Page 104 of Knot So Social

“You know where I live?” I ask, stroking her locks.

“Of course, honey.” She leans in and presses her mouth to mine. “I want you so bad, Alex.”

I pause, but her kiss is so insistent I give in. Her palms spread across my chest, stroking me everywhere before tracking down my body.

“W-wait,” I protest. I wanted to go slow. This isn’t right for us.

“I don’t want to wait any longer.”

Maybe I’m doing us more harm by holding back. Trust aside, she’s still an omega. Although her scent’s so faint right now. That must be because I’m dreaming.

I lie still, exhausted and fuzzy while she strips my boxers and takes my cock in hand. Heat builds as she massages blood into the area. Hard to know where the dream begins and ends with my erection growing. That’s gotta be real, for sure.

“Good dream,” I mutter, my words echoing all around me.

She giggles. “Good dick, too.”

I force my eyes open and the woman writhing into my bare chest morphs from a blonde goddess into my employer. A very naked employer. Mrs Warkow huffs as she rolls me onto my back.

I flail, my knuckles striking the rough timber wall on the far side of my bed. I’m not asleep, but I can’t say I’m fully awake either. My body and my brain can’t seem to coordinate.

“N-No,” I mumble.

“Shh, honey. Just let me have a little ride, and then you go back to sleep, yeah? You won’t remember a thing in the morning.”

Miranda tugs the sheet back and throws her leg over my waist. Her bare pussy lands just below my navel.

I scream in my head and try to roll, but all I get is a groan and arm twitch. What the fuck happened? No way am I so tired that I’d let her help herself to my body. I thrash my head to the side and catch sight of the closed door. Did I not latch it when I got home?

My heart beats sluggishly in my chest, and a sensation like a heavy blanket settles over my frantic emotions. Do I need to be worried? I can just relax, can’t I? I blink, and the side table made of crates revolves in and out of focus.

My side table, where Miranda stood, fiddling with my things.

“Wha’ did ‘ou do?” I slur out, slapping at her arm.

The woman chuckles. “You’re too clever for your own good, Alex.” Her long nails latch closed around my wrist. “Just enjoy it. I’ve had a lot of men search me out, you know. Rich, powerful men. But now I want you. All you need to do is relax.”

She rises and reaches between her legs to grasp my cock.

I muster every shred of strength I have and buck. “Get off!”

The order only contains enough alpha speak to make her shiver.

“Ahh! You really know how to get a woman wet,” she rasps, reclaiming her position over me. “But do be a good alpha and keep the noise down.”

I roar louder, senseless words full of befuddled confusion, followed by all the curse words in my mother tongue.

Her hand latches over my mouth. “For Heaven’s sake! Quiet—”

The shed door slams open. Light blazes overhead, making pain slice through my head. Mr Warkow stands in the doorway, a flashlight in his hand, mouth opening with shock.

True fear blisters through my body. I’m in my birthsuit on the bed. His naked wife sits on my belly, my dick touching her ass cheeks. If he can even make that distinction from across the room.

The guard dogs bark in the distance.

“You fucking cur!” he roars, face turning beet red. “I give you a place to stay, and this is how you repay me?” The household patriarch closes the distance between us in a second and rips his wife off my body. “You!” He shoves her toward the door. “I’ll deal with you inside.”

She throws me a wide-eyed look of mixed terror and loathing before stumbling away while dragging on her thin dressing gown. I have no time to protest because Mr Warkow hauls me upright.