Page 109 of Knot for Me
Reagan whimpers again, so loud we all glance toward the stairs. We haven’t been able to sleep. It’s been six hours since her heat started, and we all eventually made our way downstairs, downing coffee like it’ll somehow magically cure the rutting urge we all feel deep inside of us. She stole the blankets from our beds, and I can’t say I’m mad about it. She might deny how she feels, but I know in the core of my being she likes us. She doesn’t want to, but she does. The more savage side of me wants to race upstairs and demand she acknowledge her attraction and show her why resisting us is the worst idea ever. The rational side of me realizes that’ll be how we lose her.
That’s exactly what she’s afraid of. I don’t know what made her this way, but my own desires aren’t worth jeopardizing the slight possibility that she’ll come to her senses and let us help her through her heat. An omega going through heat without an alpha is the worst sort of torture, or so I’ve heard. A week is a long time to crave a knot, and the longer an omega doesn’t have a pack and alphas to take care of her, the harder her heats will get. Omegas were made to have mates. So were alphas, but we don’t experience the same level of pain.
Not to say being in the house while the scent of Reagan’s slick is coating the air is easy. We only have the rest of today before we will have to leave. We’ll start to rut and none of us want to hurt her. If she doesn’t ask for help soon… we’ll have to go stay somewhere else for the week. This is hands down the worst day of my life. I’ve got a raging hard-on and so do the guys. I’ve already jacked off twice but that hasn’t helped. Nothing will. Not with her scent teasing us. We’ve changed into sweats and haven’t moved much. We’re all in too much agony to get any work done.
“Do you think she’ll last the whole week?” Cory asks, chugging the rest of his beer.
“God, I hope not,” Lucas says with a grimace. “Either way, we’ll respect her wishes.”
“This might be the first time I’ve ever regretted being a man of my word,” I mumble, scrubbing my face when she moans again.
A faint buzzing sound fills the air, and we all growl at the same time.
“A fucking vibrator?” Lucas grips his beer bottle tighter. “Where did she get that?”
I shrug. “Don’t ask me.”
“I’ve seen some with knots. Maybe it’ll help her.” Cory doesn’t look too pleased about that.
“Sir?” Frank asks, coming into the kitchen from his usual post in the hallway.
“Yeah?” Lucas turns and appraises our guard. He’s been a good hire, but Lucas is still a little upset about catching him relaxing on the job.
“My girlfriend told me about this oil. It’s supposed to help with the pain.”
We all exchange glances. Why the fuck is he talking to his girlfriend about Reagan? I wince when she whimpers again, this time sounding frustrated more than satisfied. Guess the vibrator isn’t doing a good job.
“Can she bring it?” I ask, deciding I don’t care what Reagan uses to help her through her heat. I hate hearing her like this. I hate that I can’t help her. I hate that soon we’ll have to leave.
“She’s already on the way.” He gives us an apologetic smile. “I figured this was an ask for forgiveness situation.”
Lucas nods. “You were right. Thank you, Frank.”
“Of course. She’s a good woman. Stubborn as hell, apparently, but I think she’ll come around.” He makes a face. “I don’t like hearing her like this.”
“Trust me, we understand,” I say, grabbing four beers from the fridge. I hand them off to Lucas and Cory first, then offer one to Frank. “May as well commiserate together.”
“Only one.” Lucas gives him a hard look. “You’re still on duty.”
Frank dips his head. “Of course, Alpha.”
* * *
Frank’s girlfriend arrives with a small bag of supplies. There’s an oil rub which is infused with herbs that eases the cramps, tiny bottles of wine, and a bag of chocolate covered pretzels. She offers to take them up to Reagan, but I grab the stuff and insist on doing it myself. She gives me a look that says she knows what I’m doing, and I don’t have it in me to feel ashamed. The longer I’m in this house with Reagan, the worse it’s going to get. I already feel this clingy urge to be right next to her, if only to be with her during her heat. I don’t even necessarily need to knot her. I definitely want to, but I’m more concerned about helping her than I am about that.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to walk her to her car.” Frank nods at me and the guys.
“Take your time,” Lucas says, turning toward me. “You’re going to take that up there by yourself?”
“You can come, but I don’t want to overwhelm her.”
We still have time before she loses all sense of right and wrong. I cling to the hope that she’ll change her mind and ask for our help before she gets lost in the frenzy of full heat.
Cory pulls out his phone and opens the camera app. She’s in her closet so we can’t see anything but we can hear her through the tiny microphone that was also installed. I’m not sure what giving birth sounds like, but this has to be almost as bad. She doesn’t sound horny though; she sounds like she’s in pain.
A growl tears through me, but I cough to cover it.
“Control yourself,” Lucas chastises. “You’re going to scare her.”
