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Valentine
No. Not gonna happen, I thought for the hundredth time. Not that knot.
I was huddled on the bathroom floor, door locked, the sink running full blast, with Donovan’s phone pressed as close to my face as I could get it.
“I don’t know what to do,” I whispered into the receiver. I’d called Nessa, and she’d immediately added Tori to the call, though I got the feeling they were in separate rooms.
“Of course you don’t. You’re a virgin.”
“She was one,” Tori broke in. “You said you built a nest. Hey, why aren’t you in it? Doesn’t a heat last, like, a few days at least?”
“I don’t know. I told you Dr. G doesn’t have any idea about what my heats will be like.” They both made consoling noises. “We were fucking for a while, but I didn’t have any problem leaving when I saw my death before me.” I moaned. “I’m going to be a virgin forever. It’s the only solution.”
“Wait, what? What death?”
“His knot, Tori. His freaking knot.” I cursed softly. “If that had accidentally slipped inside my butt when he came, I’d need to use a bedpan for the rest of my life.”
The line went silent.
“Wait. You mean to tell us…” Tori made a weird sound, like she was choking. “He fucked your ass? But not your…” Both of them cackled for a while.
I almost hung up, until Nessa said, “I’m so jealous I could die. This is the stuff of legends. What was it like? On a scale from cold McDonald’s to wagyu tartare?—”
“He’s Wagyu, A5.” Doing what my sisters and I always did after a hot date, I gave them a quick rundown—though until this week, it had always been them giving the details of their sexcapades, and me listening. Over their oohs and ahs, I whispered, “The kinkiest part of all is he read my favorite book. And he’s into it.”
Tori snorted. “Wait, he dresses up like a vampire with glitter?—”
Nessa and I both hissed her to silence. “That was my favorite book for five minutes in middle school. No, Tori. I mean, Daddy’s Little Omega.”
The silence that followed was almost reverent.
Nessa murmured, “Does he… Oh god. Does he do that thing where he refers to himself in the third person? Calls himself…?”
Tori was whispering, “Oh please, oh please, oh please.”
I sniggered. “You mean, does he say things like, ‘Be a good girl for Daddy, and let Daddy put in another finger?’”
They both gasped.
“And ‘You’re taking it so well. Daddy’s so proud?’” I waited for them to stop screeching. “Remember the cock warming scenes?” I purred. “He says it’s not his dick. It’s mine.”
Nessa shrieked. “No one in the world deserves a Daddy more than you, Valentine! But you know I’m going to live vicariously from now on, and if you don’t share all the details…”
“Of course I will,” I promised, though I wasn’t certain I would tell them everything.
Tori hmphed. “So what’s the emergency, babe? Why aren’t you in there letting Daddy bounce you on his peen pony?”
“His knot is not ever going to fit,” I explained. “I’m not kidding. I mean, his dick is girthy as heck, but doable.”
“Soda can?”
“Almost.”
“I hate you more now.”
“Well, I thought the knot would be, like… in proportion. But it’s a monster. Like, when he came?—”
“In your ass,” Nessa supplied.
