Page 38 of Knot My Only Fan

The thought makes my teeth ache just as badly as my cock.

When she comes down from her high with a sigh, I crawl down the nest and suck, but don’t bite on her thigh.

“You okay?” I ask as my hands stroke over her stomach while I listen to her soft, satisfied breaths.

She doesn’t answer and as her breathing quietens; I realize she’s fallen asleep.

I know every climax will take it out of her. If only for ten minutes. But it’s ten minutes I’ll need each time to recuperate.

When I know she’s in a deep sleep, I slide my hand over her stomach and find the patch she told me was her birth control. I flick my fingernail under the patch and rip it off so quickly she only gives a murmur.

Then I roll it between my fingers and smile at the thought of her being swollen with my baby inside her.

What the fuck am I thinking?

“Alpha,” she cries. It’s only been ten minutes as I expected, and now she is awake and already begging for more.

It was the longest ten minutes of my life, yet I know when she’s deeper in her heat and I’m exhausted, I’ll be on my knees begging for a longer respite.

“Are you hungry, little kitten?”

“Only for you.”

I smile. “Do you need your alpha’s cock?” I stand at the doorway with a towel around my waist.

I’ve heard how hungry and desperate omegas get in their heat. Not only for food, and it appears Scarlett is no exception.

She pushes herself upward to see me. There’s deep hunger in her gaze, and I smile when her tongue slides over her lips.

“Take off your mask,” she asks.

“What’s my scent?” I reply.

She pouts. “That’s my boundary. No talking about scents.”

“Then I’ll keep wearing my mask.” I want her more than I thought I would. I could claim her right now, but she’s an omega and she won’t want me if we’re not a scent match.

I can’t take that chance. I can’t do that to her.

She exhales and spreads her legs to show me her glistening pussy. “Then fuck me.”

I grin. “I can do that.”

I rip off the towel and walk toward her. My cock was already hard from the perfume in the room, but as I walk closer it’s getting harder and harder with every step I take.

My eyes are on hers as my hands slide up her legs. Her hairline is sweaty, beads of red show me her hair color is not what it seems. But now isn’t the time for that conversation.

She groans. Her hand presses on her stomach as her heat builds again.

“I’m going to take it away. I’m going to look after you.”

Her eyes meet mine and she nods. “You being here helps me.”

Is she saying I am her scent match? That’s normally the only way the presence of an alpha helps an omega without knotting her.

I want to bite her so fucking much that I know this must be what addiction feels like. The overwhelming urge to need something so bad you’ll take it, regardless of the consequences.

“Touch me. Fuck me,” she whispers, parting her legs, showing me the slick oozing from her, coating her inner thighs.

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