Page 15 of Knot In My Plans
“Is she in pain?” I whispered.
Her beautiful face was contorted, and she tossed angrily, her thick legs caught between the white sheets. Now her moaningdidn’t sound exciting, but it hurt anytime it was out from her lips.
“A little,” Sven replied. “The heat started, and the ache won’t stop until she gets knotted.”
My own knot pulsed with his words. I turned back to her, and before I said another one, I went in.
Chapter Ten
Isadora
My dreams weren’t dreams, no. I floated between reality and dream, never resting completely. I was slick between my thighs, crazed inside my head. The whimpers and moans coming from my cracked lips were weighted in pain and desire equally mixed, heavy on my chest.
Dying. It was as dramatic as it could be, but the ache was suffocating to a point I couldn’t rest. I’d never felt something so awful like this. I wanted to weep into my pillow as much as I wanted to hump it, but it was too ridiculous to even think all this was because I had the female equivalent of blue balls.
The omega equivalent.
I cracked my eyes open when someone opened my door, and my body was bathed in light. The only way I could see that it was Per approaching me was because of the frame of his glasses, until he came to the bed, his cold knuckles over my forehead.
“Do you need another bath?”
I wanted to laugh. And scream. And cry. No, a bath wasn’t going to do it.
“Where’s the doctor?” I croaked out.
Per looked over his shoulder, and after a grumble, Sven came in. Even in the low light, I could see his severe expression watching me. He wasn’t wearing a T-shirt, and my eyes traveled down his perfect stomach and all those defined muscles. He was a doctor, so why the hell did he have to be built like an underwear model?
It wasn’t fair.
“There must be a drug for this,” I told Sven, not even caring to sit up as I talked to him.
His jaw kicked. “No.”
That was all he said, a simple word with nothing else. This time, I laughed. It came out strange as I shifted in the bed, my legs intertwined with the sheets as if cotton was enough to soothe the ache. It wasn’t. The cotton of my underwear was soaked through, and it wasn't a barrier strong enough to stop me from feeling like this.
“You need to work on your bedside manner, Doctor,” I taunted him.
“What do you want me to say?” He pushed. “Only a knot will fix this.”
This? I lifted on my elbows, my eyes narrow as I watched him. “You left me like this!”
Sven’s big hand dragged down over his face, and I honest to god moaned looking at those fingers that were inside me. I caught my lips between my teeth and pushed them down, not scared of breaking skin. I was so focused on my hate and desire for Sven that I didn’t notice when Per bent over, and only when his thumb pushed down my chin, taking my lip from my teeth did I look his way.
“Please don’t hurt yourself.”
“It hurts,” I whispered. “Why does it hurt? It’s like this ache right inside me. It’s building and building, and I’m feeling so empty, Per. So goddamn empty.”
He hissed and stepped back like he was burned, and raked his hand over his short dark hair, looking at the door. My eyes followed him, and I saw Anders coming in, only in underwear.
“Oh fuck…” I said out loud, rolling my eyes.
That fucker was all muscle and masculinity, in black boxers showing off the outline of his hard cock. I salivated looking at his cock. I didn’t even know I felt that much desire to salivate when I saw another human being crossing the threshold to my room.
The three of them were here now, looking at each other with various expressions of worry. It was like the exorcist scene. I was in bed wriggling and moaning nonsense, but instead of priests, I got some hulky Swedish man the same age as my dad.
Oh yeah, the fact they were my dad’s old packmates did not escape me one bit, but instead of being repulsed, the idea bloomed inside me like a hungry Venus flytrap working its jaw waiting for a meaty fly.
Older man. Jesus, I never was really into them, but the idea. Fuck, the idea that the three of them were so hard becauseof me? I was going to come just thinking about it. My pain apparently meant very little to them as they argued in hushed voices about what to do with me. I had an idea or two, and at each passing moment, begging my dad’s friends for cock sounded like the best course of action.
