Page 15 of Knotty Pumpkin

“Ughh,” I grumble, hanging up the phone and pacing the length of my room completely naked. The fever has fully set in now, my skin highly sensitive. Not even my softest, smoothest blanket feels tolerable tonight.

That’s the third time I’ve called the station, and the third time I’ve gotten their answering machine. On the first call I left a voicemail asking them to call me back. I guess I’ll have to trust that they will.

Making my way to the open living area, I assess the front door, double checking that all three locks are engaged. Grabbing a few vitamin waters from the fridge, I make my way back to my room, closing that door and locking it too.

A severe cramp has me doubling over as I check all the windows, closing and locking them before drawing the blinds. It’s time to set up my nest and pull out the old faithful toys. Not that they’ll really satisfy, but the alternative is asking Noah and Corey to help me.

If I hadn’t met them, hadn’t experienced the instant pull and connection caused by their scents, I would probably call a heat clinic. I’ve used them before, but this time it doesn’t feel right. I can’t imagine touching other alphas or letting them touch me. I only want Pack Rhys.

Groaning, I switch off the room light and turn on the orange fairy lights strung along the walls. In the corner of my room I have an oversized reading chair, big enough to sleep on comfortably and that’s where my nest is set up. I have giant oversized cushions in all shades of orange and gold—I really am an autumn. Most are silky, though there’s a mix of cotton and fluffy fabrics in there, together with a giant burnt orange blanket.

It's my safe space, and a hidden drawer in the side holds a wide variety of toys, including a bronze alpha vibrator with a small knot at the base that I previously named Bruce. Whilst it doesn’t completely replace the need for an alphas knot, it takes the edge off slightly.

And that’s what I need. Something to take the edge off so I can eat and sleep before my heat truly kicks in.

Grabbing out Bruce and lying him beside me on the lounge, I also pull out some rose gold chained nipple clamps. They’ll give me the extra stimulation and sense of submission I crave in sex.

The pinch of the clamps as I adjust them sends shockwaves straight to my pussy, causing a gush of slick together with another cramp.

“Oh, Bruce, my faithful friend” I moan as I cup my breasts, squeezing hard before lying back in my nest and spreading my legs wide, my hand drifting down to play with my clit. “You’re up.”

Running my fingers through my folds, I gather the slick there, using it to lubricate Bruce before picking him up and choosing my favourite program. Number six. Two short buzzes followed by a long one. Hits just right.

Bringing the toy to my pussy, I run it along my centre, moaning as the vibration hits my clit and pleasure begins to coil deep inside me. I repeat the motion, tugging on my nipple clamps at the height of the vibrations.

My eyes drift close as I lose myself in the pleasure, one hand gripping the blanket beneath me as I bring Bruce to my entrance and slowly push him inside.

He’s a big boy, and the feeling of the cold, smooth cock inside me has my toes curling and a scream escaping me. I’ve never been quiet in bed, not even solo.

I let myself fall back into fantasies of Corey and Noah again. Of them pleasuring me. Of me pleasuring them. Of them pleasuring each other. The three of us twistedtogether in the throngs of ecstasy as we explore each other’s bodies.

My scent thickens, filling the room. The desperate urge to scent it combined with Noah’s coffee and Corey’s marshmallow scents overcomes me, and I whimper with need. I thrust Bruce in and out, my pace quickening as I chase my orgasm.

It hits me like a freight train, my back arching off the bed as I scream through the uncoiling of pleasure, my body tensing and then relaxing as it rips through me. Already feeling needy, I push Bruce in harder, deeper, his small knot breeching my entrance, my pussy clamping down around it.

I’m so lost in my lust, so deep in my fantasies, that I don’t even hear the door being kicked open.

“Saylor, honey, open your eyes.”

At first I think the voice comes from my imagination, that my fantasies have taken on a mind of their own. That is until a hand brushes over my arm, and I almost jump out of my skin. The breath I take is laced with coffee and toasted marshmallows confirming that what I see in front of me is indeed happening.

Noah is standing beside the reading chair, his eyes dark with lust as he pulls his hand away from my arm. Behind him stands Corey, sheepishly trying to lean my dooragainst the wall, the frame shattered and hinges on the ground.

And here I am, chains hanging from the clamps still attached to my nipples, legs spread wide with Bruce buried deep inside my pussy.

I should ask them why they’re here. Why they’ve broken down my door like they thought someone was being murdered. Or feel embarrassed at what they’ve walked in on, and how completely and utterly on display I am.

But instead, I perfume, my pussy fluttering around Bruce, more slick gushing from me as I realise that maybe I won’t be spending this heat alone after all.

Chapter Ten

Heart beating out of my chest, I kick the bedroom door again, praying it’ll break open this time. A crack sounds, a split forming near the handle as I take a step back, a bead of sweat rolling down my spine as I ready to try again. Saylor is in there and my alpha needs to get to her. Now.

Corey called me from Linnara Lake with news I never expected to hear. The guy Saylor had said shewasn’t with when we’d helped her was here in Linnara and appeared to be stalking her. Hudson said he was a dangerous man, and that Saylor shouldn’t be left alone while he was on the loose. So I picked Corey up and as soon as I knew he was okay, we came straight here.

I should have known something was up when she asked me to take her home earlier.

When no one answered the door, I thought she might be asleep, or maybe she’d gone out again. But then we heard her scream and my instincts took over. Together, we broke through the apartment door in record time. It doesn’t escape my notice that Luke could have done the same, the only consolation being there was no damage when we arrived.

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