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...