Knot Broken (Hiddenverse)

30. Lilah

CHAPTER 30

Lilah

My body’s on fire. I settle against the bulge in his jeans and flex my hips, needing our clothes to be off. His fingers slip against the skin of my ass and along the line of my panties, tightening as I attempt to fuck him with our clothes still on.

“You’re the only one that matters,” he replies, his husky voice driving me on.

I don’t care that Rafe and Miles are two doors down with three other omegas. I don’t care if every single one of them knows what happens between us. The only thing I care about right this second is the man below me, handing me all the control.

My fingers go to the button on his jeans, and I pop it open, the zipper sliding half-way down from the pressure of his straining cock. His swollen purple crown pushes it further, and I help it along. The tips of my fingers graze his silky smooth skin on the way down. He sucks in air between his teeth at the sensation, and I curl my fingers around his thick length, freeing him more.

Commando. I didn’t picture Elliott as a commando man. Maybe black briefs or boxer briefs…not sans underwear completely.

“Fuck, Lilah—” he groans, his head dropping back into the wall above the couch.

I stroke him from root to tip, swiping my thumb over his slit to gather the proof of his desire seeping from him already.

Releasing him momentarily, I curl my fingers around the fabric of his jeans and tug. “Up,” I demand, my voice coming out throaty and that single word dripping with need.

He lifts his hips, his cock bumping against me as he does, and I pull his pants down over his ass, down as far as I can reach. The sight of his knot swelling has my pussy clenching. That’s out of the question tonight. Unless of course he’s going to walk out of here knot deep and bare assed with me clinging to him like a freaking monkey.

And the fact that the idea of that doesn’t completely turn me off tells me how fucking gone I am for this man. It should scare me. But right now, all I feel is lust and need as they fill me in equal measure.

“Elliott, I need you,” I breathe as I flex against him again. The only thing separating us is my panties.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he says, his fingers curling and tugging—hard—on the flimsy fabric. They tear away from me, and he drops them to the couch next to us. He pushes my dress up higher around my hips, and I wrap my hand around his cock to guide him into my folds.

“I don’t need new ones,” I reply with a gasp as his head spreads me wide, sliding through my slick easily.

“Protection?” he asks, his eyes on mine.

Wordlessly, I shake my head. The heat suppressants work as a type of birth control. And I need to feel him against me bare.

Angling my hips, I move to encourage him to slip inside, completely focused on where his crown nudges against my entrance. He’s large. Even with my slick, it feels as if he’s filling me beyond what I can handle. A whimper falls from my lips as I attempt to take all of him.

He purrs and holds me still, lifting his hips a little and then retreating in the smallest movements. “That’s it, buttercup, take me just like that. Fuck you squeeze me so fucking nice. Just a little more—Fuck—yes, squeeze me, baby.”

Holy shit.

“I don’t think I can take you,” I say as he works another inch into me, pulling out slightly only to push back in. “Elli?—”

“You’re made for me, you’ve got this, Lilah,” he says, his voice tight as he focuses on pushing deeper.

My fingers curl into his shoulders as my entire body tingles as he hits a spot inside of me with his next thrust. “Oh, do that again,” I beg, and he does, making the tingles turn into something more, the sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

He guides me on him, flexing his fingers into my hips to encourage me to take over. His knot is at my entrance, and I can’t even imagine being spread that wide. Of being locked to him for hours. Yet part of me craves it.

I squeeze around him, almost on instinct, and he lets out a low growl that does everything to me. It makes me want to bare my throat and submit to him in a way I’ve never submitted to anyone before.

The sounds our bodies make as I ride him would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so far gone. His fingers tighten on my hips as he encourages me to move faster at the same time he thrusts off of the couch seeking his own release as he shoves me off the cliff into mine.

I shatter.

Falling to pieces .

Only vaguely aware of the way my pussy has him in a death grip, attempting to demand his own orgasm from him.

His cock jerks, releasing so much cum I can feel it start to slip out with each of his thrusts, before he sinks so deep I’m sure we can’t get much closer without a knot. He presses soft kisses to my temple before pressing his forehead against mine.

