Page 31 of Knot My Only Fan

“Open the door, Scarlett.”

Do I want to do this with strangers, or with a man who my omega reacts to this way?

I don’t know what I was thinking. It’ll be a disaster. “Go away. You’re too late. I’ve booked myself into the heat hotel and I’m leaving now.”

“Open the door, Scarlett.”

“No.”

“Open the fucking door,” he growls as the handle shakes from the force of his touch.

I don’t know what he did, but my nose twitches, and my body stills as his scent forces its way through the cracks in the door.

No.

I want to say it out loud, but I can’t. I keep inhaling his sweet toasted marshmallow scent. Oh… and chocolate. It’s delicious. I want to eat him, lick every inch of his skin. Spread him on... me.

No!

“Trust me, Scarlett.” His tone is softer.

My fingers are already pulling on the handle.

His scent bursts into the room before he does. It all happens so fast, it’s as though he’s scared I’m going to change my mind.

I’m staring at a dark-haired man with a sharp jaw, that and the straight nose is as much as I can make out because of the mask he wears.

He is well over six feet tall and built like a lumberjack, but instead of a flannel shirt, he is wearing a black shirt and matching colored jeans. My eyes rise to his mask that covers the top half of his face and I see his beautiful, aqua blue eyes.

I press my hands frantically over my face and realize I forgot to slip mine on. “Oh no,” I whimper.

“It’s okay.” His voice is gentle as he steps forward and I want to step back, but I can’t stop looking at him. Can’t stop inhaling his scent. “You’re exactly how I expected you to look.”

“I am?”

“Maybe more beautiful.”

I laugh and span my hand over my make-up free face and hair that is in a sticky, messy bun on the top of my head. “Hardly.”

He tilts his head to one side. It’s only for a beat of my heart before he smiles.

He’s gorgeous. Dark hair, and eyes that are as blue as the sea looks on the postcards that my sister Harlow keeps on her bedroom wall. Specifically, the one of a yacht in the middle of the ocean.

I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to look into his beautiful eyes again, but when I open them it’s worse. His pupils flare out and take over the perfect pale blue.

My heart is thumping so hard, I’m surprised he can’t hear it.

Maybe he can.

His chest is heaving and his eyes still don’t leave mine as he inhales again.

“Fuck,” he grunts as his hand press on my arms and he pulls me to him. “You smell like mine.”

My heart clenches, but I know I need to stay strong. He can smell my omega, and as I’m in heat, no doubt that is all he wants.

“My heat is yours,” I say.

“Yes... That’s what I meant.” He licks his lips as steps another foot forward. This time I have to step back.

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