Page 59 of Knot Only For One Night

Her face flushes red and she looks away from me, though I keep her locked in my arms so she can’t move.

“You wanna watch us?” I whisper along her cheek. Her body trembles in my hold, and fucking hell I love that feeling.

She whines and rubs her cheek against mine, her leg hiking up a bit.

“Wanna be in the middle maybe? Taking your omega and alpha at the same time?” I toy with her. Her scent blooms in the hallway, and I have half a mind to lift her over my shoulder and storm to my nest just to taste that divine cranberry again.

“Reed,” she whimpers, shaking her head and tilting her head back. As if she needs air. I won’t let her though. I push my own pancake scent into the cramped hallway, hoping that’s all she’ll breathe.

Her breath catches and I jut my hips forward, my dick meeting the seam of her pussy through her jeans as I hook both her legs around my hips.

Too many clothes. Unacceptable.

“Not here, Reed.” Her voice is breathy, soft in my ear. So soft I almost don’t hear her. My omega is pushing, my dick getting more painfully hard by the second.

But I freeze. She said not here, so not here.

I swallow the saliva building in my mouth and give her a grin. Sliding her down my body so her feet are back on the floor, I kiss her forehead as she lands.

“Not here, then, Princess.”

“I’m not losing my virginity in a bar hallway.” She chuckles, though the red on her face lets me know how shy she is talking about it.

“We can do a lot more, as you know, before we even get to that, Princess. We’ll make each time as special as you deserve.” I kiss her again, quickly growing addicted to the feel of her skin under my lips.

Her mind must be racing. She grips her purse as she stares at me, and a small beautiful smile graces her lips.

“I… uh, I have something for you.”

“For me?” I hold her gaze. Her eyes are wide as she looks around, and her shoulders shrug forward, as if she’s nervous.

Taking one final deep breath, she slides the strap of her purse down her arm, slowly. As if she’s still making the decision to give me the gift.

My omega is fucking ecstatic. He’s riling up inside. Bouncing off walls to be receiving a gift, and it’s these moments that I struggle with the most. The public display of omeganess.

Casey tells me to just soak in the moment, but I just⁠—

I just can’t.

My chest gets tight as she starts digging. I have to be cool. I can’t let her down by being an ungrateful piece of shit.

“I… I gave Soren a gift. Neven too but… I, um… I wanted to show my commitment to you. As a person, Reed. So I got you a gift.”

“A… courting gift?” The words taste like vile on my tongue, but with Esper’s sheepish smile directed towards me, the icky taste mellows into one of anticipation.

“Yeah,” she pulls out the gift. I open my hands under hers and she drops it in my hands.

A black bow with a… coaster under it.

A… coaster? My mind flashes back to Neven’s place. The lone green coaster that sits on his coffee table. My shoulders slump, relief taking over my limbs as I smile at my omega.

A black organic metal-looking design, round shape, and honestly… I love it.

I haven’t used a coaster in my damn life, but now I see why Neven made the change to start using one.

Because she gave it to him.

“It’ll protect your tables…”