Knot Broken (Hiddenverse)

29. Elliott

CHAPTER 29

Elliott

Club goers surround Rafe and me as we are let out of the dance cages. He easily maneuvers over to me and tugs me out of the crowd. This is his element. He loves to dance and forget himself.

Although, tonight, I’m pretty sure he’s looking for a do over with Lilah. One that doesn’t end with her puking on him. And he insisted that production give her the blue dress. It’s like his own dream fulfillment.

Of course, I encouraged it. I want him to want her. I need him to be as head over heels for Lilah as I am. Even with it being crystal clear we all have feelings for her, I know he has walls because of Hailey, and he could shut them down at any second.

I take the steps two at a time, following Rafe to the VIP room. He leads the way, pushing into the private room to find Miles surrounded by all of the omegas and a cart with the chocolate bars. Moving closer, I see each of our musks in candy bar form and chuckle. Miles said from the beginning he wanted to see the reaction to our musks without the omegas knowing them .

Although, Lilah does know them, and I’m sure this presentation’s all for her. Because he does not care about the others in this room. Although, she's currently snacking on a Twizzler. The red liquorices gets smaller and smaller as she nibbles on it, her eyes flowing between Miles and the other three.

She looks like she’s ready to pounce on Blair and snatch the open candy bar package from her fingers. Jealousy. She’s jealous. The knowledge makes my heart jump, and my stomach clench. The need to soothe her is so strong that I don’t think twice about closing the distance and tugging her back into my front. A squeak of surprise comes out of her, but she allows my arms to wrap around her waist.

A low purr rumbles from my chest into her back, and I can feel her relax. Things might be awkward and tense between us at the moment, but she’s still my omega, and every part of her knows it too. I inhale at the crook of her neck, wanting to scent her, but there’s nothing but a soft lavender that fills my senses. Still, I press a kiss to her skin, forgetting myself in the moment. A quick inhale lifts her chest, and I gather her closer.

“Eli—” The warning in Rafe’s tone pulls me away from Lilah. I loosen my hold, turning to tell him to stuff it. She slips away immediately, her neck and face bright with embarrassment. And I send a glare in Rafe’s direction. He offers me a tight smile in response.

“Excuse me, I’ll be back,” Lilah murmurs.

I watch her leave for less than a second before I’m following her out the door. “Lilah, wait?—”

She picks up her pace, and I give chase. Her hand lands on the doorknob to the private VIP bathroom on this floor, and I curl my fingers around her bicep, stopping her from disappearing. I pull her back harder than intended, and she slams into my chest with a gasp. A growl breaks free from me as I stare down at her .

“What the fuck!” she explodes, pushing at my chest and shrugging off my hold on her arm. “What do you want from me? One minute, you are flirting, then kissing the shit out of me in your closet, only to shut down and lock me out. I get it, it’s you, not me—but Elliott, I can’t handle this hot and cold that you are doing. I already told you to find someone that makes you happy,” she says, stepping back, her throat working in a swallow as she pins me with a look that screams leave me alone.

“It’s you. Lilah, you make me happy. Don’t you get it? I wanted to find my omega, without the pheromones driving me, and I did. From the second I laid eyes on you, I knew. Your perfume only cemented that fact. You’re our scent match, don’t you feel it?”

She blinks slowly, her mouth opening and then closing. “I—What?”

“It’s you, only you. If we could quit the show—but we can’t. You have no need to be jealous of the other omegas, because in the end, we will pick you every time.”

“You…No, you can’t say things like that.” She shakes her head, denying my words as she steps back again, putting more distance between us. “You can’t make those kinds of promises.”

“Why not?” Shoving my hands into my pockets so I don’t grab her again, I watch her with my heart in my throat. Is she going to reject our scent match?

“You just can’t, Elliott. It isn’t fair to the seven other hopeful omegas.” She gestures back toward the VIP room as if I want any of them. I don’t.

Unable to stop myself, I remove my hands from my pockets and step forward until I have her pressed against the wall, boxing her in. Cupping her face, I dip my head to her level, capturing her eyes with mine .

“Then I guess life isn’t fair, buttercup, because I only want you.”

“Elli—”

Cutting off her protest because my heart can’t take another one, I swallow the rest of her words with my mouth on hers. It’s like an instant inferno the second our lips touch. Our tongues dance, and I am instantly hard inside my jeans.

I pull her closer, my hands sliding down to the small of her back, pressing her against me. She moans softly into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. The taste of her, the feel of her—it's intoxicating. I can feel her heartbeat racing against my chest, mirroring my own.

Her hands tangle in my hair, tugging gently as if trying to pull me even closer. The heat between us is undeniable, a magnetic force that neither of us can resist. I let my hands roam, exploring the curve of her waist, drifting down her legs to the softness of her bare thighs. She arches into me, a silent plea for more.

Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling, ragged and heavy. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips swollen and glistening. "I need you," she whispers, her voice a husky murmur that sends a jolt of desire straight through me.

Fuck, I need her too. But that isn’t going to happen in the bathroom of Wisteria, even if it’s a VIP bathroom. My gaze snags on another door, on the same side of the hall as the VIP room. Without hesitating, I let her go long enough to try the doorknob and find it unlocked.

We tumble into the thankfully empty room. And I release her only long enough to lock the door and drop the blinds on the windows to the dance floor below. She meets me halfway, and I lift her into my arms, carrying her to the long sofa, before sitting down and situating her on my lap. A knee on either side of my legs .

Just like in my closet, the heat of her through her panties seeps through my jeans. Her dress has ridden up, and the slight peek of her black lace beneath it has me thickening even more inside my pants.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” she says between kisses. I can hardly think straight with her straddled over me. “I guess omegas really do climb you like a tree, at least this one does.” She giggles, and I smile against her lips.

I groan, my fingers going to her ass as she presses her full weight against me and flexes her hips down into me seeking friction. “You’re the only one that matters.”