I thrust up into her and she bites my shoulder through my shirt again to muffle herself. The pressure of her teeth makes me snarl into her hair and my hips snap harder. Her fingers dig into my shoulders. Her breath is hot and ragged against the side of my neck and every exhale carries a tiny sound she's trying to swallow.
"Quieter," I manage.
"You're one to talk," she pants. "You're growling."
"I am not?—"
"You literally sound like a fucking bear."
"SHHH."
I adjust my grip on her ass and drive deeper. Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens on a moan that she barely catches, clamping her lips together at the last second. The muffled sound vibrates against her closed mouth and comes out as a squeaky hum that's somehow even more obscene.
Footsteps in the hallway again.
This time they slow.
Bells slaps her hand over her own mouth. I hold absolutely fucking still, buried inside her, her thighs trembling around my waist, both of us staring at the door like it's about to explode.
The footsteps continue past.
"Holy fuck," she breathes through her fingers.
I don't have time to laugh because my body decides this is the moment to stop cooperating. The adrenaline and her scent and the bond singing between us and the fact that she's clenching around me every time we freeze all goes straight to my cock.
My knot is swelling.
Oh, FUCK no.
Not now.
Not with Carmine right down the hall.
The thought of him immediately makes my knot soften just enough to stop catching on her entrance.
But her thighs are actively fighting me, locking harder, her heels digging into my lower back. Every omega instinct she has is telling her the exact opposite of what I'm about to do, which is pull the fuck out before I fucking knot her.
The knot swells another fraction of an inch and my vision strobes.
"Bells," I groan.
She whines. An actual omega whine, high and helpless and pissed off, and it claws at my inner alpha that wants to snarl and slam home and never let her down from this wall.
I put my forehead against hers. "Baby. If Carmine walks in on us locked together, he'll kill us. And if he doesn't, the memory of Carmine's face every time I fuck you will."
A strangled laugh comes out of her. Her legs loosen. Barely.
"FIIIIINE."
It's enough.
I pull out.
The loss of her is physical agony and the half-swollen knot aches with nowhere to go. I bury my groan in the crook of her neck.
She wraps her hand around my cock and it takes three strokes to finish me off. I bite down on the collar of her white shirt to keep quiet, my own hand working her through her orgasm as she chomps on my shoulder again so she doesn't scream.
By the time we're tangled up in each other, panting, my shoulder's throbbing where her teeth went in and I'm pretty sure it's going to be a huge pain in the ass onstage tonight.