Page 57 of Knot Happening

“Kiss me,” I whisper, consequences can get fucked.

When he kisses me, I gasp against his lips.

Declan is half feral as he bites my lip and licks away the sting. He kisses me like I have never been kissed before. Like he’s losing control because of how badly he wants me. Like he wishes he could consume me.

When I break away for air, he growls.

“Fuck, Omega. I just want a little taste…” He releases my hand, gripping my thigh with both of his. He adjusts me in his lap, until he’s looking over my shoulder, down my body at where his fingers now caress my inner thigh.

My skin pebbles with the simple touch, and I swallow thickly. We both watch as his hand disappears under the hem of my dress. When his fingers lightly flutter over my opening, then up to my clit, I moan. He’s barely touching me, but it’s enough to draw a needy whine out of my chest.

He uses his thighs to open mine wider, and my head falls back against his shoulder as he circles the nub so fucking lightly. I’m panting and gasping, and my hips are rolling, chasing the friction. He dips the tip of his finger lower, into my soaked folds, before trailing them up once again.

I’m so close, my thighs shake, and I’m gasping tiny breaths, when he pulls his hand away. I whimper, which makes him grin, and I watch as he lifts his fingers to his lips and licks them.

His deep groan hits me straight in my core, and my pussy clenches around nothing, another gush of slick wetting my thighs.

“Fuck, you taste like my new favorite dessert.” When he grabs my chin, kissing me once again, I taste myself on his tongue. The limo stops, and just a few moments later, I’m startled by the sound of knocking on the window. The pristine black stone and glass windows of the hotel just behind him look elegant and way outside my comfort zone.

Declan helps me off his lap, and I tug the straps of my dress up, covering my breasts. He adjusts himself, smirking at me as I watch him with wide eyes. I clench my thighs together, worried about the wetness there.

“Come on.” He grabs my wrist and tries to tug me with him, but I shake my head.

“Declan, I-I can’t.” I blush bright red, unable to meet his eyes. He pauses, looking me over.

“Worried you’ll make a mess?” He moves until he’s kneeling before me, and with warm hands on my thighs he pries them apart, exposing my center to him.

I cover my face with my hands, but then he growls. “Watch me clean you, Omega.” Declan holds eye contact as he lifts my dress up to my hips, and then leans in. I’m mesmerized as he licks one thigh, and then the other. Over and over again, he licks his way closer and closer to my center.

I’m held prisoner by the hungry look in his eyes as his tongue swipes into my pussy, barely caressing my clit before he leans back and wipes a thumb across his bottom lip and sucks it clean.

“There, all clean,” he chuckles as I stare at him with wide eyes. The satisfaction radiating from him leaves me slightly breathless as he pulls me out of the back of the limo, keeping my trembling form close to his side and into the hotel.

My anxiety spikes, and he must smell the change in my scent, because he pulls me closer to him.

“Don’t worry, Tatum. I didn’t bring you here to lock you in a hotel room and fuck your brains out,” he chuckles, and I look up at him with bug eyes. He boops my nose, leading me further into the lobby of the hotel, and to the back until we step into an elevator. “As wonderful as that sounds, I cannot fuck an employee,” he says in a serious tone.

“But you can clean the slick off her thighs with your tongue?”

The elevator doors shut, and the second they do, he’s pressing me against the wall, his body trapping me in place as he kisses me again, hands buried in my hair.

“I plan to do a lot of things with my tongue tonight, Tatum. All of them to make you scream my name.”

He growls the words against my lips and kisses me again. When he finally comes up for air, I glance at the number he hit.

“The top?” I ask, frowning, and he nods, burning his face against my neck, nuzzling me. A scent mark. I melt immediately. Alphas reserve that for their mates… I’m entirely too distracted by the elevator racing to my doom, to fully understand what’sjust happened, even as my instincts take over, opening me up to the Alpha.

“Mmhmm,” he murmurs, not really paying attention.

“Now might be a bad time to tell you I’m terrified of heights.”

“That’s okay.”

“Declan.” I push at his shoulders until he leans back enough to look me in the eyes. “I’m like really terrified of heights. Just being on this elevator is more than I can take.” Just then we come to a stop, the doors opening with a ding, and cool air hits me as the dark night sky comes into view. Fairy lights attached to terraces light up the rooftop garden, and I gasp. On shaking legs, I take several steps forward and out of the metal death trap.

“Like it?”

I’m in awe of the unexpected beauty before me, enough to distract me from my bone rattling fear, as Declan circles his arms around my waist. I lean into his warmth as I take in the sight. The stars, the flowers, the fairy lights. All of it is stunning. Magical.

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