Page 23 of Knot Only For One Night

“What did you bring, Omega?” I huff out a laugh and I turn back to the door.

“Myself. A few… toys, and a blanket with my scent on it. Asshole. What did you bring?”

Damn, that was smart. I should have brought a damn blanket. “Water. Snacks. T-shirts.”

“Smart.” He stands next to me, crossing his arms as he holds his helmet in one hand.

“I didn’t know what would be best,” I confess. Maybe it’s a good thing Red was invited too, since I have not a real fucking clue what to expect the moment this door opens.

Red shrugs. “Every omega is different. That’s why it’s better to have the same set of partners so they learn what you need and have it each time.”

“Fair,” I mutter but hate not knowing what’s right and wrong for Esper already.

Realistically, I’m surprised I even received the text that her heat started. We had one date. One amazing fucking date, and she’s inviting me to her heat already? She didn’t seem the type to move so fast, but maybe she didn’t have a choice. Maybe her instincts are strong?

The door cracks open, and I’m hit with the most delicious smell in the goddamn world. Cranberries seep from the door and straight under my skin. Hugging me. Pulling me closer to the door.

Esper reaches out and grabs us each by our shirts and yanks us in as hard as she can and slams the door behind us.

“Thank you,” she groans. Nearly falling to her knees. We both go to catch her, but she catches herself with her hands on her knees. She stumbles through the small dorm. There are dark blankets hung over the windows. Her fairy lights are the only source of light. I follow Red’s lead on this one when I notice he doesn’t sit anywhere, watching her.

Esper turns in the mini hallway (AKA the space between her bed and the wall). Her desk takes up the back wall. She runs her hands through her hair as her brown eyes meet each of ours. She has a very loose shirt on, so loose it hangs over her shoulder. Judging by the peaks in her shirt, no bra. And I don’t think she quite notices. Or maybe she doesn't care? She has on…boxer shorts? Or at least they look like boxer shorts. Do women wear—no, it doesn’t matter right now.

“Um. Ground rules first, maybe?” Her gaze bounces between the both of us and scrunching her eyebrows. “Do you know each other? I meant… I thought I had time⁠—”

“It’s perfect. We’re friends,” Red cuts her off.

“Perfect?” She nearly moans as her shoulders relax.

“Perfect,” Red confirms. His voice is low and soft.

“Okay. I… I wanted to do things the right way, but…” She leans over with what I assume is a cramp. This time I let my alpha instinct guide me. I dash forward and catch her in my arms. I hold her upright, cuddling her up against me. Her skin is covered in a light layer of sweat, which is incredibly sexy. I’m not quite sure if it's her alluring scent, but everything down to her painted toenails is so damn sexy. To have her against me, burrowing her head into my shirt and inhaling deeply.

Damn. A damn dream.

“It’s gonna be alright,” I say against her hair. She grips my shirt and takes slow breaths.

“Okay, um, no… no kinky stuff, please.” Her cheeks turn a bright red, even more so than the fever caused.

Red bursts out a laugh, which makes her gaze snap to him, and he shakes his head.

“Be specific, babe. No spanking, no spit?” He takes a single step closer.

Should I have waited before reaching for her?

“How about I just communicate instead?”

Red shakes his head. “You won’t be able to. The worse it gets, the less sane of mind you’ll be. Tell us what you don’t like.”

“I—” She turns her face into my chest, and I accidentally purr when she nestles her cheek on my pec. She burrows against me further. “I don’t know.”

“First heat?” Red asks.

“First… everything.” She hides her face against my chest, refusing to make eye contact with either of us. I hope my hammering heart doesn’t jar her.

A virgin. You’re telling me no one has tasted this kind goddess in my arms?

No… nothing?