Page 2 of Knot for Me
“Where are you going?” another asks, stepping out of my way to avoid being run over.
I ignore her and burst into the hallway, thankful none of the production crew is in sight. With quick steps, I head to the exit. If I leave, they’ll only bring me back next month for the next round of assignments, but that’s at least thirty days of freedom.
A door opens directly in front of me, and a guy walks out. We crash into each other and his scent wraps around me.
A beta.
A plan forms in my head. It’s probably the worst idea I’ve ever had, but being assigned is worse than the consequences of what I’m about to do.
“Sorry,” he says, glancing over my tight white dress, gaze lingering on my legs.
Men. So fucking typical but so fucking fortunate.
“Come here,” I say, grabbing his shirt and opening a door on the opposite side of the hall. A supply closet. Not ideal, but good enough.
“What—”
“Shut up and take your clothes off.” I tug us inside the small room and hike the skirt of my dress up, yanking off my thong.
His face fills with shock. “Jesus, you’re serious?”
“Dead serious. Are you going to fuck me, or do I have to do it myself?”
Omegas aren’t meant to be mouthy. You sit down, shut up, and do as you’re told.
I shove that nasty memory aside and grab his pants. He helps me get him out of them, dick already hard by the time we finish. Without much preparation, he drives into me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight. What’s your name?”
“Shh,” I say, squeezing my own tits to try and get myself going.
“I’m. Teddy,” he says between thrusts.
Like I fucking care.
He pounds into me like I’m his own personal punching bag and his cock is his fist. The more he drives into me, the more my body starts to awaken, my inner wanton side ready to play now. Teddy will never get an omega mate. Betas aren’t allowed to mate omegas. He’s not even that good looking compared to alphas, but for now, I can mildly enjoy having sex with him. He’ll never give me what I need, though. My body is primed and ready for a knot, or three, or fifty. Joking… fifty is unheard of. Knowing my birth control will prevent any of the tiny little beta sperm from sneaking inside of one of my eggs and impregnating me is an added bonus to the horrible decision I’m making.
Teddy is a means to an end.
My end.
He doesn’t know I’m on birth control, he didn’t ask. Icanhave babies with betas, but any alphas I give birth to would be considered mixed breed. Low pack. Not royal. Royal alphas only come from purebred alpha lines. He’d probably love to have one though. I don’t care what Teddy thinks he’s getting out of this encounter.
All that matters is that, despite the lack of a knot, I’m on the verge of coming. I slip my hand between our bodies and rub my clit, giving myself exactly what I need and what Teddy fails to deliver. Stimulation.
As an omega, I could have sex all day and night, but without an alpha and proper assistance, I’ll be raw.
Maybe I should become a nun. Though if I did join up, I wouldn’t be able to come— “Oh fuck, yes. Yes. Jesus, Teddy.”
A bit dramatic, considering I’m the one who got me there, but the point is to make a scene. A very loud, messy scene. There’s no other way I’m getting out of this stupid Compatibility Ceremony.
Teddy grunts in time with my moans as he pounds into me hard enough to slam my back into the wall over and over again. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” Teddy says.
I chuckle and dig my nails into his shoulders. “Harder.”
And boy does he listen. I press down hard on my clit, hoping to get another one in while he goes to pound town, moving with determined strokes. A minute later, we’re both shouting with our releases. Our screams are cut short when the supply closet door is ripped open. The sounds cutting out like a needle being pulled off a record. Silence spreads between us. Our bodies are still joined as we turn to take in Camila, the head of the Omega Council and the bitch responsible for the Compatibility Ceremony.
Well, technically, it was the Royal Council’s idea, but she manages and operates the event.
