Page 27 of Going Down Smooth: Part One
Nate’s lips have been on me all night and not in the way I truly want them to be. Taking matters into my own hands, I grab his arm and yank him on top of me.
“Merce!” he says, surprised by the force and speed I used to pull him forward. My dress hikes up my thighs, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist, locking him in place.
“Kiss me,” I beg, a whine escaping my lips for the second time tonight, making me internally shrink away from the Omega side of myself. I’ve never purred or whined, until my heat, those attributes only made me think I was weak. But I don’t feel weak, no, now I feel powerful, my whine, my purr, it makes them weak. It makes them fall to their knees and worship me like a goddess, like an Alpha.
“Mercy, baby, if I kiss you, I’m going to fuck you. As tempting as it is to watch you fall apart underneath me, I know you will be thoroughly pissed in the morning. Let me get you some water. Like you said, tomorrow is important. I know you don’t want a hangover from hell when you’re facing the board.” I roll my eyes at his words, like ice water to my libido. I sober a fraction. He is right.
“OK,” I say in defeat, my voice laced with disappointment. I untangle my legs but not before he kisses me tenderly, slowly, and deliberately. I groan into his mouth as he deepens for only a few seconds before he pulls away. What a dick, leaving me in a puddle of slick and doing nothing about it.
“Fuck, Mercy, you smell like heaven.” He backs away and I immediately sit up and straighten my dress. Water it is then. I watch him go as he disappears down the stairs, leaving me alone for the first time since we arrived. My eyes travel around the room, and I marvel at what they’ve built.
A projection of M. Bar written in cursive hovers just above my head, three glass tables lit from below with blue lighting sit in front of the long-curved booth like large ice cubes. Beyond the tables are heavy black and gold velour curtains, pulled open to reveal the expanse of the entire club. Gold velvet rope stanchions block off the area with another huge doorman standing at the bottom of the stairs that leads up here. Knight and Lox are adamant about my safety, and even with Nate beside me, I still have backup just in case. After hearing Stefan and the people outside in the line, maybe they have the right idea.
Before I presented as an Omega, the board and all the employees were elated that I would eventually take my father’s spot. Now that I am back who knows what prejudices they will hold over my head. I know one for sure. . .I am an Omega incapable of anything but breeding and a desperate need for fluffy pillows and cuddles. Fuck that. I’m a boss bitch, and I am going to prove it. When I leave that room tomorrow, they will have no doubt about my abilities.
Feeling anxious now that I’m alone, I stand and walk to the railing in search of Freeya. When we first arrived up here, I stayed close to the rail watching Freeya like a protective mother hen. Well, until Nate enticed me away with my first drink of the night. I had hoped Free and I could talk and catch up. Two weeks feels like a long time to be apart from her considering it was only she and I for the five years I’ve been away.
Rihanna’s “Where Have You Been”pumps through the speakers so loudly that I can feel the bass vibrating through my body. Everyone is jumping and dancing to the beat drop. I let the music fill me up and I find my hips moving on their own. Then I’m jumping right along with everyone else. It’s freeing to just let go and dance like no one is watching. I tilt my head back and I sing the lyrics at the top of my lungs. It’s exhilarating, and I don’t know if I’ve ever felt like this. I’m not thinking about tomorrow and the responsibilities that go along with it. I’m acting my age for once. I dance until I’m sweating the alcohol out of my system.
Scanning the large crowd below, I find Freeya easily, sandwiched between the Omega who she bumped into earlier and another man. I can’t make out all his details from up here, but I can see the glint of the septum ring in his nose, and the icy white tips of his spiky hair. He towers over her, his arm wrapped around her from the back while the Omega has his other arm wrapped around her from the front. She dances, arms raised, head back with a smile, her hair is plastered to her face and her red bodycon dress rides up her thighs, revealing her long toned legs.
The song ends and I stop to catch my breath, holding on to the rail, panting as a bottle of water appears in front of me. I take it and unscrew the top, knowing exactly who’s delivering the cool salvation as I drink it down, feeling my body temperature change as I guzzle it down. I sigh in relief. Five years is a long time to be apart, but I can still distinguish between the four of them with my eyes closed. Strong arms land on the rail on either side of me as a warm body presses into my back; his scent hits my nose and I moan at how good he smells.
