Page 129 of Knot a Good Idea

Donovan insists it didn’t, but maybe if I hadn’t had such a strong reaction to the mention ofO,hewouldn’t have bloodied his knuckles.

He didn’t need to defend me, but my inner Omega can’t help but feel flattered.

Still, I walk back inside the house with dirt stains on my dress, embarrassed by my reaction.

“I’m sorry,” I sigh. “I know this won’t look good for your image.”

Donovan sits at the kitchen island, pressing a paper towel to his knuckles. “What doesn’t look good is a disgusting middle aged man offering contraband in my house, then laughing in mygirlfriend’sface about it.”

My face flames. Donovan’s never referred to me as his girlfriend before, and I’m slightly giddy inside.

I’m a mess of emotions, but knowing that the pack has my back is enough to keep me from falling apart on the way to my bedroom.

I just need to sleep. That’s all I want to do.

I tell them all goodnight, strip out of my dress and scrub every inch of my body in the scalding shower.

I let the water beat down on me and wash away my fears and anxiety.

I’m not going back there.

I’m safe with Liam, Hunter, and Donovan.

I repeat the mantras in my head, pop some medicine to prepare for my Heat, then turn my attention to my nest, which smells like mint, spice, and the ocean.

After dressing in cotton shorts and a tank top, I burrow under the blankets and close my eyes, breathing deeply.

I wakeup and kick off the blankets.

I was out so quickly that I fell asleep with the lights on and my phone next to my face.

My back is soaked with sweat and my limbs are achy, but the place that needs the most attention is my cunt.

I can’t ignore it anymore.

My Heat is here, and despite the medications, it’s all-consuming.

I arch my back and run my hand through the front of my shorts. They’re already wet with slick, and my slit is hot to the touch.

“Holy shit,” I breathe, sitting up in bed. “Holyshit.”

I have two options in front of me.

The first is to struggle though this alone.

I know I made the invitation to the pack, but everything is still in my hands.

If I don’t call for them, they will give me the space I need to get through my Heat.

Will it be miserable? Absolutely.

Could I handle it? Sure. I’ve been through worse.

But this time, I don’t need to.

I can practically hear Skylar screaming in my head at me to have fun for once. To take all three of those Alpha dicks and ride them into the sunset.

To just allow myself to be taken care of.

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