Page 32 of Knot My Only Fan

“No kissing,” I say. “You’re only here to fuck my heat away.”

He chuckles. “I am.”

“No catching feelings. You know I don’t want to be an omega.”

“Just fucking,” he growls as he turns to look at my nest, taking slow steps toward it.

“Stop!” I screech. I stare at him as he turns from looking at my nest to me. I wag my finger in the air. “Don’t touch it.”

He spins on his feet and strides toward me.

“Stop!”

His hands slip down my arms, over my waist, and he grabs my thighs.

With wide-open eyes, I swallow. He’s so tall, and broad. His arms fill out the shirt he wears and I can’t even go there with how amazing his thighs are as they strain against his pants.

Oh God.

He picks me up and I can’t do anything but wrap my legs around his waist as I stare at his face.

He stops walking. His eyes drop to between my thighs. “You’re not wearing panties, Scarlett.”

I’m so glad I never felt the urge to give him my real name.

“You’re right Henry. I’ve been fucking myself for three hours while I waited... and waited.”

He growls. “This pussy is mine.”

My body stills, and my omega purrs.

What the hell!

I can’t forge a sarcastic response as my muscles contract as another bout of pain rolls through me. “I hate being an omega.”

“You should be treasured,” he says, laying me on the mattress that I only now see resembles my nest. I don’t remember when I did it. Everything was folded and sitting at the edge. Only my cashmere blanket was needed.

He takes off his shirt and lays it over the back of the chair. He’s wearing a top underneath. His large hands grab the hem, lifting his tee shirt until I see what I’ve seen so many times before. Sculpted arms, wide chest and a six-pack that looks like it’s been painted on.

He is perfect. And mine!

“I want to see your face.” The mewling sound leaving my mouth is nothing like my voice.

“Sorry kitten.”

I pout at the nickname, then chuckle because I don’t hate it. “Nobody has ever called me kitten before. I thought you’d be a raging alpha and calling me Omega constantly.”

“Would you prefer that?”

I shake my head. “Is it fair that I can’t see you, but you’ve seen me now?”

“It’s best this way.”

I go to argue, but the ache in my body creeps into my stomach and lower again. I close my eyes and cry out as an invisible knife stabs at my insides.

One.

Two.

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