Page 68 of Knot Only His

Harlow

I flop onto Freya’s couch, tucking my feet under me. “I can’t stop thinking about him.”

“Show me.” Freya grabs her phone, her copper hair falling over her shoulder as she types. “Holy shit, Harlow. Carver Sinclair is sex on skates.”

“Right?” I rub my aching nipple through my shirt. The bar feels tender today. “He’s different with me than he is with anyone else. Like he actually sees me.”

“What’s with the titty rubbing?” Freya raises an eyebrow.

“It’s been so sensitive lately. Especially since...” I trail off, remembering his mouth there only a few days ago.

“Since what?Spill!”

“He thinks I’m an omega.” The words tumble out. “Says he can smell it on me.”

Freya’s eyes go round. “And you don’t?”

“No! I mean... I don’t know anymore.” I wince as another throb hits my breast. “Everything feels different lately.”

“Different how?”

My phone buzzes before I can answer. Coach Parker’s name lights up my screen.

“Hey Kai,” I answer. “The team played remarkably well in Vegas. You must be so proud of them.”

“Thanks Harlow. I couldn’t be happier with the result.” He clears his throat. “But the reason I’m calling is because the social worker’s coming by today for Jagger. Any chance you could help? I’ll pick you up.”

My heart skips. I’ve missed that little guy. “Of course. What time?”

“Does an hour work?”

“Perfect. How long will I be there for?”

“Not sure. I’ll drive you home later.”

“Okay.” I hang up and catch Freya’s knowing smirk. “What?”

“Nothing. Just interesting how you light up talking about that kid, or is it when you’re talking to his uncle?”

I throw a pillow at her. “Shut up.”

“Or is it the pack? Maybe you are an omega. Maybe this is your body telling you it’s about to reveal your true designation.”

I throw another pillow at her. “Can I take some cookies over for Jagger?”

“Of course. But tell me one thing first. How did his knot feel?” Her eyes narrow. “Carver’s.”

“His knot is the only one I’ve ever had. And I’m the only person he has ever knotted.”

She gives me a small nod. “Interesting… And how did it feel?”

“Good.”

She smiles. “What I mean is, did it feel like it was meant to be there? Or was it like it is when there’s a dick in your ass and it’s too much?”

“I’ve never had a cock in my ass.”

“No way.”

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