Page 14 of Knot My Only Fan

She’s draped across the mattress, with her long blonde hair cascaded over the pillows. One tit is uncovered as she curls her finger to me. “Fuck me one last time.”

I might be an alpha, but my dick doesn’t twitch.

And I warned her last night that I don’t commit.

Last night.

Fuck!

I hate myself for falling asleep. I should’ve left her in the room, as I usually do after my conquests.

I don’t care that she’s gorgeous. She isn’t mine.

“Let me feel you one last time.” She pushes the sheets back, revealing her naked body in all its glory. “Let me take your mind off the game.”

I laugh. She thinks losing the game last night is the reason for my hesitation.

Her smile widens as I stride to her. But I’m already wearing my pants and grab my shirt and push my arm into the sleeve.

“I told you, last night was all you got. One fuck. I didn’t fall asleep with you because I wanted to.”

Her body straightens.

“Bastard!”

I button up my shirt and nod before my eyes fall on hers. “And that’s why I don’t normally sleep with my fucks.”

“Your fucks!” Her once feminine voice turns into a shriek.

“Hey.” My voice is low as I grab my wallet. “You came onto me. I never pursued you.”

I’ve been trying to recall her name this entire time, but as I reach the door, I no longer care.

“You’re an asshole.” Her tone is chilly.

When I turn back to her, her fingernails are gripping the sheet over her body so hard that I’m sure she is going to tear through the cotton.

“I know.”

I do.

I’ve heard it many times from both my team and puck bunnies.

“But if it’s any consolation, you were my first fuck in two months.”

“I’m honored.” She smiles as she combs her fingers through her long, blonde hair. “I could make you feel good again. I could try to take your knot again.”

“You’re still not an omega.”

Her pretty face drops to stare at the sheets. “Then why don’t you have an omega?” Her wide eyes lift to mine.

I don’t want to have this discussion with a stranger.

The strange feelings I’ve been having lately. The feeling that my alpha is trying to claw his way out of my body each time that I’m sure I smell my omega. I know it’s some phantom perfume, but I also feel like it’s coating my skin.

I’m hoping that means I’m close to finding not only an omega, but my scent matched mate.

And somehow I know my housemate and teammate, Lucas, is feeling the same way.

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