Page 89 of Knot Only His

I step inside and gasp as the cold water beats down on my breasts.

I trace the waterproof dressing covering where my implant was.

My pussy clenching at the memory of the hospital, of my alphas surrounding me, protecting me as I woke for the time as an omega.

I slide a finger between my legs, imagining their hands instead of mine.

“Fuck,” I whimper, circling my clit.

My omega preens at thoughts of Carver’s possessive touches, Parker’s steady control, Asher’s care, and Oliver’s playful teasing. I want them all. Need them.

My body knows exactly what it’s been missing.

Slick drips down my thighs, mixing with the shower water. As it does, the ache in my lower stomach intensifies, and as I brace myself against the tile wall, my pussy clenches. It’s not an ache anymore, instead the sensation is delicious.

I picture them here with me. Inhaling their scents as their hands worship every inch of me, claiming me, filling me with their knots, one after another—or together—until I’m completely satisfied.

The cramps intensify. I know what this is. I know what’s coming. This is what happened to my sister, Grace. She suffered through herfirst pre-heat. And that’s why she asked an alpha to take her through the real thing.

I slide my finger deeper, but it’s not enough. Nothing will be enough except my alphas. All of them. Together.

I want them to scent mark me. To tell the world I am theirs, and they are mine.

My pussy aches, wanting more.

I add another finger, thrusting it inside me as I imagine it’s Parker deep inside my pussy while Asher’s tongue licks my clit, and Carver’s dick is so far down my throat I’m gagging around it as Oliver takes my ass.

I don't know what's gotten into me. But I want to feel them inside me, together. I wonder if I could get Asher inside my pussy with Parker, but I’m not sure how that would work. It doesn’t stop the thought of it from sending lightning fast zips through my body as my index finger presses and circles over my clit.

I purr. The sound is so foreign to my ears and I should feel embarrassed, but I don’t. I’m going to love being an omega.

Since Carver knotted me, I admit, I’ve become a little knot obsessed.

My pussy clenches around my pumping fingers. I’m so close that I have to bite back my cries.

I want to feel them inside me. I want their cum inside me.

I want my alphas.

I cry out again as my climax nears, but as pain shoots into my side, I stop working on my orgasm.

I can’t do this alone.

I need my alphas.

I step out of the shower, legs shaky, and wipe the steam from the mirror. My reflection startles me. My pupils are blown so wide there’s no blue color there, only blackness. My cheeks are flushed pink,and my lips are swollen. I barely recognize myself.

I groan as the towel catches on my sensitive breasts as I dry off.

More slick trickles down my thighs and I clean it away, but it’s pointless. My body keeps producing more.

In my bedroom, I pull on a pair of cotton shorts and a thin tank top. The fabric feels rough against my heated skin.

A whine escapes my mouth as I pull them off and put on my silk pajamas.

I press my knees onto my nest, crawl to the middle where I fluff the pillows, arranging them just so as I take the clothes my alphas left me.

It now feels complete.

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