Page 17 of Big Knot Energy (Shadowverse)

“And here I am,” he said, holding his arms out and grinning as though he’d made the best joke. “Just one dance while you’re waiting.”

“Sorry I’m late, baby,” a male said from behind me, turning the stool so he could cup my cheeks and plant a kiss directly to my lips.

Even with the scent filtration system working overdrive, I inhaled the most delicious chocolate covered strawberries. The taste was even better when his tongue touched the seam of my lips and I opened immediately for him. I hadn’t had much more than a glimpse of seafoam green eyes and wild, long, curly hair before he’d slanted his mouth over mine.

The alpha growled in frustration, but eventually, I felt more than heard him leave my side.

“I think the coast is clear,” the man – theomega– said against my lips.

All I could do for a few seconds was blink at him, my eyes devouring every inch of his beautiful face. He had a strong jaw,straight nose, thick, dark brows, dark lashes that lined a pair of eyes I could stare into for hours, and the most beautiful hair that suddenly made me feel a little self-conscious about my own that I’d only recently started to grow back after fleeing Antonio. I no longer felt the need to keep it shorter since the three alphas I lived with would never grab the tresses to hold me still while they beat me senseless.

“You okay?” he asked, bending at the knees to see eye to eye with me.

“Huh? Oh. Yeah. Yes. Thank you.” I raised my hands and touched my fingertips to my lips. I swore they tingled and my whole body was warm.

This man was absolutely an omega, yet he was so tall. Not quite as big as Ax, Enzo, or Cyrus, but at least close to six feet tall. And he was ripped and solid. I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen an omega so…big. Even the male omegas tended to be on the smaller and softer side. Not this guy.

He was…holy shit, he was hot.

Or the alcohol was officially kicking in. I was definitely feeling buzzed and now, after that toe curling kiss, I was definitely feeling horny, as well.

“Amir,” he said, offering his hand, then bringing mine to his lips to feather a kiss to my knuckles.

A giggle tore from me as I ducked my gaze a second. I’d only ever seen a man kiss a woman’s hand in the damn movies. No one I’d ever been with had ever done something so sweet and romantic.

“Isabelle.Issa,” I said.

I glanced over my shoulder again, looking for Cyrus, but he was with another group, pouring drinks into a row of shot glasses.

“Want to dance?” he asked.

“Uh…” I wasn’t sure where Enzo was, and Ax was getting ready backstage. But they’d assured me there was plenty of security here to make sure I was safe. Surely, being on the dance floor couldn’t be seen as risky being as I would be surrounded by so many people.

And, it might have been stupid, but Amir didn’t feel like a threat, and not only because he was an omega.

“Yeah. Actually, I’d love to dance.”

When was the last time I’d gone dancing? When was the last time I’d truly let myself just…be? I literally couldn’t remember. Whether because it had been so long, because the alcohol was officially screaming through my veins, or because my body was hyper aware of everything Amir did from the moment he wrapped his hand around mine to pull me onto the dance floor to when his body pressed close to mine and began to move to the beat, his moves as smooth and sure as Ax’s.

One of his big hands was pressed to the small of my back, the other held my hand. Our lower halves were pressed so firmly I could feel his hard length against my belly.

Between the alcohol, my unrequited crush on my pack, this omega’s delicious scent, and the beat, I began to wonder if this was how an omega felt before going into heat.

Tilting my head back, I smiled up at him, pressing myself closer. I had never been good at coming out and asking for what I wanted, probably because it had never mattered to anyone in my life.

But in the three short months since I’d moved in with Enzo, Ax, and Cyrus, they’d shown me alphas and the opposite sex of any designation could be kind and caring and generous. They’d taught me it was okay to be myself.

Problem was I was still trying to figure that out. I had no idea who I was if I wasn’t the daughter of Pack Alvarez, if I wasn’t the beta of Antonio Rossi.

Amir’s striking green eyes bore into mine as the sexiest smirk pulled up his pillowy lips. Did he have a pack? Did he have alphas somewhere in this club or at home waiting for him? And how free it must have been to simply be able to go out without either someone hawk eying your every movement or dictating your every step.

The music slowly faded out and the lights dimmed until only the bar was lit.

“Ladies and gents, put your hands together for the men of The Vault!” someone called over the big speakers all around the room.

Amir didn’t release his hold on me, instead moving me to stand infront of him and wrapping his arms around my waist to keep my back to his front.

And yep, he was still sporting a rather impressive boner that rested against my ass through his pants and my skimpy dress.

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