Page 8 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
“It’ll go down in a few minutes,” I assured her.
“You’re a quick deflater?” she asked in a whisper, cocking her head to the side, the faintest hint of a smile on her face.
I couldn’t bite back a grin. “Well, I suppose you’re about to find out. Sorry about the knot.”
“I’m pretty sure I demanded it.”
“Now that you’re lucid, how are you feeling?”
“Good. My heat came on so fast, I thought the shower would cool me down.”
“That’s good logic,” I agreed. “What do you usually do for heats? You said you don’t suppress?”
“I wish I could. I’m allergic to the pills, so I camp out in my dorm for the duration.”
I winced. Although that couldn’t have been fun, I respected her decision. How an omega chose to deal with a heat was entirely her own prerogative, but from what little I understood about heats, they were pretty painful to go through solo.
Then again, I could also appreciate that dealing with alphas during a heat could also be stressful.
“What do you want to do once we can…y’know…separate?”
She bit her lip, deep in thought for a moment. “I feel lucid. My dorm isn’t far from here. I can get myself back. Actually, I don’t even feel like I’m in heat anymore. I know that knots in the early stages can help encourage lucid periods, so maybe that’s what’s happening?”
I nodded. Wrapping my arms around her lower back, I carried her into the locker room, out of the showers, and sat on one of the benches with her still on my lap. It was quite the feat, but I think I managed to make it look fairly effortless. Even though I knew there was unlikely to be a repeat performance, I still wanted to impress her.
“I’m going to give you my number in case you need anything, okay?”
“In case I need another knot?” she asked sweetly.
“Well, if you want another one of those, I am not opposed, but just let me know you’re safe after your heat, okay? Do you have your phone with you? I can put my number in it.”
She shook her head. “I think it’s dead. I was so distracted today…”
“That’s okay.” As I spoke, I reached over to the locker and grabbed a pen. Gently taking her hand, I turned it over and wrote my number on the palm of her hand. “You can call me, even if you only need a snack.”
After knotting her, I felt the inexplicable urge to care for her. While the locker room had been a perfect location for a little shower knotting, with the post-knot clarity, I wanted to wrap her up in blankets, feed her, and ensure she had all her needs met.
Glancing around the room, I noticed my water bottle sitting on the bench and grabbed it. “Here, you need to drink something.” As I spoke, I lifted the bottle to her lips, pleased when she took a drink.
“Good girl,” I muttered.
Her cheeks turned a beautiful shade of pink at my words and she buried her face in my neck. “I never usually do this…” she whispered, her voice almost shocked.
“Heats make maniacs of us all,” I soothed, running my hand over the back of her head in what I hoped was a calming gesture.
It took almost twenty minutes for my knot to go down, and we spent most of that time in silence, basking in the afterglow of our release. I wasn’t new to the world of orgasms, but the little omega had blown my mind so incredibly that I had no idea how I could ever go back to normal sex.
I wasn’t sure if it was heat sex, or sex with her in particular, but it was hands-down the best knot of my life.
The moment we pulled apart, my cock sliding from her, she sprang into action, grabbing her clothing and throwing it on as I followed her.
“Thank you for… You know,” she said, blushing furiously and not meeting my eye as she gathered her things and darted out the door, leaving me standing in the locker room, buck-ass naked with a stupid grin on my face.
It was only as I was pulling my clothes back on that I realized I never even learned her name.
Chapter 3
Mable
