Page 36 of Knot For Keeps

“Sorry, nuisance. No knots for you today, now eat your sandwich.”

“You’re my least favourite, you know.” I growled, batting his hand away and the offending food.

“Too bad. Now are you going to eat or do I need to restrain your hands and force you?”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I kidnapped you.”

“I’ll gouge your eyes out with a rusty nail,” I snarled.

That elicited a large belly laugh from Kane. “Oh, I would, but let’s save the gouging for when you’re feeling better.”

“I won’t forget,” I grumbled, taking a bite of the sandwich with a frown.

“It’s a date.”

I finished the sandwich. Even in my hazy state I knew the asshole would restrain me further. After the last bite he leaned over to the bedside, grabbing something. The nest was dark so I couldn’t see what. The shifting movement made me slide back even closer to him. I could feel his cock, hard as steel against my ass.

Yes please.

“Kane,” I whined, rubbing my ass against him. He growled in response, pulling me closer to him to stop my movements.

I needed friction, some relief. My hand flew to my sleep shorts, sliding in easily, diving straight for my clit.Fuck I’m slick, I need a knot.

If he wasn’t going to help me I would just have to take matters into my own hands.

Circling my clit, I groaned—I needed more, but this would have to do.

“Lavender!” Kane growled, yanking my wrist away and ignoring my pained whine at the loss.Stupid butthead asshole.

“No!” I cried.

“Take these painkillers,” he growled. He was growling a lot. I liked it. Maybe he could growl while stretching me on his knot…

I tried tugging my hand back, but Kane grumbled. “Stop trying to touch yourself, let me take care of youthenyou can do that alone or I’ll have to restrain you,” he warned with a pained sigh.

Restraints? That could be fun!

Opening my mouth to beg again. He popped the tablet in and brought the bottle back to my mouth before I could say a word, shocking me into swallowing before my brain could catch up. Asshole.

“What was that?” I asked, my speech slurred.

“The doc recommended it. It’ll help you sleep and won’t hurt your kidneys,” Kane spoke gently.

I didn’t want to sleep! What I wanted was a knot. Scratching at his arm holding me, I tossed and turned in his grip, but his arm remained immovably in place.

“No,” I whimpered pathetically. “Please.”

“Sorry, no can do.” I closed my eyes. Despite the darkness my eyes stung from trying to keep them open so I gave into the urge to close them and slumped back against the hard chest of Kane. “That’s better,” he praised. His hand reaching up and gently running through my hair.

I wanted to be knotted repeatedly in every position, but I would accept head scratches. The effect was immediate. I relaxed even further, to the point I was almost boneless. A slight rumble on my back lulled me into a peaceful state.

Kane was purring. For me.

“I thought you hated me?” My words were slurred.

“Not you, little nuisance. Just the situation.” His hand never let up the scratching of my scalp. That combined with the purr and the medication had a potent and sedating effect.

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