Page 39 of Knot Happening

He’s so big. Built like Hayden. Like Declan. Tall, broad shoulders, muscular arms. The black cotton fabric of his shirt clings to the muscles of his chest, with the short sleeves showing off the tattoos that swirl down the bulge of his arms. The dark wash blue jeans do nothing to hide the hulking bulge in the front that strains against his zipper.

Jesus.

Physically speaking, he’s certainly my type. But there is always the chance his scent could be awful… My scent could be unpleasant to him as well.

I can’t see his face or hair because of the ski mask that only has two small holes for his eyes. I can’t see the color from here. It’s too dark in this room anyway. A thrill rushes through me at the sight. This feels like a dirty secret. I bite my lip to contain my whimper.

I keep dancing, waiting for him to say something, my heart picking up speed with every second. I’ve only been in here for maybe five minutes, and now that the Alpha has joined me, I’m feeling even more unsteady. My body glistens with sweat as I struggle to keep myself focused.What will he ask of me? What will he want to do to me?

He moves confidently through the room, stopping close enough that he could reach out and touch me, and his scent of bergamot and sandalwood washes over me.

He must be releasing calming pheromones, because I falter. I have to stop dancing to balance myself against the chrome pole in the middle of the stage as his scent hits me so hard I nearly moan. My chest heaves with every breath I take. As the effects of this Alpha rush through my system, my body loosens up, slick gathers in the lace of my underwear, and my breathing gets heavier.

“I’m Tatum,” I say on a breathy sigh, instantly cursing myself for not giving him the name I go by here at work. Too late now.

“Kodiak,” he says, and my eyes go wide.

“My boss said you prefer to be anonymous.” Whatever his pheromones are doing to me, they’re also fucking with my filter. Loosening me up, making me want to give in.

“I do. But I want to hear you moaning my name. That can’t happen unless you know whose name to scream when that slick gushes from you.” The tall, strong alpha surprises me as he reaches out, gripping my hips, and pulls me into him. I instinctually wrap my legs around him, and don’t try to stop him from carrying me across the room toward the couch.

No need to guess what this room is used for with the multiple surfaces to lay an Omega across. At least I know it’s well cleaned every night.

“Woah, you’re not wasting any time,” I giggle breathlessly, feeling a little awkward, my arms resting on his shoulders as he takes a seat, and my legs are forced wide to straddle him.

“I’m intrigued by you. The way you move. How sweet and shy you are. Fuck. The way these look on you…” Kodiak touches the bows at the top of my stockings with his large hands.

“You’ve been watching me?” I ask, practically panting because of how nervous I am, even though his pheromones are working overtime to turn me into a horny mess.

The last time I was this turned on–you know what? No. I don’t want to think about my first heat, or Hayden, right now.

“Only a little,” he growls, as he pushes the fingers of one of his big hands into the hair at the base of my neck and pulls me into him. He buries his mask-covered face against the curve of my neck, nuzzling me. Instinct has me seeking out the heat of his skin as I reach down for the hem of his shirt, and start tugging it up. He’s completely dressed, and I’m in lingerie on his lap. There are entirely too many layers between us as the haze of my lust-addled brain takes over. He lets me remove his shirt, careful not to let his mask come off too.

There’s no denying that Kodiak is a compatible Alpha. Sitting in this man’s lap, I’m way more comfortable than I should be with a masked stranger, but it’s almost like the mask allows this moment to feel like a dream.

It’s not real, and when it’s over, I can pretend it was just a delicious fantasy.

His natural scent is somewhat masked by a cologne, with hints of bergamot and sandalwood peaking through. I breathe in deeply, wishing I could kiss him.

“I’m not experienced,” I say, as I lean down, and tentatively press little kisses to his bare chest. The throbbing feel of him below me seems to harden with the touch.

“I heard,” he confirms, his hands gripping my hips firmly as he thrusts up against my slick center. This all feels so good that I’ve nearly forgotten I’m supposed to be doing this for money when he reaches up to unclasp my bra.

“That costs extra,” I say in a husky tone. As much as I want to just let go and have fun, I need to be smart. This is a job, not a hookup. “More to touch.”

“How much more, little Omega?”

“I–I don’t know. Declan said I needed to negotiate. This is my first time doing this. What do you want to do?” I nibble my lip, staring into his eyes as I lean back. It’s dark in here, but there’s enough lighting to see they’re a bright blue. I can just barely see enough of the area around his left eye to tell that it’s scarred.

“Fifty thousand, and you let me do everything I want.” He hasn’t released his controlling grip on my hips, but he’s holding me steady. His words don’t fully sink in, because I’m so distracted by the touch of his skin against mine.

Then I realize what he’s said. How much he’s offering.

“What's everything?” I whisper, voice shaking as the reality of what that kind of money could do for Mom.

“If I could? Make you come. Fuck you raw. Come inside this sweet pussy,” he grunts like he’s barely holding onto his control.

“Will you knot me?” I ask, not sure what I want him to say. When I told my boss I didn’t want this unknown Alpha to knot me, he was a stranger. Right now… Well, he doesn’t feel like a stranger…

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