Page 38 of Knot Their Opening Act

I nod my head, but at the same time, give off some nonverbal signal he’s able to read, that it’s okay but I needmore.

“I’ll give you more then,” he says, and my eyes widen. My pulse races as I want this Alpha to read what else is on my mind. And then do it.

He looks around quickly then slides his free hand around the front of me and cups my right breast. My nipples, already harder than ever, seem to drill into his palm. A small moan escapes my lips. I just want more. More.

“I want your mouth on my tits,” I whisper back. I can almost feel him smile against my ear. That same hand returns to the back of my leggings, slips inside, finds my folds, and then slides two fingers inside me.

He thrusts inside once, his middle finger landing on my clit. And with a few darting, pressured circles on the sensitive nub—with my pussy so soaked and my insides ready to clamp and then release, it takes mere seconds.

Holden senses the moment I cum as he withdraws his hand, wet from my slick but still able to cling to the grip on the ride side of my body.

“Come on, Adventure Girl, let’s get you down.”

My body shudders but the best part is, the tightly-wound spring of my deep core seems to release, to rest in a neutral, relaxed mode again, after the quick but heady build-up since I got on this damn wall.

My leg, arm, and shoulder muscles, however, might never recover.

Holden climbs immediately below me all the way down, using his hands to make sure my every foothold is secure. Once I almost slip off and kick him in the head, but his reflexes are faster than a cat’s.

Once we’re on the gym floor, my knees buckle and I land on them, hard, then place my hands out, about to face plant. He’s already there, securing me in his arms and swooping me into a scooped position. He carries me to the bench and sets me seated upright, but leans my head against his shoulder.

My arms and legs splay out like starfish, utter jelly and useless.

“My God,” I say. I close my eyes, breathing in and out, letting my body accept that it’s safe again.

“Are you okay?” he says softly, tucking my blue braid around my shoulder. The hair framing my face is plastered to my skin, soaked, and it occurs to me I didn’t even wash my stage makeup off. I’m a mess.

“Much, much better.” My voice is hoarse. I don’t want to look him in the eye now. Humiliation takes over again, but his rough fingers take my chin with such a delicate touch that I don’t fight it. He turns my face to his, his lips an inch from mine.

“Jez, while you are in heat around me, you’re under my protection. My watch.”

I suck in air as I watch his bright blue eyes dance between mine, his brow creasing with slight concern. And something else. Reading me, it feels like. Like a laser in some sci-fi film, burning into my mind, taking what he needs, then running it through his system to make sense of what it’s found.

“I don’t know what you’ve experienced in the past with any other Alphas you’ve known. But this is what we’re here for. Now, I know you’re not part of my pack. And I know we barely know each other. But I’m an unmatched, unmarked Alpha, and you’d better believe if I see an unmatched, unmarked Omega in need of help during a heat, I cannot look away. No matter if she’s opening for my band on tour, no matter what our history is. Do you understand? That’s how this works. No matter what anyone’s ever told you before.”

He’s so serious, so impassioned in this speech. He believes every word he says, I’m sure of it. I nod, unable to blink or look away.

“I do understand.”

“And you believe me? This is between you and I right now, okay? No one else has to know. Unless you want them to.”

I nod, still staring at the ocean in his eyes. “Yes, I believe you.”

If I believed in hypnotism, too, I don’t think I’d feel any different. But in all honesty, I believe he means it.

“Now,” he pulls back slightly to take more of me in his vision. “I suspect you want to get back to your room. Shower. Get to bed. That safe to say?”

I nod. Why does he make me want to throw all my anger, all my frustrated rage out the window and just hear him out, calmly and rationally?

God, because he’s a fucking beautiful man.

“Why don’t I help you up there. And thenhelp you up there.”

I nod again, this time meekly, lowering my eyes. “Please.”

“Hey,” he says, even more softly, taking my hand in his and then covering it with his other hand. His are so big, so warm, so calloused from drum sticks and, God, I know nothing else about this man besides drumming and climbing walls. But clearly he works out, weight trains. He’s not built like one of those totally over-buff gym guys, but he is pretty fairly ripped in a way I never realized I found so fucking hot before.

I really want to see him with his shirt off.

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