Page 30 of Knot My Only Fan

I crawl on the bed, spread my legs while my fingers slide under the bottom of my hoodie, and I cup one breast and squeeze. My skin prickles as I pinch my nipple. The fingertips of my other hand skate over my stomach and lower until I slide them through my slickness.

Another heat spike rushes through my body before a deep shiver zips down my spine. I moan as the pulsing ache inside me gets stronger and my temperature peaks once again.

The ache will go away once you come.

I close my eyes as my fingers create some magic. Imagining an alpha doing this for me. Him circling my clit with his fingers, not me.

I groan as the fantasy takes over my thoughts. It’s his fingers teasing me, sliding through my slick before adding another finger and thrusting in and out.

His knot.

A low moan escapes my lips as I think about him clamping himself inside me just before his teeth scrape against my neck.

No.

What the hell is wrong with you, Grace?

You don’t have a fantasy to be his.

But my pussy disagrees as slick gushes as my pussy clamps around my fingers. I’m shaking and panting, thrusting in and out of myself. It’s not enough, and I grab The Master, thrusting the solid glass dildo inside me. Rubbing my clit over and over.

Finally.

“Yes,” I whimper, as my climax attacks me hard.

My chest is heaving when I open my eyes. Just as another ache descends to my pussy. “Not again.”

I can’t do this by myself anymore.

I snatch my phone off the bedside table and scroll through my contacts. Not stopping until my finger hovers over the name of the heat hotel, Sweet Heat, before I call the number.

The reception answers on the second ring. “Sweet Heat, how may I help you?”

I don’t answer immediately. Instead, I listen to voices chattering in the background.

“Hello, can I help you?” The lady’s dulcet tone melts the tension that has built in my body.

Maybe a heat hotel will work.

I press my free hand over my sweaty forehead. Mom was right. I can’t do this on my own. I need help.

“My name...”

A thud makes me jump. I straighten on the bed and stare at the hotel door.

“One moment,” I say to the lady on the call, placing her on mute.

My heart is racing as I stride across the carpet and press my face against the panel, closing one eye as I look through the peephole, but I can’t see anything but a black shirt.

“It’s me.” A lightning bolt of hot slick gushes from my pussy when I hear his deep, masculine voice.

“Who are you?” I rush to the table and grab a few tissues, wiping between my thighs and getting rid of the evidence.

“Henryluvsbetas.”

I already knew. His voice could always help to get me off, not that I slicked for him before my omega awakened.

But I’m still pissed with him. Leaving me for three hours when he told me he was on his way. “You’re too late. I’m going to the heat hotel.”

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