Page 34 of Knot My Only Fan

My body is already resting on his right arm, and with his left, he sweeps under my knees and lifts me off my feet. “I need to take away the edge for you.”

“I need to be knotted.” My voice lifts an octave.

The shake of his head is harsh. “It’s too early, but you’re right, we need to control it.”

“Do you need help?” I go to say with more alphas, but his unsettling stare causes me to halt my speech.

“No. I can do this,” he growls as he walks toward my nest, stopping at the edge.

“Please!” The whine that leaves my throat is like nothing I’ve ever heard before. “Just fuck me.”

“Invite me into your nest,” he says. His voice is gravelly as he waits.

I tilt my head back, gazing at the pillows arranged at the top of my cozy nest. My eyes wander over my lovely, soft fabrics, and I make a little hissing noise without realizing it until it releases from my mouth.

I know it’s because he’s going to mess with my nest.

“You’re not ready,” he grunts as he walks to the wall, slamming my back against it. I am left with no option but to wrap my legs around his waist, tightening my hold on him.

His eyes on mine as my hand slides between us, reaching between his legs. “I need to touch you.”

“Fuck,” he groans as my fingers push under his pants and I find the wet crown of his thick, hard cock near to the waistband.

“You’re so big.” My eyes roll into the back of my head, imagining him inside of me.

He grabs my hands and pins them by the wrist above my head. “I’m in charge, Omega.”

“Alpha.” I whimper.

The pheromones he exudes permeates the air, causing my eyes to roll again. “That’s right. I’m your alpha.”

He presses me harder against the wall, his cock pressing against my stomach.

Purring softly, I’m unable to resist locking eyes with him, my desire intensifying. I lick just under his mask, on his cheek. “Mm.” He tastes just like the scent that laces the air.

He bares his teeth. “What’s my scent, Omega?”

There’s a growing sensation within me, a feeling I’m on the verge of losing control. And I know I must remember to not let any discussions about scents affect me, or present my neck. Because as much as this feels very real, I know this is only a one-heat fuck.

“I want to see you,” I say, ignoring his demand. My hands reach to the mask covering his face. Before I can make a move to uncover his face, he pushes me up the wall and his body against mine, pressing his hard dick against my pussy.

I groan as he takes my hands again, holding them against the wall as he slams his mouth on mine. I’m met with the familiar sensation of his scorching and insistent kiss, causing my pulse to quicken in my neck.

With an equal sense of urgency, I return his kiss, mirroring his desperation.

It’s intoxicating, euphoric and I’m in so deep, I don’t know how I’m going to feel at the end of my heat.

I hear Sienna’s voice in my head. “Omegas make bad decisions when they’re in heat. Do not present your neck.”

Henry thrusts his hand between our bodies. His fingers roam down past my stomach and I groan when his thumb strokes over my clit.

He twists his hand somehow and slides two fingers over my soaking slit. “I’m going to enjoy knotting this sweet pussy.”

My frustrated whine fills the air. “Please!” I moan into his mouth as my hips grind to get more friction from his fingers.

“I’m in charge, Omega,” he growls.

My cheeks flare, a little from being called an omega, and a lot from being chastised. This is my heat and I’ll—

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