Page 4 of Knight Life In Vegas

“You know the words, gorgeous?”

My cheeks warmed. He had caught me humming along. “They’re definitely coming back to me.”

He spun me around, pressing the length of my back against his chest, his lips brushing over my ear, and my nerves lit up like a Christmas tree. “Want to sing for me?”

“I think I need a couple more drinks before that,” I said with a laugh.

“I’ll settle for the song of your body.”

I laughed again. “What a line.”

“All I have is my smoothness to compete with these young folks.”

He spun me again and I hooked my arm around the back of his neck as the music slid into a song about a scorned woman getting sweet revenge.

“How old are you that the people in here are young?”

“Thirty-six. Is that too old for you?”

I couldn’t stop the giggles that leapt out of me. “You’re a baby.”

“Only an ageless goddess descended to earth would think that.”

“Not ageless,” I replied. “I’ll be forty-three next month.”

He pressed me closer, his purr rumbling through me. “Wisdomandbeauty. How did I get so lucky?”

I wasn’t feeling particularly wise lately, but I didn’t bother to correct him.

“Dip,” he said a second before clutching my waist and sweeping me in an arc that ended with me breathless against him, and my hair a mess. “And spin.”

He clutched my hand and flung me out into the crowd before luring me right back in, catching me against him once more with my arms crossed in front of me, my fingers laced with his.

I was more than a little bitter that I hadn’t been able to experience this when I was young. I breathed deeply, hunting forhis scent but coming up short. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was on scent blockers, and so were most people in here, given that I could actually breathe. Without that societal courtesy, the air here would’ve been so thick we could have waded through it.

He swept me through a handful of dances and one more drink until I had loosened up enough with his wicked hands all over me. I stood on my toes and claimed his mouth right there on the dance floor. His answering growl and grip on my waist sent a shiver through me.

“Do you want to come home with me, beautiful?”

“Yes,” I said before I lost my nerve. “Right now?”

“If you’d like. I’m happy to dance vertically or horizontally with you, anytime.”

“Let’s go.”

The alpha’s smile warmed me down to my toes. I breathlessly followed him out of the club and down to a waiting line of taxis, where we slipped into the first one available. After he provided his address, I followed my compulsion to get my mouth back on him. I would have preferred to climb onto his lap, but I would’ve had to sacrifice my seat belt, and I wasn’t about to risk myself for a few extra minutes of touching him.

He hungrily devoured my lips, his hands sweeping down my body and making me whimper into his mouth. I hadn’t made a sound like that in years. The drive felt like it was over in a heartbeat and then he was rushing around the vehicle, opening my door to help me out before leading me into a high-rise.

The moment we were in the elevator, I let my omega instinct take over with this alpha. That was new too. My ex-husband hadn’t liked the messiness of omegas and I’d spent so long pushing down all of my instincts and desires. This alpha didn’t want me to do that. He relished me climbing him like a tree so he could press me against the mirrors and grind his hips between my thighs.

By the time we made it to his floor, the front of his pants was damp with my slick and I was half-feral.

Inside the apartment, I didn’t give the space a second thought. “Bedroom.”

“So eager.”

“You want to pretendyou’renot?”

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