Page 20 of Knot All is Crystal
“Is she okay?”Kieran asks before I can even say hello.
“She’s okay. Her power is out at her place. I couldn’t get a straight answer, but she said something about being unable to pay her bill. I put her in a pleasure den.”
“You did what?”He screams so loudly that I have to pull the phone away from my face.
Why does everyone think I’m eager to toss Queenie into a brothel?
“By herself, boss. Tati set her up with some toys. She thinks she’s in heat.”
“Right, right. Okay, good. Thank you for taking care of her.”
“And the assholes that drugged her? Are they taken care of?”
“Of course. I don’t take kindly to someone touching what’s mine.”
SEVEN
My bed is notthis soft.
This bed is like a cloud. A soft, cozy cloud that has wrapped me up in its arms and floated me to the stratosphere.
“Wake up, Your Highness,” a feminine voice calls from across the room.
I groan, rolling over on my side and pulling my knees to my chest.
That’s the bad thing about fizz. You don’t forget what you did like in a heat. No, once the haze lifts, you remember everything.
Like I remember fingering myself in front of Puck.
Like I remember telling Trey that he wasn’t part of my pack.
Like I remember repeatedly begging Puck for a knot he does not have.
Fuck.
“Get up, Queenie,” Tati says again, this time pulling the blankets off me. “I need you to take a half dose of fizz, sexy Jack’s orders.”
“Jaques?”
Tati flops on the bed beside me. “No, Jack. You know… King, Queen, Jack? Kieran, you, Puck?”
“Oh, don’t make that a thing,” I groan, rolling away from her and pulling the blanket over my head again. “Leave me alone and let me sleep for a week.”
“No can do. Drink this. Then I’ll leave you alone.” She holds out a clear plastic cup that is very lightly bubbling.
I have suggested this regimen enough times to know what’s coming. A half dose of fizz will have the same effects for a shorter time and a little less intense since I’ll have a bit of a tolerance.
But that doesn’t mean I’m looking forward to going through it again.
I take the cup from her and drink it down before flopping back on the bed.
“Don’t forget, there is a dresser full of toys,” Tati says as she leaves.
It’s going to be a long day.
* * *
My fingers slipon the copious amount of slick between my legs. I feel like I am on fire. Logically, I know that this is not my heat. I’m on my second step-off dose of fizz, and I don’t feel that tell-tale ache from my heat but try telling that to my throbbing clit.
