Page 1 of Tied in Knots
ChapterOne
Faith
Three Months Ago
“You’re gorgeous,” he pants in my ear as he pounds into me, slamming me up against the door of the dingy, dimly lit, small toilet cubicle in this dive bar in East London.
“You too,” I murmur, wondering when the fun part starts for me.
“You feel so good.”
“Mmm.”
Sure, this beta between my legs is super cute with his brown hair and chocolate eyes, but so far, he’s not doing it for me. I only accepted his offer to buy me a drink because my arsehole older brother, an alpha through and through, ditched me when some pretty omega decided he was worth going after. I’m pissed off and lonely here and I have no idea how to get back to my brother’s place.
Wrapping my legs around him tighter, I plant a kiss on his lips, twisting my tongue around his to try and bring my arousal to the surface. He is a good kisser, and it works. I gasp, going damper round his cock.
He groans and grips my hips tighter, fucking me until an orgasm ripples through my body and he comes straight afterwards with what sounds like a relieved grunt. And I mean that in the sense that he is relieved I finally came all over his cock, so he could come too.
As far as one-nighters go, this leaves a lot to be desired, but it passed some time and I feel less angry at my brother. Not that I would have confronted him about it anyway. I hate confrontation. I would rather just let it go, but hold on to the grudge until doomsday. I’m a people pleaser to my core. I hate that about myself, but I don’t have a choice in the matter. It’s part of my survival instinct. The rebel inside me is dying to come out, but I just can’t let her. A low form of contrariness is about all I can release when the situation calls for it. I hate being told what to do, but I do it because I hate the confrontation more. I just mutter to myself about how much I dislike everything and leave it at that.
I unwrap one leg and place my dainty high heeled shoe on the floor before I steady myself enough to uncurl my other leg. Shoving my dress back down, I bend down to retrieve my knickers from the floor of the cubicle. Gingerly placing them in my tiny bag and not back on, I snap the bag shut, ready to leave.
“Can I see you again?” he asks, doing up his pants.
I shake my head, looking down.
“Why not?” he cajoles, tipping my chin up so I can look into his face.
I don’t. I avert my eyes. “I’m just visiting.”
He scoffs in my face, as I half-expected him to. “Sure you are. If you don’t want to see me again, just say so. It wasn’t that good anyway.”
The rage that bubbles up inside me makes me quiver, but I don’t say anything.
With a noise of disgust, he roughly lets go of my chin, and pushes past me to open the cubicle door and storm out.
“Not that good,” I mutter under my breath. “You never had it so good. Prick.”
I follow him out of the cubicle, hearing the door to the ladies slam shut. Glaring at myself in the mirror, I sigh. Fluffing out my light blonde hair, I then wash my hands and take a step back.
Reaching into my bag, edging the knickers out of the way, I find my birth control and take it, choking it back without water. There is no way I can go home accidentally knocked up if I fall into the one percent category of omegas who get pregnant without ever having a heat. I mean, come on…if it was going to happen to anyone, it would be me. If it did, my stepdad would kill me. He is a nasty piece of work and so much of me wishes I could stay here with my older brother, but my first heat is coming up in a few months, and there is no way I can be away from home, as horrible as it is. I have to return and double my efforts to find a nice pack to mate with like all my friends already have. I feel like the last omega spinster on the shelf, scrapping about for a pack and willing to take sloppy seconds. This would never have happened if my dad was still alive. Pete, my stepdad, doesn’t give a flying fuck. He just wants to keep me around to use me as a slave.
Tears pricking my eyes, I turn to leave, shoving open the door and making my way across the noisy, crowded bar, darting around strangers so I don’t touch them, grateful to see Derek, my arsehole brother, sitting at the table I’d vacated a few minutes ago with the unnamed beta.
He growls when he sees me and stands up abruptly, knocking back the chair. He grabs my arm and hauls me out of the bar and onto the wet street, the gloomy rain pouring down in the dark night. I shiver as the freezing cold December air hits my bare arms in this skimpy white dress, the rain drops adding to the icy fingers of the wind as it skitters across my skin.
“Where were you?” he asks.
“In the bathroom.”
He breathes in deeply and I cringe.
His disgusted look matches that of the beta and shame fills me, but I try to push it aside. I’m an omega ready to bond and mate and have babies. There isn’t anything anyone can do about that, not that I’d want them to. It’s my ticket out of my family home and to a place where I will be taken care of, if not cherished.
“You’re going back home tonight,” Derek states. “I’ll drop you off at the station.”
“What about all my stuff?” I complain.
