Page 5 of Knot Happening

The door swings open easily when I barge inside on a mission, and I come to a standstill barely three steps in.

Dildos everywhere. So many, many dildos. Hundreds… Floor-to-ceiling dicks. Wall-to-wall cock.

Knot after artificial knot.

I’m enthralled by the bright pink cock on display at the front of the store. It’s massive. It has a knot simulator with a remote control. My thighs clench at the turn my imagination takes when I reach toward the technological marvel. I haven’t had a heat in years. Suppressants have kept those at bay, and even though they are expensive, I spend the extra money every month. That won’t change.

This bad boy, however, almost makes me wish I was due for a heat soon. Almost. Just enough for me to imagine what it might feel like, but not enough to actually lose my fucking mind and stop taking my meds.

I don’t think there’s anything on earth that could make me want to go through a heat ever again.

Not after my first, and consequently last, heat.

“Wow. Should I be self-conscious that I’m not packing that thing?” a deep, masculine voice chuckles from beside me. A very nice voice. Like the low roar of a fire. It feels like honey when he speaks.

I glance up at the handsome Alpha with blue eyes that are framed by naturally-dark, long lashes and brown hair that’s styled away from his face, and flip the universe the bird. Nice try, but I’m not falling for that. For some smooth talking, attractive guy with wide shoulders and a warm smile.You’ll have to try harder than that, universe!

“I’m sure you make up for it in other ways.” Or maybe not. It’s fine. I can flirt. I need to practice anyway. How will I convince Alphas to spend their money or time with me if I can’t even hold a conversation with one?

“Oh, I do, but that thing is a beast.” The Alpha tilts his head as he examines the giant knot vibrator. “I suppose it’s not that much bigger, but still.” He grins as he turns to me, a knowing look in his eyes, and I snort a laugh. I can’t help it. Not that much bigger? Okay, buddy. That thing is like thirteen inches long and a wine bottle or more in width. I’m an Omega and built to take Alpha knots. Big fat knots. I mentally shake myself. I need to get a grip. I’m being closely watched.

I feel slightly self-conscious as he stares down at me. I’m wearing an oversized black hoodie and jean shorts. My sneakers have seen better days, now more brown than the white they once were. My blonde hair is in a messy bun, and I’m makeup free. The Alpha before me is in a freaking suit. I’m not sure which one of us is more out-of-place in here. Probably him.

“Well, vibrators have their perks, like not talking and lasting long enough for the Omega to come. That thing isn’t going to finish too quickly, and then ask if I came in six minutes of rough thrusting.” Even though that’s an experience I’ve only seen on TV or read in books.

The one and only experience I had with an Alpha was, well, completely opposite. I shut the memories out. The last thing I need to do is get turned on in a sex shop. Especially while thinking aboutthatasshole. My mood threatens to sour, my blueberry and vanilla ice cream scent turning acidic, and I thank the universe for whoever invented suppressants. He’ll scent it, but it’ll be muted. Probably won’t even trigger his Alpha side.

An Alpha’s natural instinct is to soothe an Omega in distress, even if that distress is just annoyance. The last thing I need is this guy growling at me. Or worse, purring. No fucking way.

My anxiety spikes at the thought, and I jerk my gaze away from the intensity of his stare. Catching my attention on either tattooed wrist is a silver-braided bracelet and expensive lookingwatch that have my fingers twitching. He’s also got a necklace, but those are harder to reach unnoticed…

“Fair enough, but can I tell you a secret?” The Alpha steps into me, forcing me to tilt my head up, so I can look into his eyes when he leans down into my space. So tall and so handsome.

His scent is also clean and fresh, like summer rain, but it’s muted. It’s almost like his natural scent is missing, and I’m only picking up his body wash or cologne.

Alpha scents are usually overpowering. Meant to soothe or entice Omegas. I nod, waiting for him to speak before making my move, as his arm brushes mine when he leans even closer. My heart rate dances in my chest at the prospect of a new item for my collection.

“I would never have to ask an Omega if she came. I know what a woman looks like, sounds like, and tastes like when she comes, and I can guarantee I last much longer than six minutes ofrough thrusting.”

I swallow thickly, locked in place, and slightly shocked.

That was a bold statement. From a stranger… In a sex shop.

I snap out of the stupor, shove my left hand into my jeans pocket, and pat his shoulder with my right. “Well, good for you, big boy.”

I step around him to find the clothing section, my adrenaline soaring like it always does when I do something naughty. It takes me a moment to remind myself why I’m here.

That was probably the hottest thing an Alpha has ever said to me. I think I liked it a little too much.

I might be on suppressants, but they only do so much. Their main job is to prevent me from going into heat. Some of the side effects are just a happy bonus. Like muted scents, and dulled instincts.

They can’t stop me from feeling attracted to sexy Alphas that whisper dirty things. Knowing I need to keep my distance, andbeing capable of resisting my body's needs, are two separate things. I haven’t gone three years without sex because I’m a robot who doesn’t feel need or desire.

No, I’ve gone three years without sex because I’ve been entirely too busy to hunt for a casual hookup. Okay, that's half true. I’m also entirely uninterested in Alphas. Betas would be safer, since an Omega like me needs an Alpha knot to get through their heat. Obviously, there are always exceptions.

Some packs make it work, and couples can use heat clinics if they want to. Then there are toys and artificial knots or locks. But in the long run, a lone omega with a lone Beta doesn't usually last relationship wise, once that first heat hits.

Betas aren’t built to help Omegas through a heat cycle. Not alone. At least, not as far as I know. I know that Betas can be the calm in a storm of pack hormones. Alphas tend to be overbearing, and Omegas can be extremely emotional. In a pack, Betas can help their mates navigate hormones and ride out those roller coasters of intensity and find balance.

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