Page 11 of Knot My Only Fan

She’s about to lie to me.

“I thought I was a beta.”

I breathe heavily through my nose, wanting to call her out for the blatant lie. But how can I when I’ve lied to her?

She squeaks when she looks at the screen. My cock bangs against my abdomen and pre-cum leaks from the end.

I don’t know why she suddenly finds my dick so offensive, but as I don’t want my raging hard on getting in the way of what we’re discussing, I cover the end with my hand.

Then I realize she is looking at my swollen knot. Her tongue slides over her bottom lip, yet I don’t think she’s realized.

I push on my cock, holding it down, as I slide my boxer shorts to cover myself, then I quickly lift the camera, so she can only see my six-pack abs, but still not my face.

She sighs and crosses her arms over her chest, trying to hide her body, but unwittingly squishes her gorgeous tits together. Each one would fit perfectly in my large hands. But it’s the sight of her squirming in front of me, and not her tits, that is getting me harder.

I thought it was strange that I liked a beta. But I did. I liked her because she had a sassy mouth, a brilliant mind, and she had plans for her life and didn’t talk about wanting a man. I liked that she intended to do everything herself.

Everything a typical omega didn’t want to do.

“Are you on suppressants, Scarlett?”

Her mask still covers most of her face, but her big brown eyes search for me; not that she can see me. Her teeth dig into her bottom lip, and now I see her.

Now she looks like the omega she’s been trying to hide.

“Not yet.”

I’m confused by her answer. Seeing her slick all of a sudden made me think she’s ran out or stopped taking them, but her answer tells me she’s not on suppressants but is planning to take them, possibly soon.

She turns around, looking at the bed behind her. My eyes follow to see what she is trying to find.

And then I watch as her hand pushes a vibrator behind her. An alpha vibrator—at least, apart from the purple color, but everything else, the balls, the size, the girth... the knot.

“I need to go,” she says when she turns back to me.

“No fucking way. Start talking. You’ve duped me. I thought I was getting myself off with a beta and now I know you’ve been lying to me all this time.” I grunt. “Now tell me everything, or I’ll contact the app and tell them you’re a liar and have you banned.”

“There’s nothing to tell you. It’s what you see. I never lied to you. I thought I was a beta, and now I’m not.”

It shouldn’t excite me, but it does. Her admitting she is everything I avoid.

“Are you a switch?”

I know there’s a small number of people who can switch from an alpha to an omega, or omega to alpha. They have a primary designation that they live by most of the time. I don’t know the reason for the switch, whether it’s stress or something else, because I’ve never looked into it. But what I’ve never heard of is a beta being able to switch.

She shakes her head as she pulls her knees up to her chest and rests her chin on them. Her eyes staring into the camera the entire time.

“I’ll be leaving the site for a couple of weeks. I can’t have this happening again.” She points a shaky finger between her legs. “Just cancel your subscription and delete my number.”

“You’re not getting away that easily,” I say. My heart is racing at the thought of not seeing her for weeks—she’s the only reason I’m sane.

I take a deep breath and watch as her mouth opens, and she nervously licks her lips.

My cock hardens again at the thought of her mouth around it, sucking me until I come down her throat.

I’m glad she can’t read my thoughts because I want to do so much for her now.

She sighs. “I thought I was a beta, but a few days ago my omega awakened. It was much later than anyone normally goes through it. I’m twenty-two years old,” she whimpers. “My family thought I was a beta... so did I.”

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