Page 33 of Knot Mine

A whimpering noise makes me sit upright.

Another whine, sounding like Shiloh is in pain, reaches me. Aching cock ignored, I pull on my clothes quickly.

Chapter Thirteen

Shiloh

Iwake sweating, twisted in my sheets with a slickness between my cheeks that shouldn't be there.Fuck.Rubbing against the sheets, I whine. What was happening? Wrapping a hand around my aching cock, my fingers come away sticky and wet—I’ve already come once in my sleep.

I don’t know what’s making me so horny or why it’s making my head hazy. Since Zion had been nagging me, we worked out that I was likely about to experience a long overdue heat in a few weeks. But this was too soon. I was supposed to have more time. Is it because I haven’t had one in so long? Had I forgotten how intense this could be?

With a softer, sleepy moan, I use my cum as lube, the wetness making me arch my back and curl my toes. Chasing my orgasm when my body is like this always feels like an impossibility.

It isn’t enough.

It never is.

I swallow back a sob. In this moment, I hate my suppressants, for dulling all the sensations. For making them muted and out of reach. I want to come, I want to feel that pleasure like a fucking freight train hitting me.

It’s not enough.

With a squeeze to the base of my dick, I roll over and grab my tentacle dildo from the bedside table where I’d put it last night after using it in the shower. Spending five hours next to Zale had been too much for me, driving me to insanity. When I’d made my quick exit last night, I’d needed a release and I’d been shocked at how quickly I’d managed to make myself come. Clearly the entire drive has been some form of tortuous edging.

The tentacle toy had fast become my firm favorite, with every session ending in an orgasm, even if I had to really work for it. The big fat knot near the base and the suction cup meant I could use it anywhere and feel stuffed as I chased my climax. As an omega trying to hide my nature, it wasn’t like I could go out and find any old alpha to knot me. It was a risk I couldn’t take, so this was the next best thing.

Deciding to stick it to the headboard, I get onto my knees and slowly easy myself backward. Given how slick and desperate I already am, and how I’d already used it last night, stretching myself out in the shower, it’s easy to push through the softened ring of muscle until it’s buried inside me all the way to the knot.

More, my omega side begs, clawing at my insides, begging for relief.More. More. More.I’m not ready for the knot yet, but if I don’t come soon, I’m worried it won’t stop this incessant need either. It’s like a tsunami, swelling up inside me, pulling back in the water before a huge wave.

Moving at a steady pace, I try to calm my racing heart. I’m overstimulated, my skin almost hurting as my pheromones try to peak. Fucking into my tight fist with every thrust, I back onto my tentacle until I’m overwhelmed and dripping with sweat. My orgasm lingers painfully on the precipice, just out of reach.

Growling with frustration, I move faster, fucking back harder, faster, feeling the knot stretching my rim a little more each time as I work my way down on it.

More. Alpha. More.

A keening noise rips its way out of my throat, as I straighten up on my knees, half of the knot inside me. The burn from the stretch is delicious, licking its way up my body and making my cock throb. My balls are so tight against my body, release so close I can almost taste it on the tip of my tongue.

Alpha. More. Please.

The scent of something smokey and sweet reaches my nose.Please.

“Shiloh? Is everything–shit!” The door swings open, and Zale stands there, mouth open as he turns a shade of beetroot. It does nothing to stop me, I’m too close, lost to the pre-heat haze. So close to the edge.Alpha. More.

The shock of his entry has me pushing backwards against the headboard with more force than planned, the knot now lodged firmly in my ass pressing against my prostate as I shoot hot ribbons of cum everywhere before falling forward onto my bed with a groan.

“I…I should have knocked. I’m sorry.”

“Get. Out. Zale.” My face is buried in my sheets, and I think I’ve just gotten cum in my hair as I wait for him to leave, but he doesn’t.

“I just heard you and thought something was wrong.” He’s still standing there, and when I turn my face to glance at him as my cock keeps dribbling cum, he’s looking more embarrassed than me. As if that was even possible.

“Zale,” I warn, too afraid to move in case I start coming again. Traitorous body.

“Shit, I really am?—”

“Out!” I yell, throwing a pillow at him, no longer caring that I’m naked and exposed but just needing him to leave my room.

After my embarrassing little show, I shower, change the sheets and crawl back into bed for a few hours. Something about Zale’s presence had calmed the frenzy that had come over me.The omega in me enjoyed his nearness, while the ‘beta’ side of me was disgusted that I’d needed an alpha to stop acting like a crazed horny animal.

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