Page 29 of Knot Only For One Night

“Was that a heat?” Neven’s voice was low, but I’m sure her getting up and showering not even nine hours later threw him off. I bet all his research didn’t include what that means.

“No. It wasn’t.”

“It wasn’t?” That makes Neven shoot up, her sheet covering his waist.

We didn’t fuck her. The biggest sign that this wasn't her actual heat. A real heat would have her so insane with want, she wouldn’t worry in the slightest bit about having full-on sex. Whether it’s her first time or not.

“No. Just a flare-up. Heats last days. Are more intense.”

“More intense…”

“Yeah.”

I need—I need to clean up. I have my own slick and come covering my jeans. Dried between my thighs and fucking… Just fucking everywhere. I need to help her clean up.

“Damn. Are you gonna tell her?” Neven climbs out of her bed and yanks his jeans back on. The dirty bastard.

“Tell her?” I ask.

“She thinks that was her heat.”

Oh, I guess she wouldn’t know. I’d… tell her. I hope she isn't disappointed. Maybe she was happy to get it over with like I was.

Though, with us, I hope… I hope she’s actually excited to experience her real heat. Like an omega should be.

Thank god we’d met. It's so cold figuring those things out on your own. Or worse. At Omega Center and Co. God, I hope she’d never been there. That business needs to be shut down.

It may be a good place, for who the fuck knows who, but I just can't get past the fact I needed it. I was such an ass there and they still helped me through my flare-ups and eventually my first heat. But everything was so clinical.

Esper deserved better than that. She deserved warmth, people who cared, who would take care of her not because of a paycheck, but because they wanted to.

I’d do that. If she wanted me to. For all her flare-ups and her heat. For… not ever. I guess.

She deserved a Pack.

I’d help her until she had a Pack. The thought makes me growl out loud, earning a look from Neven as we pull the sheets off her bed and into a basket I found underneath.

A Pack would take care of her forever. I’d make sure they would.

Neven’s pulled his shirt on, and he steps past me with a clap of my shoulder. “Go clean up. I’ll take these to the laundromat I saw on my way here yesterday.” Barely a minute passes before the door opens again and my gaze clashes with brown eyes I’ve been dying to see since I woke up.

“Hey,” I say. Awkwardly. Like what the fuck am I on? Like I’ve never talked to a girl before. I shake a hand through my hair trying to figure out what to say.

“Hi,” she says. Her eyes are downcast from mine and I see her nerves written all over her face. Why is she so damned cute? “I brought a wet rag, in case….” She trails off, holding the rag out to me. I gratefully take it.

“Thanks, princess.” The nickname from last night slips out and I turn on my heel, blushing, fucking blushing. I quickly clean myself, feeling much more normal turning back to her. She has her hand out for the rag, and I shake my head.

“I’ll clean you.”

“I’d rather you not, if that’s okay,” she says in a small voice, and the t-shirt I made her cum on last night burns possessively in my hands.

Now we're two blushing omegas holding each other’s cum soaked-fabrics hoping the other won’t ask for it back.

“I’m fine with that.” I freeze as she grabs the dirty rag from my hand and she rushes to place it on the back of her desk chair, laying it out next to one of Neven's many t-shirts he’d brought her.

I have to tell her. Now.

“I… I have to tell you⁠—”