Chapter 4 Knox
Knox
When she walked in, I noticed her before anything else—the quick sweep of movement, the soft scrape of her boots against the floor, the flash of green eyes that didn’t belong to this room full of regulars.
Denim jacket, black leggings, hair pulled back in a way that made me want to know what it looked like when it wasn’t.
I meant to keep my head down. Play a few games of darts and then pool, grab a beer, go home. Instead, I caught myself watching her line up shots with a focus that didn’t match the hour.
There was something unstudied about her. Nothing performed. Just a woman who decided to show up and ended up making every breath in the place tilt a little.
Millie.
Even her name has that soft pull to it, something that fits between your teeth when you say it. I didn’t ask for her number. I should have. Now the space beside me feels wrong without her in it.
She looked younger than me, maybe twenty-five at most. But that scent—vanilla undercut with salt and warmth—was unmistakable.
Omega.
My instincts stirred the moment I caught it, sharp enough that I had to step back, let the air move through me before I did something stupid. Amy’s a Beta, her scent easy to live beside. This… this scraped right under the ribs. I can still taste it in the back of my throat.
I’m halfway through telling myself to get over it when the door swings open again.
And she’s there.
Same jacket, same soft flush on her cheeks, her hair a little messier now from the wind. Her eyes find me before I can speak.
“Hey,” I say, sitting upright too fast.
She climbs in like it’s the only place she meant to go. “Hey,” she murmurs, voice smaller.
For a beat, I just look at her. Her hands are in her lap, twisting the hem of her sleeve.
“Is it okay that I came back?”
I swallow. “Why did you?”
“The driver was an older lady. She looked nice, just not…” She hesitates, biting her lip.
“Not what?”
“Not what I wanted tonight,” she says softly.
Something in my chest stirs. Instinct moves faster than thought. My hand comes up, palm against her jaw, my thumb tracing the edge of her cheek. She freezes—not from fear, more like surprise—and then leans in.
Her breath mixes with mine, and the world tilts just slightly. Her eyes are locked on me, wide and beautiful, and when I close the distance, it’s like gravity’s been waiting for the chance.
The kiss is brief, but enough to wreck me. Her lips are soft, a quiet hum against mine before we part. The cab goes still except for the sound of our breathing. I can feel her heartbeat through the air between us.
I brush my thumb over her mouth, tracing the curve I shouldn’t be memorizing. “Was that okay?”
Her smile is small and bright enough to undo me. “More than okay.”
The air shifts again, heavier now. She’s so close that the warmth from her skin seeps into my palms. My restraint snaps, and I start to lean in again before I catch the look in her eyes.
Heat.
That’s what it is—pure, unfiltered heat rolling off her in waves that crash right into me.
I pull back just enough to search her face, but it’s already too late.
The cab feels smaller, like we’ve sealed ourselves into some pocket of the world where nothing else exists.
Her lips are parted, still glistening from where I touched them, and that scent of hers wraps around my throat like a noose I don’t want to escape.
This feels unreal. Like I’m watching it happen to someone else, some version of me that isn’t the sheriff with a badge and a code and a life that’s supposed to be straight lines and clear rules. But here I am, hand still cupping her jaw, thumb dragging slowly over her lower lip.
She’s looking at me like she sees right through my restraint, right to the Alpha clawing under my skin.
I shouldn’t.
Fuck, I really shouldn’t. But my other hand moves on its own, fingers hooking into the collar of her jacket, tugging her closer until she’s sliding across the seat.
Not gentle—more like a drag, urgent and rough, pulling her right into my lap.
She gasps, a soft sound that shoots straight to my cock, but she doesn’t resist.
Her knees part just enough to straddle me, her weight settling warm and light against my thighs.
She’s so small like this, folded into me, her body fitting like it was made for it. I could toss her around, pin her down, take her apart piece by piece if I let myself. The thought hits hard, twisting with the wrongness of it all.
I’m the law in this town, the one who’s supposed to keep things in line, and now I’m here, in my car, with an Omega whose scent is driving me insane.
Why the fuck does she smell so good? It’s like she’s seeping into my lungs, making every breath a reminder of what I want to do to her.
I bury my face in her neck before I can talk myself out of it. My nose presses against the soft skin there, inhaling deep. Vanilla blooms sharp and sweet, mixed with the faint salt of her sweat from the night air. My teeth graze her pulse point, not biting, just feeling it jump under my mouth.
