Page 12 of A Knotty Choice: The Seduction of Sharon

I could feel the way his base was starting to bulge, the growing knot signaling that he was getting close. I wanted to feel his knot stretching me, but a glance at the crowded room reminded me that would mean being locked to him for however long it took for it to deflate, in full view of everyone.

“No. Knot.”

I had to gasp the words between impacts, the breath rushing from me each time he slammed in. My core was fluttering, the tension already rebuilt to what it had been before my first orgasm, and I was ready to come when he did.

My entrance was burning with the pull and drag of the bulge with each thrust, but the pleasure spiraling through me was too great to care. The omega part of me wanted him to ignore what I’d said and knot me anyway, but the tiny part of my brain still able to rationalize knew it would be awkward. I’d barely spoken to this alpha and being tied to him could end up uncomfortable. I’d rather be able to slink away and have a nice confidence-boosting memory without the fuss.

His pace grew erratic, and for a moment I thought he might forget after all. When he tried to pull back my channel didn’t want to release him, and I felt the first spray of cum burn along my insides with his knot still stretching my entrance.

His fingers slipped down to where I was spread open, rubbing tight circles on my clit. The sensation made me clench, the pain of his knot not being where it was supposed to be making me whine, but it sent me over the edge I’d been clinging to.

Alex pulled the rest of the way out as I shuddered through my orgasm, my empty core spasming with each hot brand of cum that landed on my ass and thighs. The second whine over not having him locked inside me was unavoidable, my base instincts disappointed by the loss, but as I came down from the release, I let out a relieved sigh.

Two fingers dragged through the mess on my backside before pushing through my entrance, sending me up on my toes as my body debated over whether it was too much or just right. Another hand smeared through more of the cooling seed, spreading it across one ass cheek before the grip tightened.

“Perfection.”

His fingers pumped inside me as he groaned the word, and warmth spread through my chest even as he forced a moan from my throat. His hand twisted, thumb pressing to my sensitive nub, and suddenly I was trembling through another orgasm as I gasped against the tabletop.

The fingers lingered, gently coaxing my release along until it was too much, and my hips twitched away from his touch. I was wrung out, my thighs quivering, and I didn’t know how I’d be able to walk from the stage, much less continue to stand through the rest of the party.

My skirt was smoothed down over my bare ass with another squeeze before my upper half was being lifted. I was turned and pulled against a hard chest, a hand under my chin forcing my head back so I had to look up into dark eyes.

“I want you to keep my scent on you. You’re going to go home and strip, then go to bed without showering. You’re not allowed to wash off my seed until morning.”

A shiver went down my spine at the look he was giving me. Sated and weary, my instincts were in control, and I dropped my gaze to his firm lips.

“Yes, alpha.”

The chest I was pressed against vibrated with a purr that melted what was left of the tension in my body, turning my brain to pure mush. Stranger or not, I wanted to snuggle against him and beg him to keep purring for me.

“Go get your things and tell them you’re leaving. Be my good girl and do what I said.”

I shivered again, my core giving a weak clench. No one would call me a good girl, but I could be his good girl, if only for tonight.

“Yes, alpha,” I whispered again.

He held me a moment longer before the purr ended and his arms moved away. The loss made me feel cold and lost, but a quick glance up made my stomach tighten. The alpha had given me orders, and he was watching to see if I complied.

The first few steps were difficult, my legs not wanting to hold me up after such a thorough fucking, but I grew steadier as I pushed on. There were less people filling the theater as I passed through it, and I realized some must have started leaving. Others were busy on the couches or against the walls, and spotting Emily spit roasted by two massive alphas assuaged any guilt over giving in to temptation instead of working.

Sarah was behind the bar with the bartenders when I came into the room to deposit my apron. I grimaced at the dampness of it, but there was nothing to be done.

“The party is technically over, so you’re free to go. Toss the apron in there.”

I was relieved when she pointed to an opening under the bar for the apron, and after slipping the envelope inside from the pocket to my bra, I tossed it in. Unsure what to say, I offered a halfhearted smile and wave.

“Thanks. Have a good night.”

Her brow twitched and she smiled, the first one I’d seen on the seemingly serious omega.

“I will. Get some rest.”

There was no judgement on her face and the worry that had started to grow loosened. I had to pass back through the theater to get to the exit I knew, but I resisted the urge to look up at the stage. This was a one-time thing, and while it had been fun, it could all be ruined if I looked up there and saw another female. It was better to make a clean break and slip away with the warm glow from his purr.

There were guards waiting outside the door, though none of them were the one who’d brought me to the room.

“Staying or leaving?”

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