Page 25 of Knot My Only Fan

I raise my top and show her the small skin colored patch. Omegas in heat are extra fertile, and I don’t want to get pregnant. I want this heat over and done with and go back to my life where I can be a beta. Unfortunately, I never went on birth control before my awakening. My first and only sexual experience was with my beta ex-boyfriend, and he wore a condom. But Mom insists on the patch because she doesn’t trust alphas to wrap themselves, not when I’m in heat. “I put it on this morning.”

“It should be enough time for it to work by tomorrow.”

I stride to the door and pull on the handle, opening the door wide. “See you in a couple of days.”

“Hopefully, that’s all it will take.” Bardot says. “I was speaking to Ella, and she thinks yours will last longer.”

“Lucky me,” I say with a sigh.

Mom smiles. “As soon as it’s over, I’ll get you home and you can sleep it off for a few days.” She pulls me close to her, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head. “You’ll be fine. I’ll be in room six one five in case you need me in an emergency. I won’t leave the hotel. I’ve got some papers to work on, so I’m going to work from my room until you call me.”

“Thanks Mom.”

Bardot hugs me next, followed by Harlow, and only a couple of minutes later, I’m in the room alone.

After a long soak in the tub, I feel less like the heat will come on with a vengeance and I remove all the fabrics I brought and make the hotel bed resemble what my mom calls my nest.

Once I’m happy with how it looks, I take my iPad and log onto my OmegaFans app, smiling when I see another ten people have signed up for tonight’s performance.

I’m excited. My heart is pounding at the thought of how much I’ll make. It feels surreal that so many alphas will pay to watch an omega in heat. But it’s more overwhelming that I’m so close to my dream.

Ginger:

UPDATE–my temperature keeps spiking into heat territory and is expected to stay there from today sometime. Looking forward to seeing your knots to help me along the way.

I smile when I send the message out to the men who signed up and anyone else who may be interested. I’m crossing my fingers that I manage to get to one hundred watchers and have enough to purchase the café.

After I double-check the connection, I take all my new toys from their boxes and, after cleaning each one, I position them on one side of the bed. My gaze wanders from one toy to the next as a sudden gush of slick slides down the inside of my thigh, soaking my super soft leggings that I wore instead of my pajamas.

“Oh, God.”

The thought of earning so much money turns me on but doesn’t stop my nerves from fraying.

“Just think of the money, Grace,” I mutter to myself as I take the underwear from my suitcase. I’m going to wear white lingerie when I first go online. It’s lacy and a little revealing. Hopefully, it’ll help the alphas send me generous tips.

My OmegaFans app chimes. I check the message.

Xander: How much for my eyes only?

I reply.

Ginger: Sorry, I can’t.

I don’t want to see one alpha and start begging for his knot. I’m hoping that I’ll be watching lots of alphas, not just one, that way I won’t get attached to one and the reason I replied to Henry when I received his message this morning that I didn’t want to know the alphas who take me through my heat.

Xander: One hundred thousand for your heat. I want to help you through it, and obviously, you need the money.

I scrape my fingernail through my teeth as I contemplate the offer. One alpha to get me through the whole heat and enough money to buy my café at the same time.

Ginger: It’s a very nice offer but I’ll be going to the heat hotel when my deep heat kicks in.

Xander: I’m more than capable.

Ginger: I’m sure you are. But I want to remain in control and this way I will.

Xander: I’ll find you.

Ginger: It’ll be over by the time you do.

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