Page 37 of Knot For Keeps

“You’re not terrible,” I admitted, sleepily. “Maybe I won’t attack you with a rusty spoon.”

“I thought you were planning to use a rusty nail?”

“Spoons are better for eye gouging,” I informed him.

“Good to know.” There was a smile in his voice. I wanted to open my mouth to speak, but my body had other ideas. Heavy and exhausted, I finally drifted into sleep.

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When I woke up, Kane was long gone. Only the faint smell of leather remained on my sheets. I had a killer headache and I needed a shower, but the desperate need for a knot had ebbed. The nest stank of arousal and slick. Washing the bedding would be a priority, as soon as I showered and ate.

Turning on the shower, I looked around the bathroom for a moment before deciding I didn’t have the energy to stand in the water, opting for a bath instead. Filling it to the brim with bubbles and salts I sank into the water, moaning in delight at the warm sensation on my tired, crampy muscles.

Leaning back I took a deep breath and relaxed, trying my best to let my racing mind rest. I got through the heat with no knots. Thank god. The guys had kept their distance from me. All except Kane.

I sat up, remembering that Kane of all people had been in my nest. While I was in heat. And didn’t touch me in that way once. Was he a eunuch? No alpha in their right mind could resist the smell of an omega in heat. It was basic alpha and omega biology. Yet… he had fed me, given me painkillers.

The rest of the heat was a little fuzzy after that. I didn’t remember being in too much pain. He must have given me some damn good drugs.

My hand absentmindedly went to my forehead, to my hairline. He had given me head scratches and purred. What sort of alternate reality was I living in? The way he had handled me was downright caring.

“Lavender?” a concerned voice called out from my room.

“In the bath!” I called back.

“Your heat broke then?” The voice got closer to the door. Kane.

“Yeah, I just needed to get clean. I felt icky,” I said, talking before I thought.

Kane chuckled. “I imagine. There’s a chicken Caesar wrap on the bedside table for you, some fresh water and more painkillers if you want them.”

He had really thought of everything. Why was he taking care of me so much? He didn’t have to.

“Thank you.”

He didn’t respond but I heard footsteps as he retreated.

After the water had gone cold I pulled the plug and wrapped myself in one of the new fluffy towels that had appeared in my room.

Padding back into my room I stilled for a moment when I noticed something was different with my nest.

It was bare. Someone had stripped all the sheets and blankets off, like I had been planning to. The windows were opened, letting the fresh air in.

Kane. He must have taken them to launder.

This kindness was making my head spin.

ChapterTwenty-One

Lavender

Archer’s eyes had lingered on me when he came into my new room, bottle of water in hand for me. “Are you okay?” He had seen the aftermath of solo heats before. They were brutal, but as I stretched lazily, even I had to admit, those drugs Kane had given me did wonders and I was feeling semi human already. I would have to ask where he got them.

Currently I was occupied with rummaging through the mountain of pillows and comforters that had appeared just before my heat started, courtesy of the guys and deciding which items would be included in my new nest. Once I had placed several comforters, I had clambered in with the curtains open so Archer could pass me pillows to see if I wanted them inside. Some of them were rougher in texture, so I quickly discarded them. Some were velvety soft, or softandfluffy, those were the ones I picked to line it, making it an amazing, comfortable cloud.

“This is looking mighty fine Lavvy girl, I’m sorry we didn’t have time to do this before your heat hit.” Archer complimented me as I single mindedly focused on my bed. Every alpha knew that omegas loved to build nests, for comfort, for heats, for family. They were our safe space. Our sanctuary. I was pleased with this one. I stacked the pillows up to make several little walls, wrapped blankets into various shapes, creating a U shape dent inside. The perfect size for a small omega to sink into. Once the pillows were plumped just so I sank into them, making a little squeak of happiness.

Archer moved the TV so it was at the end of the bed, and pulled an armchair next to the it. This way he was close to me, but wasn’t directly invading my space. He flicked on the TV, finding the documentary he’d mentioned earlier and starting it. We fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the show. Archer lent back on the armchair, placing his sock covered feet on the corner of the nest, looking over to me to see if I reacted negatively. There was zero change. My eyes remained trained on the screen so he laid back, feet up and let himself enjoy the show.

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