Page 73 of Knot Enough
I was on my way back to our table after going to the bathroom. The guys were so clingy, it was crazy. I had to threaten them with no sex for them to let me go alone.
“Valerie?” The call was muffled and sudden. I didn’t get a chance to search for the voice because a hand wrapped around my bicep.
The flashing lights only allowed a brief glimpse of him. He was incredibly pretty and huge. I yanked at my arm andnot mine.
“What are you doing?” I scowled.
“Let her go, Zade,” Grimm snapped, his arm going around my waist and his other one reaching over to grip his forearm.
Zade’s eyebrows rose.
“Where the fuck have you both been?” he snapped at Grimm and looked back down at me.
“Take your filthy hand offmyOmega,” Kane came in hot, getting in Zade’s face, who finally released me with his hands up. They converged on me so quickly, there was no doubt they’d been watching me close by from the start, only giving me the illusion that I’d been alone.
“Reapers,” he hissed, backing up with a sneer at Kane. Rath stood behind him, arms crossed and glaring.
“You joined their pack?” Zade asked, eyebrows furrowed. He looked closer at me. “You’re not Val . . .”
“No shit,” Rath said with a smirk.
A large bouncer approached, talking into his earpiece.
“No fighting,” he ordered. Rath lifted his hands.
Another male pushed through; he was slim and just as attractive. His eyes flicked over the scene with his lips turned down.
“Grimm?” he asked.
“Kells.”
Kells’ gaze dropped to mine, and he squinted, studying me hard. Kane had stiffened against me.
“Where’s Valerie?” he asked.
Was this her Dolion Pack?
“No idea,” Grimm shrugged. “Last I heard, she was messing around with a pack up north.”
Kells frowned and backed up.
“So she just left?” He looked so sad. I felt bad for him. He seemed heartbroken. But as bad as I felt, all I could think about was how hot it’d become in here.
“Forget about her, kid.” Grimm sounded as gentle as I’d heard him.
“I’m done,” Kells said, dejected. “I’m done.” He shook his head, tears flooding his eyes. He disappeared into the crowd. I was warm. Really warm. I fanned my face, but nothing was helping.
“He’s a good kid,” Grimm tsked.
That familiar heat worsened, and I pulled at the collar of my shirt.
I grabbed Kane’s arm.
“Kane,” I gasped and staggered forward until my body was flush to his. His hand settled on my spine, and I arched toward the touch. I whimpered, rubbing my cheek against his chest. I knew exactly what this meant now. The painful need that bloomed in my stomach was easy to pinpoint because nothing felt like this. “My heat.”
Kane stiffened and pulled me in front of him. He waved down Axel, who was getting our drinks. Grimm caught on quickly and stepped in front of us, clearing the path to the exit. The writhing crowd blurred, and it was all I could do not to arch back into Kane.
Finally, we got outside, and it was easier to hear.
