Page 35 of Knot My Only Fan

I let out a groan as another wave of pain shoots through my stomach.

“Add another finger. I need more.” I widen my thighs, giving him more space and rock my pussy against his hand.

He does the opposite.

I grumble.

“Tell me you wanted me. Tell me the OmegaFans’ account was to piss me off, and you would never do this without me.”

“Henry…”

He teases the bud of my clit with his thumb. “Tell me or I won’t lay you down on your nest and eat your perfect, wet pussy.” Our eyes clash. “You want my mouth on you, don’t you, Omega?”

My pussy aches at the thought, and I nod.

“You want me to eat you out until you come on my face? You want me to own your pussy.”

I’m nodding frantically now. “Lick me.”

I’m completely entranced by his gaze, feeling as if I’m being pulled into two deep, dark holes.

“I’m going to lick you. You know why?”

“Because I’m in heat, and it’s turning you on,” I murmur.

He laughs. “Oh Scarlett, you’re fucking perfect.”

I smile, holding back a giggle that he doesn’t know my name. That’ll make it easier when we say our goodbyes.

“I am turned on. But not because of your heat.”

He slides a finger deep inside me. My eyes roll into my head and my vision blurs for a moment.

I groan.

I’m feeling so hot, not only because of my heat, but also because of him. He’s making my blood burn, and my body to tingle all over.

“I’m going to do everything. Because I know you want me as much as I want you. And you chose me. You’re giving yourself to me.”

He curls his finger inside me again and I arch my back, staring at the ceiling rather than into his eyes.

He hisses as his finger works in and out of me, and his thumb slides over my slippery clit in measured strokes.

“Oh, my…”

My head spins. It feels like delicious torture. Not sure if it’s his mouth, his words, or his scent, but everything is so good that I want to breathe him in and hold it in my memory forever.

He sucks on the skin just below my ear. Then a little nip.

My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I gasp his name.

“Look at me,” he growls against my neck. His teeth snapping against my flesh and I jerk forward.

“Don’t bite me.”

“Then look at me.” His voice is low as he strokes his finger inside me again as our gazes lock on each other until I convulse against him.

“Come for me, little kitten.”

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