“You’re a distraction, Mercy. I can’t have you in my club, wearing a tiny black dress, shaking your ass on this balcony, and not be drawn to you. I’ve tried to work all night, but I’ve been glued to the monitors in my office watching you like a stalker baby.” Knight leans down, his nose skimming the shell of my ear, travelling down to trace my neck and shoulder. I tilt my head to the side, giving him access to all of me as he groans at my willing submission. “Fuck, baby, you smell sublime, Omega.” His voice is deep and husky with need and I forget where we are as I press my ass against his hardening length.
“Where is Nate?” I ask as his tongue licks my exposed skin, making me squirm. My body ignites at Knight’s touch and my own need reawakens from earlier, pooling deep in my belly, my clit throbbing once more, eager to be sated.
“He’s had you all day, Mercy. We share in this pack, baby, and I can tell he didn’t give you what you wanted earlier, did he?” He pulls me back against his body, muscular arms holding me tight as one hand wraps around my throat and the other seeks out the hem of my dress.
“Answer me, Mercy.” His grip tightens on my throat but doesn’t restrict me from answering. The desire I feel from his touch burns me from the inside out.
“No. He didn’t.” A moan escapes my lips, barely getting the words out as his fingers find their way between my slick soaked folds, brushing over my clit just enough to tease before he pulls his hand away.
“Knight. Don’t. Tease. Me.” I plead as he brings his slick coated fingers to my lips.
“Open,” he commands, and I comply, parting my lips for him.
“Suck,” he orders again. I do what he asks.
My body is on fire, hyperaware of every point of contact his body makes with mine. Every breath he takes is like a sweet caress as my tongue wraps around his fingers and I lick his fingers clean. The taste of my own arousal makes my knees weak, and I moan, pressing my legs together, desperate for more.
“Knight. Please.” I am not above begging at this point. I’ve been needy all night. I want all four of them here with me right now, doing all kind salacious things to my body.
Knight pulls his fingers from my mouth, then turns me so quickly my head spins from the speed of it. Our lips crash together in a filthy kiss. Teeth and tongues clashing, making me purr into his mouth. Reduced to mewling and moaning as he licks the slick from my lips and devours me. His grips my ass in his hand and squeezes so hard I hiss as he breaks our kiss.
“I’m not fucking you in this club, Mercy,” he says as he smirks down at the disappointed look on my face. Clearly I am beyond caring where any of them fuck me as long as there’s a cock with a knot inside me, now.
I open my mouth to protest but he stops me, covering my mouth with his large hand, making my eyes go wide with shock. “Don’t pout, Alpha. I won’t fuck you here, but nothing will ever stop me from getting on my knees to worship you. Now, step back and hold the rail behind you. Spread your legs and don’t move.” I watch him remove the dark blue suit coat. Tossing it behind him, it hits the booth perfectly. I can’t take my eyes off him. Knight’s eyes are almost black, wild even as he rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, exposing corded forearms. My tongue darts out, tasting his pheromones on the air, his caramel scent is intoxicating as it surrounds me, blocking out the music and the people down below. Right now, it’s just us.
Knight prowls forward, his eyes on me. A predator stalking its next meal. My feet immediately take a step back until my hips press against the rail at my back. Reaching out I spread my arms on either side of me, holding the rail, anticipation making my heart pound harder in my chest as my eyes track his short journey between us. Knight drops to his knees, head bowing as his forehead rests against my stomach, his hands slide up my thighs, inching my dress up tantalizingly slow.
“Knight,” I groan, his hands leaving fire in their wake. If I had any fucks to give, I would be embarrassed about the amount of my own essence sliding down the inside of my thighs. I may as well not wear panties again for the rest of my life. I ruin them as soon as they say my name or touch me. I open my legs wider, making room for his large frame as he grabs my thong and rips it from my body.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he mumbles, leaning forward, the flat of his tongue licks my inner thigh from my knee all the way up to the lips of my pussy. I grip the railing tighter, to the point of pain, wanting him to go higher, instead he drops back down and repeats his actions on my other leg.
“I’m a constant wet mess around the four of you, I would rather go without them,” I manage to pant out as he nips my skin with his teeth, climbing higher and higher.
Then he stops and looks up at me, like suddenly he’s had a realization and is about to turn our voyeuristic escapade into a college lecture. “I owe you an apology, Mercy. More than an apology but a promise,” Knight says sincerely.
