Page 20 of Knot Only His

“How’s the kid?” Kyle asks.

“Growing up too fast.” I take a slow sip, scanning the dance floor where alphas circle their prey when a movement catches my eye.

I turn around on my seat to watch a new omega as she dances at the edge of the floor. My breath catches.

Her body moves like silk in the wind, her black dress hugging curves that make my hands itch to touch.

Dark waves tumble down her back, and behind her onyx mask, turquoise eyes flash with challenge.

Then I groan when I see she’s dancing with the crazy baker.

I knock my drink back.

“Another?” Kyle’s voice breaks through my trance.

I push my empty glass away. “No.” My focus stays locked on the way the new omega dances. She’s confident but holding herself at a distance from the alphas trying to catch her attention.

Pushing off my bar stool, I stroll closer to the dance floor when her scent hits me—coconut, vanilla and then something deeper and darker. Something that calls to every alpha instinct I possess.

I catch a glimpse of full pink lips curved in a smile that makes my chest tight but the copper-haired omega grabs her hand, pulling her into a spin.

I smile listening to their laughter as it carries over the music.

My body tenses and my alpha stirs in a way it hasn’t in years.

The need to possess her hits harder than any desire I’ve felt before. Usually, these nights in this club are about release. Find a willing omega, knot them, and leave.

Simple.

Mechanical.

But lately I can’t do what I come here for, my body seems to rebel and not react like it should. But could I get over this drought I’m having if I have her?

There is something about her...

An alpha approaches her and sets off warning bells in my head. It’s his swagger, the way his hands already reach for her–he’s trouble. I edge closer, telling myself I’m just being cautious.

“What brings a pretty thing like you doing here?” he asks her.

She laughs, but it’s hollow. “To be knotted. Nothing more. I want nothing more than a knot.”

“I can do that for you.” He smiles. “And how long are you staying out west, sweetheart?” His East Coast drawl matches hers.

“Not long.” Her voice carries notes of steel beneath the silkiness.

My fingers curl into fists. The thought of her with another alpha makes my chest burn.

He grabs her wrist. “Let’s get out of here.”

She grabs his forearm and tries to pull away.

“Hey. Leave her alone!” The copper haired girl yells.

The dark-haired girl tries to pull herself from his grip again. “Thanks, but—”

“Come on, don’t be like that.” His hold tightens on her wrist.

I’m moving before I realize it, sliding between them. “The lady said no.”

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