Page 46 of Tying the Knot
“We’ll be waiting outside in the corridor. Take your time.” He winks and places the carrier bag he is clutching in the small white sink that has a crack near the tap.
I giggle and wave them off, closing the door behind them as the wordless alphas leave with Dylan. I guess there isn’t much to say. It’s all a bit of an anti-climax, and I hate that, but slow and steady wins the race and all that jazz.
I turn the lock and then switch the shower off. I take the box out of the carrier and snort at the size of the vibrator that Dylan picked out for me.
“Jesus,” I murmur, eyes wide. I unpack the monster cock and waggle it about. It definitely has some heft to it, and the knot is enormous. My eyes bulge when I wonder how this will fit inside me. It’s definitely larger than I’m used to. My ex-pack, while quite skilled, weren’t oversized, that I know of. Adam took my virginity, and the others followed. I suppose I don’t have a yardstick to go by, unless you count this vibrator.
Licking my lips, I lower the toilet seat and sit on it, lifting my feet to place against the bath in this small room.
Feeling out of sorts with the heat, the attack, and the declarations made, I lean back and turn the vibrator on. It buzzes to life so loudly that I cringe, hoping the pack can’t hear it out in the corridor. I sincerely hope they pulled the door closed, even if it doesn’t shut properly. I’m going to end up spending a large chunk of Jeremy’s money on getting that fixed.
Closing my eyes, I sigh and insert the knotty cock into my slick-wet pussy and groan as it feels really good. I've never used a toy before, and I have to wonder why. I’m starting to think that my twenties were sheltered, forcibly by the pack to keep me dependent on them and them alone. I hate them for taking eight years of my life away from me when I could’ve been with the St. Clair pack. Could’ve.Should’ve.
I have my thirties in front of me now, and I intend to make the most of it. I want to experience all the things I never have, starting with this vibrator. I thrust it deeper and climax quickly, trembling on the toilet as my thighs clench and I cry out louder than I would’ve liked. I thrust deeper so that the knot enters me, and I nearly weep with relief when my pussy clutches it. It’s not the same, but fuck, it helps. I feel the worst of the heat recede, and I relax as the knot does its job.
Several minutes pass, and when I feel able to stand up, I remove the vibrator and turn it off, missing the buzz that weaved through my body, easing my heat. Standing quickly, I wash it in the sink with the anti-bacterial soap and hot water, replacing it back in the box after I’ve dried it off. Slipping it back in the bag, I turn to the shower and turn it on, pulling Nik’s tee over my head and stepping under the feeble torrent.
I clean up quickly, leaving my hair for now. I want to get out of this hotel room as quickly as possible.
Slipping out of the bathroom, I notice that the door is shut, so I move swiftly to get dressed, noticing that the bed has been stripped and my blanket is rolled up on top of my bag. Dylan is such a sweetie.
I smile, but it fades when I see the brown envelope stuffed into the bag as well. I don’t know what to do about that house yet. Maybe the St Clair’s can help me figure it out.
I look up as Dylan pokes his head around the door. “You ready?”
“Yes,” I say, putting my coat on. “I feel better. I think the heat might be fading.”
He chews his lip. “Was it because of being near the alphas?” he asks astutely.
“Yes, I think so,” I reply with a smile.
He nods but doesn’t say anything. He picks up the bag and ducks into the bathroom for the vibrator, and then leads me out into the corridor. Nik and Kaleb are there but keeping their distance. I get it, and I appreciate it.
“Elijah paid up,” Dylan mutters as we head down the stairs. “For the door as well.”
“What? No, that’s okay. I’ve got money.”
He gives me a strained look. It takes me a minute to figure out why. He thinks I’m dealing with dodgy drug money.
“It’s not what you think,” I blurt out, my cheeks going hot with anger. “My uncle gave me money…”
“It’s okay,” Dylan says. “I’m not saying anything.”
“Humph.”
I throw him a filthy look, but all he does is grin at me, which makes it difficult to be angry with him.
He leads me to a big SUV that looks familiar. Elijah is at the wheel as Dylan opens the door for me.
“We aren’t walking?” I ask, slipping inside.
Dylan gets in behind me and shuts the door. Nik and Kaleb plan to follow on foot, I presume. Again, very thoughtful, even if it is just for their sake.
“This is safer and quicker,” Elijah says, setting off.
“I’ll see Pierce,” I say suddenly, not knowing where that came from.
I meet his gaze in the rear view mirror. Grim-faced he nods, and then breaks the stare to look back at the road. We fall into silence for the rest of the minutes’ drive to the St. Clair pack house.
