Page 40 of Knot your Good Girl

I glance behind me. Aiden’s two bodyguards are still close behind.

Is that it?

Is he wanting some kind of pack sex?

He told me he didn’t share, but does he want to see what it would be like sharing me?

I never signed up for that.

We witness a couple engaging in a frenzied act of undressing while they engage in sexual touches and passionate kisses. Nobody bats an eyelid… except me.

A black-clad man approaches. A mask veils his eyes. Yet, his stare is unwaveringly directed towards me. His mask resembles Aiden’s, leading me to determine that black signifies the alphas in this club.

He flashes a smile as he moves along. I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks as I politely give one in response.

Aiden increases the strength of his grip on my hand.

Is he jealous? Is it possible that he has no desire to share me?

My heart is racing with each step I take into the party, my destination being the double doors at the rear. His bodyguards bypass us, swiftly unlocking the doors that usher us into the inner recesses of the club.

This area is even more explicit than it was before. In a provocative display, a man is licking whipped cream off a woman’s breasts.

She’s wearing nothing but a sheer thong and a smile. Another man stoops and kisses her, while a woman spreads her thighs and licks in a linear motion up her leg.

She parts her legs, desperate for more.

I watch it all, my eyes transfixed.

“Is this a heat club?” I ask.

A place where omegas can sell their heat to alphas, packs, whatever they choose. I know there’s heat clinics in New York and other major cities, a place omegas and alphas pay to go.

I know there are few heat clubs where an omega can sell her heat, because the Omega Council deem the auctions unethical because of an omega not being matched to the correct alpha or pack. The chance of being bonded in those clubs is high. Once she’s claimed there’s no going back, regardless of how she feels.

Aiden looks at me quizzically, then he shakes his head. “There are heat rooms, but we’re staying on the regular side of the club.”

Aiden takes two glasses of Champagne from a server. “For your nerves,” he says, handing me a glass,

I take a long gulp, enough to take the edge off my nerves. Even though I’m here, my curiosity about his intentions keeps me from going towards the exit. I’m rather inquisitive about my own actions, considering that I ought to be running.

My sister bravely explored a club of this nature in Los Angeles. She was so excited she told me all about it, and by the shock that must have been on my face… instantly regretted it and refused to tell me anything more.

I’ve perpetually pondered over it. I could only imagine what she did. Ivy was always significantly more adventurous than me. Where I fantasized about everything, she never did… she explored and lived.

And now I’m here—I get it. I get her fascination with living life and never letting being an omega stop her.

“This way.” Aiden says, taking me out of my reverie.

We proceed further into a shadowy passage. Walls draped in luxurious black velvet and a ceiling adorned with a constellation of fairy lights. Aiden presses a button, revealing the wall is actually a curtain as it smoothly glides along the wall.

I am taken aback as I witness a man engaged in anal intercourse with another man. Another kneels on the floor and sucks the cock of the man being fucked.

“He’s an omega.” Aiden takes my hand and leads me away to the next room.

In the adjacent room, a cluster of men attend to a woman. Two individuals pin her down, feasting on her perky breasts while her legs are open to another man who is teasing her with slow licks of her pussy.

I turn as I say, “She’s an omega.”

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