She arches into me, her hands fisting in my shirt, and a low growl rumbles out of my chest.
“Knox,” she whispers, her voice breathy, fingers tightening.
I lift my head, capturing her mouth again.
This kiss isn’t brief—it’s hungry, my tongue pushing past her lips to taste her fully.
She meets me, eager, her tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my hips buck up instinctively.
We grind together, her core pressing down on the growing bulge in my jeans.
Heat radiates through the fabric, her leggings thin enough that I can feel the outline of her pussy rubbing against my cock. It’s torture, the friction building as she rocks in my lap.
My hands roam, one sliding up her back under the jacket, fingers splaying wide over her spine. The other grips her hip, guiding her movements, pulling her down harder. She’s grinding now, deliberate circles that have me throbbing, my cock swelling heavy and insistent against her.
Fuck, she’s responsive—every shift of her body pulls a soft moan from her throat that vibrates into my mouth.
I break the kiss, panting against her lips. “Millie... this is—”
Her hand slips down between us, bold and unhesitating, palming me through my jeans.
I hiss, the pressure sending sparks up my spine.
She pops the button, tugs the zipper down, and her fingers dive inside, wrapping around my cock through the thin barrier of my boxers.
It’s rough, the fabric dragging, but her grip is firm.
“You’re so big,” she murmurs, eyes dark as she looks down at where her hand disappears into my pants.
I groan, head falling back against the seat. “Wait. I’ve never done something like this.”
She pauses, her strokes slowing, thumb circling the head where pre-cum is already soaking through. “Sex?”
I huff a laugh, despite the ache building low in my gut. “Cheeky. No. A one-night stand.”
Her lips curve, that small smile from before, but now it’s laced with heat. “Okay. Can I show you how it’s done?”
Before I can answer, her hand pushes my boxers aside, skin on skin now. Her palm slides over my length, hot and dry at first, then slick as she works me. But I’m not letting her have all the control.
My fingers hook into the waistband of her leggings, yanking them down just enough—over her ass, exposing the soft curve of her cheeks. No panties. Fuck.
I cup her pussy, brushing over the softness there. She’s bare, smooth skin giving way to wet heat. My fingers part her folds, sliding through the slickness that’s already coating her. Holy fuck. She’s drenched, arousal spilling over my fingertips as I trace her entrance.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, voice rough.
She kisses me then, hard and open-mouthed, tongue thrusting in like she’s claiming me. Her lips trail to my neck, nipping at the skin, sucking lightly.
“For the record,” she breathes against my throat, “I’m not in the habit of doing something like this either. But it’s just...”
“Hormones,” I whisper, finishing for her, my finger circling her clit now. It’s swollen, slick under my touch, and she nods, eyes glazing over as I rub firm circles. Her body shudders, hips jerking forward into my hand, chasing the pressure.
“Yeah,” she gasps, shuddering again as I press harder, feeling her clit pulse.
Someone nearby laughs, and it’s enough to pull me out of the haze we’re in. Millie freezes, her hand still on my cock, but I don’t pull away.
“We should get out of here,” I say, voice low and edged. “Out of the parking lot. Go somewhere.”
“Okay.” She climbs off my lap.
I help her with her seat belt, then surprise her when I push her leggings down a little bit.
“What are you doing?” she whimpers as I brush my fingers over her slit.
“I’m pretty good at multitasking, Millie.”
The engine rumbles to life, tires crunching over gravel as we pull away.
The motion rocks us together, her pussy sliding over my fingers with each bump.
I add another finger, pushing inside her now tight, wet heat.
She’s soaking my hand, slick dripping down my wrist as I pump in and out, thumb still working her clit.
“Knox,” she moans, burying her face in my shoulder, her free hand clutching my arm. Her other hand pulls my cock out again.
I should stop. This is reckless—finger fucking an Omega as I drive around town like some animal. I’m the sheriff; if anyone saw, if word got out...
But her scent is everywhere, her body trembling, and I can’t.
Won’t.
My cock aches, heavy and leaking, as her hand strokes me faster, matching the rhythm of my fingers inside her.
I weave through back roads. Millie’s breaths come in short pants, her walls fluttering around my fingers. She’s close—I can feel it in the way she grinds down, chasing release. But I want more. Need it.
I pull up near an animal feed store. The walls look charred, but at least there’s some semblance of privacy here. The last thing I need is to crash my car my first night in town.