Page 82 of Knotting Hill
“You feel it too?” Russell mutters.
“Yeah.”
“What?” Josh asks, still focused on me.
“Storm’s heat has brought on our rut. It’s fate telling us to stop screwing around and mate already.” JP crosses over to me and kneels beside the sofa. “Are you ready for that, princess? I need to hear one way or the other before your heat addles your brain, and all you can think about is my knot bulging inside you.”
“Hey, and mine!” Russell exclaims from the bedroom.
I manage a giggle this time. “Yes, I’m ready. This is definitely a sign. I won’t deny fate. She can be a real Sadie when she wants to be.” I snort hysterically at my own joke, which none of the males gets, but who cares. It’s funny to me, and that’s all that bothers me right now. I think I’m falling faster into this heat than ever before. I sober up quickly, knowing the pack needs double confirmation. “Yes,” I say clearly. “I’m ready to mate with you.”
“Then we definitely need that,” Josh says, reaching out to grab the vibe from Russell, who joined us to hear my answer. “Brooding insomniac beta, ain’t got a knot.”
“Aww,” I say, tears welling up as I lean forward to cup his face. “You’ll use a knotty vibrator on me to ease my heat?”
“Obviously,” he scoffs. “I’m not being left out.”
“Nooo,” I wail, “never!” I shower his face with kisses, which makes him laugh. He waggles the vibe again and gives it a nod of approval. “I mean, it’s not as big as my cock, but it’ll do.”
I burst out laughing, causing him to glare at me. “Oh-kay,big boy,” I purr. “Your cock is bigger than the Knotmaster 3000.”
JP and Russell are in hysterics which lightens the mood after the heavy-arse question they served up to me.
But I’m ready.
I’ve never been more ready in my life.
I lie back with the cool cloth on my face, barking instructions to the men on what to pack, and soon we are ready to get going.
“Wait,” I moan when a cramp grips my stomach with a gut-churning twist. “How are we getting there? Taxi isn’t going to cut it.”
“Fuck, no,” JP growls, going seriously aggressive at the thought of anyone, even hapless taxi drivers getting anywhere near me in my heat state. “I’ll go back for the car.”
I nod, grateful that I don’t have to brave public transport. Not to be a big head but an omega in heat will definitely affect any and all alphas within a wide circumference, and who knows out of that many alphas, which the not-so-decent ones are.
JP kisses the top of my head and disappears. We hear him clattering down the stairs, and I can picture him sprinting back to his house to get the Jag. Unfortunately, it’s a two-seater, so Russell and Josh will have to hoof it back anyway.
“You guys can go now if you want,” I say as we wait. “Then we might all be back together.”
“Not leaving you,” Russell says shortly. “And fuck that,we’lltake a taxi. There’s hardly a shortage of them around here.”
“True,” I murmur and lie back.
I must’ve fallen into a doze because I’m being jarred awake by JP racing back into the flat, out of breath and skidding to a halt next to me. I shut my eyes again after glaring at him, so sleepy now, that I just want to sleep while someone gives me a knot. How perfect would that be?
I hear him instruct the other guys to sort out the luggage, and then I feel his arms around me as he scoops me up off the sofa, cradling me and whispering words of praise and encouragement to me.
“You’re doing great,” he murmurs. “You’re a good girl, so strong and beautiful.”
I open my eyes and gaze into his. “Say more of the things.”
He chuckles. “You into praise kink, princess?”
“Sounds like you are,” I retort.
“Only with you.”
“Same. You are unlocking quite a few desires I never even knew I had.”
