran doesn’t stop me. In fact, he drops the leash and lets me stand up.
No longer on the floor, I can see the hunger in the foreign Alpha’s eyes. I can see how tightly they’re holding themselves back. I can smell the pheromones leaking off of them.
One smells marginally better than the others, and I try to parse out which one.
Maybe he’ll help me.
Reaching under my dress and pulling off my slick-soaked panties, I move to approach the Spanish Alpha.
Maybe I can pretend he’s Emmanuel. That sounds like an acceptable plan.
Instead, Puck wraps his arms around my waist. “I don’t think so, Queenie,” he mutters in my ear.
“This demonstration is certainly enlightening. Kieran, I think we can come to a regular trade agreement,” the Asian Alpha says calmly. “Let me take care of your Omega for you. She is in pain.”
I strain to get out of Puck’s arms. “Alpha,” I whine, reaching forward. “I hurt.”
I know my body is betraying me.
I know I’m putting myself in a dangerous situation.
But I can’t help it.
I may as well be in heat, and I’m in a room full of hungry Alphas.
“No, that won’t be necessary,” Kieran snaps. “She is not on the menu. You’ve seen its effect now.”
“She could be faking,” the Russian says, blatantly adjusting himself. “We won’t know unless we try her out.”
Puck picks up my panties from where I discarded them and tosses them towards the Alphas. They land on the table with an embarrassingly wet “plop.”
“Proof,” he spits at them. If he were an Alpha, he would’ve growled, without a doubt. “Shall I take her away now, boss?” He asks Kieran, tightening his arms around my waist.
Kieran waves us away, and Puck throws me over his shoulder. I wiggle, trying to get down. “Alpha, please, Alpha, please help!”
Puck smacks me on the ass. “Stay still, Queenie. Let me get you out of here, okay?”
“Smell so good,” I murmur, wrapping my arms around his waist the best I can. I bury my face in his back between his shoulder blades. “How do you smell so good as a Beta?”
“Good cologne,” he grumbles.
I have no idea where he’s taking me, but my pain is getting worse. “I need to come,” I pant, rubbing my thighs together. His fingers tighten on my flesh. “Please, please, please, Puck, I’m hurting.”
“I’m not going to do that, Queenie,” he says softly. “This isn’t you. It isn’t what you want.”
“It is,” I whine. “You’re so hot for the bad guy. It’s not fair. The villains aren’t supposed to be sexy.”
He stiffens. “Is that how you see me? Am I the villain in your story?” If I had more of my wits about me, I would maybe recognize the hurt in his voice as he continues. “I’m not just a bad guy. I’ve always taken care of you.”
“You do Kieran’s bidding.” I squirm in his arms, practically humping his shoulder. “But you are good to me,” I admit reluctantly. “I trust you. Please, please. I need help.”
