Page 56 of Knot a Thief

I grip her chin between my thumb and middle finger, and say, “Be careful, little thief. We could put you through hell for stealing from us.” I could say so much more to her right now, but I know that won’t end well.

She purrs as desperation releases from her lips and her eyes stay on mine.

That’s better. Just like omegas should be. Needy and desperate.

“You signed yourself over to us, omega. You understand that?”

“We all signed the contract for my heat. It’s Club Indulgence’s rule.”

I smile. It is their rule. But she also signed her body over to us for as long as we need it. Her smile quickly turns to a groan.

Her eyelids flutter and close as her heat grips her body.

She moans before blinking up at Max and begging, “Knot me.” Her voice is so weak, opposite to her usual boldness.

“You want this?” he asks, removing his shirt and handing her the pheromone soaked fabric.

The door closes.

I turn to the sound, smiling because Seb has finally left the room.

When I turn back to Ava, she’s still in the fetal position and hugging Max’s shirt as she presses her nose against it, intensely inhaling his scent.

Max, normally so matter-of-fact about Ava being his scent match, is now enthralled as she purrs and squirms.

“I need …”

“We know, little thief.” I remove my shirt. Her wild eyes meet mine as she grabs it. “Have you ever been knotted?”

“Knot me,” she moans as a gush of slick coats her inner thighs.

Despite the beef I have with Ava, I’m not a monster and if Seb is her only sexual partner, we’ll need to take it easy regardless of her slick.

I search her face as she blinks up at me, her normally sparkling bright blue eyes now darkening.

“Answer the question, omega,” Max asks again. “Have you ever been knotted?”

“I have a knotty toy,” she groans as her eyes roam the room, looking for something. “I need it.”

“You’ll get the real thing, little thief,” I say as Max takes a tablet from his pants pocket before he drops his pants and boxers.

“Please,” Ava groans, staring at his massive, thick cock.

Her newly revealed perfume permeates the air.

“I’ll give you a little taste, omega.” Max slides his thumb over the glistening end of his cock, before sliding it over her bottom lip.

“Mm.” Ava’s tongue slides along, tasting him. Her eyes roll into the back of her head.

“Open up,” Max says. Ava obeys, and he places the tablet on her tongue.

She won’t be able to resist it. It’s coated in his taste, his pheromones, but it’s also going to make sure she gets pregnant during this heat.

She swallows it back greedily.

We don’t know if Ava is on birth control. She’s never had a heat and her lover is a beta. It’s not that betas can’t get an omega pregnant, but the chances are slim.

But Max doesn’t want to take any chances and this way, the powerful drug will prepare her body to give him the egg he craves, and will neutralize any birth control in her body.

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