EMBER'S POV
The thought should scandalize me. Should make me pull away, find somewhere private, behave like the proper omega I was raised to be.
Instead, it makes me burn.
"I don't care," I gasp. "I just need you. Need—"
He pulls his hand away.
I actually whine at the loss, the sound embarrassingly desperate.
"Bathroom," he says, and it's not a question. "Now."
He grabs my hand and starts pulling me through the crowd. I stumble after him, my legs shaky, my body screaming for release that keeps getting denied.
The club is a maze of bodies and lights and I have no idea where we're going, but Knox navigates like he's done this a thousand times before.
Maybe he has. I don't care. I just care about getting somewhere private so he can finish what he started.
We burst through a door ma
