Page 27 of Broken Dreams

Striding across the house to herd them out the door, I shoulder my bag full of weapons. I may not be able to have them with me inside, but I want them close by. The guys will make sure I’m armed when I need to be.

Loading up the cars, I get into my truck next to Callum. It’s a ten hour drive to Detroit, and we’re taking two vehicles. It’s stupid early in the morning, and I expect that Adira will probably curl up in the piles of blankets on the couch and nap for a while.

The plan is to arrive at Slick Dreams in time for our scheduled slot. Bret Harris, the owner of the club, has very regimented rules for this heat. I’m nervous about tonight, as is Callum by the way that he’s tapping his fingers in the air. He’s listening to a tune only he can hear, which so often happens when he’s thinking about Quinn.

Turning on the truck, I take a deep breath as I ease out of the driveway with Pack Dresmond behind me. We’ll follow each other up and then they’ll hide in the area, waiting for us to make our move. There’s an abandoned warehouse they’ve already chosen to be their base of operations during the heat.

They said they’re well used to sitting in wait for missions, so this isn’t any different. In a lot of ways, they’re very laid back and helpful.

They’re nothing like what the rest of the world thinks they are. First impressions are difficult to break once everyone thinks you’re a psychopath.

QUINN

I’m hiding. Everything hurts, my skin feels warm, and the light is too bright everywhere else. I found the room that’s been set up for my heat and curled into a corner of the bed. There aren’t any blankets, the scents are all off, but the mattress is at least soft.

Bret usually does a better job of airing everything out, but for some reason I hate the way this room feels. Laying in the cool darkness, I shiver despite the fire under my skin. The sheets feel scratchy despite being made of satin, and my clothes are constricting.

Stripping off my thin t-shirt and denim shorts and panties, I gasp in pain as another wave of pain lights up my nerve endings. Silently as always, I bear it without a sound as I curl into a fetal position with my arms around my knees.

Slick is sliding down my legs, making a mess on the sheets. It doesn’t matter because the alphas will love it later, but now I’m all alone here. Since my heats are so intermittent, I have very little tolerance for the pain. I can’t breathe through each cramp or try to think of something else.

Motherfucker!The screams don’t help inside of my head when all I want to do is make noise on the outside. I’m mute by choice, even back when Bret first bought me, and that’s a difficult thing to break.

My fingers slide through my loose curls, pulling on them to try to make myself hurt somewhere else. If it’s pain by choice, maybe it’ll help me find some kind of balance. None of it eases the resounding fear as everything escalates.

When I was with my friends as a kid, they used to read magazines where people would write in to talk about their experiences of being in heat. Some were funny, while others were sad. I’ll never forget one where she said she had a psychoticepisode during her first one because she didn’t know what was happening.

Her family didn’t talk about biology, she was homeschooled, and she went in blind without toys or any alphas to help her.

After that, it heightened my fear of being alone during my heat. However, the only option for a knot right now is Bret, which is an immediate no. My body writhes as my body begins to sweat and I feel nauseous.

Good thoughts. Fuck, think about something good!

This isn’t working, so I twist my body to crawl to the edge of the bed, hoping the rolling chest of toys has been brought in. White knuckling this isn’t going to work. My trembling fingers knock into one of the drawer handles, and I yank it open to attempt to find something thick.

I don’t even care if it vibrates right now, I just want to feel full. Maybe I’ll get lucky and find a thick monster dildo with a knot. Anything to help with the devastating cramps. If I don’t do something soon, I’ll end up vomiting.

Bret will fucking kill me then.

Scoring a dildo with an inflation knot, I drop back onto the mattress with my prize in hand. I don’t even care if someone finds me fucking my cunt with this thing, I just want an orgasm and a knot.

Even if they’re fake or I have to fuck myself to release, it’ll at least help the roaring fire inside of me.

The tip of the toy is thick and exactly what I want as I moan, pushing it inside my slick channel. I don’t have the energy or patience to finesse this as my thighs drop wide on the mattress and my feet are laid flat against the surface of the sheets.

Raising my hips as I thrust the toy into my pussy, I keen in desperation to get to the knot. There’s a button to inflate it once I get to the base so it’ll fill me up, and I’m hoping it’ll be enough tosatisfy me. My eyes are watering with tears as my chest heaves, my body reminding me of how miserable I feel.

The level of anguish is making me very vocal, and I’d be embarrassed about it if I didn’t need to come around a knot so badly. They’re wordless grunts and screams, but so much more than I usually have even during sex. Finally, I get to the base of the toy and press the button for the knot to inflate.

It’s a different type of fullness since a knot is already fully formed as an alpha fucks it into me. Sometimes it’ll get even fuller once it’s in me, filling me up like a balloon. That’s more the way this feels as the knot expands inside of my pussy.

It’s intense, refuses to give me any kind of slow incline as it gets larger, and soon I’m clawing at the sheets as my pussy clamps down on it. I want to be a cream pie, filled with cum to mix with my slick, but that’s impossible since it’s fake. Moaning as my toes begin to curl, I feel the beginnings of an orgasm.

Fuck yes!Even now, there’s no words as my jaw clamps down, gritting my teeth as my legs shake and my body begs for release. Finally, I get what I’ve been working so hard for, the fake knot filling me up so far it almost hurts, yet it’s exactly what I need at the same time.

My pussy attempts to milk the toy for all it’s worth, the sensitive nerve endings detonating as I explode all over the bed with slick as I scream.

Somehow my head is off the bed, my body having twisted as I writhed. My chest is heaving as I lay there, happy for the intensity this toy gave me because my heat gives me a small respite. If it’s this bad, I’m going to have to give up the idea that I don’t need a man during my heat. Give me all the knots and dicks please.

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