Page 53 of Knot All is Crystal
“I can’t fuck you, Crystal,” he says again.
I groan. “Why does my name sound so erotic on your tongue?” I push myself up on his back, trying to get a look at him. My eyes fixate on his mouth. “Your tongue would feel really good right now.”
He chuckles as he descends the stairs to the pleasure dens. I start to thrash. “Please, no, don’t leave me there alone again. Please, I want my nest.”
“You need relief. They’ve got toys.”
“I need more than toys!” I snap. “Puck, please. You can’t leave me to suffer.”
Slowly, he sets me down, my chest dragging down his front before my feet hit the ground. He grabs me by the shoulders. “Crystal. Push through the haze for a fucking second, will you?”
I pinch my skin and twist, holding it as I stare him down. The pain lessens the effect the fizz is having on me, and I feel more lucid.
And so grateful to Puck for getting me out of that room.
“Alright, feeling a little better?” he asks softly. I nod, holding the flesh between my fingers as I stare into the bottomless depths of his black eyes. “I can’t and won’t, fuck you, Crystal. But I don’t like seeing you desperate and in pain, and I worry if I leave you alone in the pleasure den, you’ll go snag a customer again.”
“I will,” I tell him honestly. “I totally will.”
He pinches between his eyes and groans. “You’re so fucking stubborn, Christ,” he mutters. “Why do you have to be so stubborn?” He scrubs his hands down his face with a loud exhale.
“Fine. I can’t fuck you. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you come.”
NINETEEN
Alarms are blaringin my head.
I’m on a collision course to ruin.
This is a bad idea.
A colossal mistake.
I cannot imagine anything worse that I could be doing.
If Kieran finds out, he’ll kill me.
Crystal will likely come out of this in the morning and be furious that I took advantage of her. But I can’t let her suffer alone.
Because once again, on my watch, she’s high on fizz against her will.
And I did fuck all to stop it.
I’m trying to tell myself I couldn’t have done anything because Kieran holds the power, and I’m not going to challenge him in a fucking room of crime lords.
But shouldn’t I have at least tried? For Queenie?
She sucks my fingers into her mouth from the passenger seat of my car, her other hand making obscene noises as it plunges in and out of her slick cunt.
I almost took her to the pleasure dens, but if anyone saw me go into the room with her and not come out, chances are Kieran would kill me. Queenie is off-limits to everyone—even me.
“Are your lights back on?” I ask as I carry her to the door of her townhome. She makes an affirmative mewling noise as I cart her inside. “Where is your nest, Omega?”
She moans, hands dragging over my body, lighting me on fire. “Little closet.”
Eventually, I find what she’s referencing. It’s a nesting room, but she’s right that it’s barely bigger than a walk-in closet. I lay her down on the dark surface, where she immediately starts to strip out of the tiny dress Kieran forced her to wear.
In seconds, she’s completely bare in front of me, her body flushed, her thighs slick.
