Page 63 of In Knots

“Yes,” I croak. I’m putty in his hands.

“Then you just need to move with it, Omega. Like this.” He sways us in time to the music, allowing me to find the rhythm, encouraging my stiff spine to loosen and my body to relax.

“That’s it, hot cheeks. Just feel the music.”

“How did you learn to dance like this?” I ask him, noting the way his hand splays over my back and caresses the skin as we move.

“It comes naturally. Like sex.”

“I don’t think sex comes naturally to everyone,” I mutter.

“It does to us though, doesn’t it? It does to alphas and omegas. We were made for it. Aren’t you beginning to learn that?”

Heat crawls up my neck and bleeds into my cheeks. Bear leans a little away and reads my face.

“Ahhh, I made you blush.” He shakes his head. “You’re fucking irresistible when you blush.”

I hold my knuckles up to my hot face. “I hate how I do that.”

“You shouldn’t. You should own it. Desire, sexuality, it’s powerful. Use it.” He grips me tighter. “Hold on to me, Omega.”

He bends his legs and rolls his hips into mine, mimicking the movements of those around us. The first time our hips clash erratically and my blush deepens. But regardless, electricity spins in my stomach. It’s provocative, suggestive, and my mind wanders back to the previous few hours.

The second time I still haven’t got the rhythm of it, and then I do, rolling my hips with him, my whole body seeming to mould against his, responding to his movements, mirroring them. We’re so close I can feel his hot breath against my cheek, can hear the rush of it above the music.

His hands descend lower, grabbing the cheeks of my arse, shifting me even closer, forcing me to respond to his every move.

“You’re a fast learner, little one.”

“I want to learn,” I whisper, not sure he can even hear. “I want to learn everything.”

“And we will teach you.”

“We?” I pant.

“Isn’t that what you want? All of us?”

I bite my lip, my forehead falling against his shoulders as his thigh rubs between my legs making me wet and aroused, that now familiar throb pulsing in my sex.

“You’re coming home with us tonight?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Shit, I like the idea of having a little omega around the place. Like the idea of havingyouaround, hot cheeks.”

His hardness presses into my stomach as we dance and I’m amazed how turned on he is, amazed someone like me could turn on an alpha like this. He’s right. It is powerful. Powerful and liberating.

The music fades and the loud guitar riff of another rock song blasts out. Some of the couples break apart, others slink away to darkened corners, and other dancers crowd the space.

More people slap Bear’s shoulder, a few whisper comments into his ear that make him laugh.

He takes my hand and pulls me back to the table.

“Fuck,” Buzz says, as I drop down on the stool beside him. “What the Hell did you do to her?”

“What?” I say, gazing around at their faces.

Buzz leans closer, “You look horny as Hell, baby?”

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