The club was packed, filled with omegas who were obviously ready for the taking. But none of that mattered when I saw him.

I’d caught his scent outside and it was filling my lungs as I looked across the room at him.

He was the omega in heat, and he was gorgeous. He was slightly shorter than I, but no slouch, and he had a softness about him, a tenderness that was impossible to ignore. He had light brown hair, but it was all but trimmed off in the short crew cut he was wearing.

His clothes weren’t impressive, but he wore them well. On top, he had a somewhat ragged green sweater, which hung loosely and exposed the top of his chest and collarbones at the collar. And a pair of worn tan khakis with some leather shoes.

My dick grew to almost full size at the sight of him. I wanted to snatch him and bend him over the bar, but I couldn’t. So I did the next best thing. I strode right across the dance floor, nudging people out of my way on my path toward him.

“Hey, watch it, asshole!” Someone growled at me, but one look from me shut him up.

His scent grew stronger, threatening to overwhelm me as I stepped through the crowd to reach him, and my dick was fighting to burst through the buttons on my jeans as our eyes locked.

Baby blue…

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I told him. The words were out of my mouth before I even had a second to process them. “What’s a sweet omega like you doing in a dump like this?”

He definitely looked out of place, like he wasn’t happy to be here. I could see the sweat on his hands and the goosebumps on his forearms, but when I looked down I could also see the bulge in his pants.

That makes two of us…

I couldn’t help but reach out and take his hand. The heat from his body was almost as intoxicating as his smell, which was hitting me like the sweetest drug someone had designed for me.

“I – I don’t know,” he stammered, looking over his shoulder back to the bar.

That’s right, I grimaced. The bouncer said he was with someone.

I tried to get a look at whoever it was he was eyeing, but there were just too many people for me to be able to tell.

“You’re in heat too,” I told him. “I’m surprised this dance hasn’t turned into a gangbang.”

He laughed awkwardly, snorting and covered his mouth with his hand, turning away with embarrassment. He composed himself and turned back.

“That’s funny,” he smiled.

“Seriously, though,” I told him. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m – I’m looking for someone,” he said. There was something behind his eyes that I couldn’t quite read. But I was so fired up I just barreled ahead like a train at full steam.

“Well, baby,” I grinned. “You just found someone. Why don’t you and I get the fuck out of here? My bike’s still hot outside. You live around here?”

“Kind of,” he stammered. “But – we can’t go back to my place tonight.”

“Okay, that’s fine,” I told him. “I’ve got a place. What’s your name?”

“Billy,” he replied, his voice like a perfect coating of sprinkles on a soft serve ice cream cone.

“Well, Billy,” I said. “I’m Aiden, and I’m your alpha for tonight.”

At least for tonight, I thought, wondering what was coming over me.

The Love Knot was for Mr. Right Now, not Mr. Right or Mr. Fucking-Forever, but the way this omega was looking at me had me thinking all kinds of thoughts I wasn’t accustomed to.

I was a wild, carefree, nothing to lose biker dude and here I was in the middle of a crowded club, holding the hand of an omega I’d just met, with my dick rock hard and my mind on thoughts of a future and a family.

What the fuck!?

I shook my head and started to pull Billy toward the door.

“One second!” he said, pulling away from me. My heart leapt for a moment when I thought I was going to lose him, and I almost raced after him, but when I saw him stop at the bar I realized what was going on.

Whoever he was with, he wasn’t really with, and he was letting him know that he was about to leave – with me.

I couldn’t stop the stupid grin from spreading over my face and my dick twitching again as the blood pumped into it. How the fuck was I going to ride the bike with a hard cock like this?

My smile widened as an idea popped into my mind.

Billy came racing back over to me and I took him by the hand and lead him toward the door.

“Seriously?” A voice growled from the shadows. I turned to see an older looking alpha with a long beard and tons of piercings looking at us with disdain. “You’re leaving with that scruffy piece of shit?”

Obviously he meant me. I could tell the old man had a few drinks in him, and normally I’d just shrug him off and keep it moving, but he actually stepped up to me like he was going to do something.

“That ain’t the boy for you, scruffy,” he said, putting a hand on Billy’s wrist. He pulled hard, trying to take him from me and it drove me into a frenzy. It took everything in me not to shift right there and tear his throat out.

Instead, I hit him. Hard.

My uppercut drove his teeth together and I heard a sickening click as his jaw snapped shut and he staggered backward. His drink hit the floor and he toppled over in a heap.

I heard a gasp from some of the crowd behind me and knew it was time to get the Hell out of here.

“Come on,” I said to Billy, who was looking up at me in shock like no one had ever stepped in and protected him before. “This ain’t the place for either of us.”

As I tore open the door to the club and pulled Billy outside with me, I felt a fire flaming within me, hotter than the pistons of my bike. I’d come to The Love Knot looking for a one-night stand, a way to ease the itch in my pants, but I’d found something else – an omega that did something to me I’d never felt before. Not once.

I felt like a hero as I pulled him away from the club, the bouncer and the hungry gaggle of goons still waiting in line, sniffing the air behind us as we crossed the street. We stepped into the shadows of the alley and I led him to my bike.

“This is yours?” he asked.

“You sound surprised,” I replied, kicking the bike to life. “You picture me in a luxury sedan?”

Billy grinned sheepishly in a way that made my icy heart start to melt a little.

“Get your fine ass on here,” I told him, revving the throttle. Billy looked more than happy to oblige, and slid onto the seat behind me. My dick was practically tearing through my jeans as he wrapped his arms around my waist and I shifted into gear.

The bike leapt forward, spitting slush from the rear wheel as I gunned it out of the alley and away into the night.