Page 26 of Knotting Hill
“Fabulous,” Cassidy says. “Now go home. I will call you with your next instructions.”
I want to tell her to piss off, but I won’t. She is our ammo, and we need her. I have a feeling that Storm is a very complex omega, just by the little things I already know about her, like going to work for her parents’ rivals, for instance. We are going to need all the help we can get.
But I’m looking forward to this challenge more than anything else, ever. Not even the thrill of playing the market can compare to this. I know that our biggest obstacle is our reputation, but once Storm sees that we are serious, hopefully, she will look past it.
Only time will tell.
Sixteen
Storm
After rushing upthe stairs to my flat, I burst through the door and slam it closed behind me. I have never been caught off guard by my heat before. Well, except for the first one, obviously. It has run like clockwork for the last four years with no deviations. This is an absolute disaster. What am I going to say to Angela? She will think I’m using it as an excuse to get out of coming to work, and things will be even more weird. I didn’t see her at all today, which was bizarre. She usually comes into the office now and again, but not today. I know it’s because of the errand I ran for her yesterday. It has to be.
Groaning as the cramps ripple through my abdomen, I strip off my clothes and flop into bed, curling up in my makeshift nest.
I’m hot and feverish, feeling miserable and exhausted. My throat is dry, my head throbs, and my limbs are heavy and aching. I pull the covers up around my chin, wishing I could disappear into their soft embrace. But no matter how hard I try to escape, the heat still follows me.
As I lie there, I need some kind of release, some kind of relief. I reach out for the one thing I’ve come to rely on during these times: my beloved knotty vibrator. It’s long and thick with a bulbous knot at the base, which simulates the real thing and eases my heat until I need it again.
I pick it up from the bedside drawer and hold it close, the smooth silicone cool against my feverish skin.
As I hold it, I can almost feel the healing wave that it brings. No matter how bad I am, I feel a bit better whenever I use it. If only I could keep this feeling of soothing pleasure forever.
I switch it on and press it against my skin. The vibration spreads through my body, letting the heat know it’s about to be sated. It is so calming, so comforting.
I move it around my body, savouring the sensations. Reaching my pussy, I press it against my clit and buck, crying out as the pleasure reaches a peak, but I edge, drawing it back before I climax. Panting raggedly, I thrust it inside my pussy. Deep inside me, I feel it buzzing away, the pleasure curling around me like a wave. It is intense, but it also brings with it a sense of healing.
Thrusting and withdrawing, fucking myself with the vibe, with each wave of pleasure, my muscles relax, and the pain from the heat melts away. Knowing it’s time, I finally hold still. The wave crests and crashes to shore in a climax that feels so good, tears seep from my eyes. I shove the vibrator further inside my pussy, stretching to get the knot past my entrance. My pussy clutches it instantly, and I feel the heat ease up, receding slightly to leave me more clear-headed and relaxed.
I smile and close my eyes as the vibrator hums away inside me, bringing me closer to another orgasm. Suddenly, JP’s image pops into my mind.
“Fuck,” I weep as the pleasure is too much. “Fuck you. I’m not coming to your face.”
But it’s too late. His face mingled with Josh’s, the feel of Josh’s tongue against mine, their hands splayed out over my hot skin. I cry out as the climax thunders over me without warning. My pussy clenches painfully around the knot, gushing slick that pools underneath me, making me breathless as I shudder uncontrollably.
“Pricks,” I groan, wishing that hadn’t happened.
At least Russell St. Luc hasn’t made an appearance during my solo sex. I don’t need all of them in my face while I’m being knotted by a silicone dick, for fuck’s sake.
Groaning, I can’t help but smile though, feeling the warmth of my nest and the peacefulness around me. I know this is only the beginning of my heat and that I have several days to go yet, but at least Josh’s kiss, which is now kept in the wank bank, can help, maybe.
Sometimes.
If I want it to.
I drift off into a half-sleep with the vibrator still inside me, feeling relieved and entirely at peace, but also slightly anxious that the St. Luc’s are with me in my mind.
Seventeen
Storm
My eyes snapopen when I hear my phone ringing.
“Eurgh.” Everyone knows not to disturb me right now. What are they doing to me?
It’s been three days since my heat unexpectedly arrived, and while it’s easing off this evening, I still feel hot and feverish and in need of a knot every couple of hours. My first thought is it’s Angela, who, to my surprise, was very understanding about my predicament, but it’s too late for that.
I reach for it and squint with one eye at the screen.