“That—” he breathes.

“Was an amazing quickie,” I say with a light laugh. “Shit, they are going to wonder where we are.”

“Miles and Rafe will keep them preoccupied,” he says, dropping a soft kiss to my lips.

He flexes inside of me, and my walls clench around him as a low moan works its way out of my throat.

“The fact your pussy is going to be leaking my cum the rest of the night with no barrier to stop it is going to keep me hard the rest of the fucking night.”

My stomach dips at the possessive edge to his tone. And the idea of him coating my thighs while I dance on the dance floor—or do what passes for dancing anyway—makes me want to fuck him all over again. Hell, it makes me want to throw my suppressants into the trash and ride out the heat that will be triggered with him.

“Keep talking like that and we will never leave this room.”

“Mmmmm, I like the sound of that,” he purrs.

I can’t believe we just had sex in a club, on a group date. Yet, I don’t want to take it back. Every single moment felt right. But we need to get back; being found like this is definitely not something I want.

I slowly lift myself off his lap, feeling the loss of his warmth immediately. His hands instinctively tighten on my hips, a soft groan escaping his lips as he tries to pull me back down .

“Don’t go,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire and a hint of pleading.

“We have to,” I whisper, gently prying his fingers away. “We’ll get caught, and I can’t imagine the producers letting this slide before the one-on-one dates.”

His eyes, dark and intense, search mine for a moment before he sighs and reluctantly lets go. I stand up, adjusting my dress and running a hand through my hair, trying to compose myself. The dim light of the club and the thumping music beyond the glass and blinds seem almost surreal after what we’ve just shared.

Elliott stands as well, his gaze never leaving me, a mixture of frustration and longing etched on his face. I give him a small, reassuring smile, reaching out to squeeze his hand briefly.

“Later,” I promise.

“Not just later,” he says softly. “I want you to be there at the end. I’m serious about this, about you.”

My heart skips a beat, uncertainty flooding in. I nod, but my mind’s racing. Can I really trust this? Trust him? We straighten ourselves as best as we can and make our way back to the rest of the group. Part of me hoping our flushed faces and disheveled appearances don’t give us away. While the louder part wants everyone to know.

As we rejoin the others, I can’t help but glance at the cameras, wondering what they’ve captured and how this will all play out on screen. Just as we blend back into the group, I catch Rafe’s eyes narrowing in suspicion. He steps closer, his gaze flicking between Elliott and me, then he leans in, his voice low but insistent.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” he asks, not really giving me a choice as he guides me to a quieter corner. His fingers wrapped around my upper arm .

“What’s up?” I try to sound casual as he releases me, but my pulse is racing again.

Rafe studies me for a moment, his expression unreadable. “I saw you leave, and he followed you,” he says finally. “And now you smell like him…”

I feel my cheeks heat up, and I look away, struggling to find the right words. “I just needed some air,” I start, but his skeptical look tells me he isn’t buying it.

He lets out a low growl that makes my stomach tumble. “Come on,” he presses. He leans forward and inhales deeply. “I can smell him on you.”

I take a deep breath, deciding there’s no point in lying. “Yeah, something happened. But it’s between us, okay? Please don’t make a big deal out of it.” I lower my voice to a whisper, “It was nothing.”

Rafe’s expression tightens slightly. In any other situation, I’d say it was jealousy. But I know Rafe and he wouldn’t be jealous. “Nothing. Don’t forget what show you’re on, Lilah. It can’t be nothing, especially with Eli. He will give his all.”

I hug myself. Swallowing, I nod. He’s right, I know he is. This show has made me start to hope for things that can never be. I can’t have Elliott if the whole pack isn’t on board, and Rafe made himself clear already, I’m just a shield. He might look the other way when I sneak off with his pack mate or kiss me senseless in the bathroom, but that’s the end of it. That’s all it can be.

But what if I’m wrong? What if he does want more?

As I walk back to join the group, Elliott catches my eye, and I give him a reassuring smile. But inside, I can’t shake the feeling that things are about to get even more complicated.