Like I told her, that’s not my case. Never in a thousand years. Not ready for a pack, for a family. For anything permanent and serious.
So what the fuck is this, huh? What the fuck, dick? Calm the hell down.
It’s not a full knot, of course, or I wouldn’t be able to walk at all. At least, that’s what other alphas have told me. I’ve never had a full knot yet.
As it should be. Because I’m not in a pack with an omega in heat.
Shit.
I want her too much. That’s a fact that I can’t deny any longer. I’ve never wanted a girl so much in my life, and my body is aware of that even when I’m trying to forget it.
Not that I can forget her. But I tell myself no, I’m too young, I’m not repeating my parents’ mistakes.
She needs a pack, not a lone, stupidly young alpha.
My body never gets the memo, though, now less than ever. I waddle through the neighborhood like I’m carrying a bowling ball between my legs.
For the record, I am.
Reaching my apartment is such a fucking relief. Letting myself in, I make a beeline for the shower, shed my clothes and crank on the cold water.
Cold water and a session with my right hand. It has to help. Hopefully by tomorrow, the knot will be gone and I can go back to living a normal life.
Is this normal? Nobody ever told me one could pop knots so easily, and it’s definitely not a question I wanna ask my dad.
Hey, Dad, have you ever popped a knot the size of a grapefruit while kissing a girl for the first time? Do tell.
Ugh.
It’s probably a one-time thing. A freak event. Her taste triggered my body’s deepest response somehow, and here I am, my hard cock in my hand, my knot throbbing. The problem is, the icy water pelting down on me is doing nothing to put out the fire in my blood.
It feels like a fire under my skin, deep in my gut. I’m so hard it hurts. I tug on my cock and I groan. With the knot, the arousal is so intense I don’t know what to do with myself, how to relieve the pressure.
Thank fuck my two roomies aren’t in right now as I curl my fingers around my cock and a louder groan leaves my lips.
“Fuck, yeah…” I fist my cock and start stroking, slamming my other hand on the shower wall and closing my eyes. My whole body feels too warm, too sensitive, my stomach muscles taut and quivering, every stroke of my hand like a lick of fire on my cock. “Coco…”
I can picture her so easily without clothes on, all those juicy curves fitting perfectly under my hands, her moans joining mine as we fuck, racing toward release.
Two tall figures loom right out of sight in my fantasy. Muscular, glistening male bodies, intense gazes. Watching us. Demanding to be let in.
She’s laid out underneath me like a feast, and I want to lick and bite everywhere, but in the fantasy, I’m buried deep inside her, and it’s tight and hot and better than anything I’ve ever experienced.
She won’t look at me, her head turned to the side, but that’s all right because she’s moaning my name and giving herself to me, and hell, I wish this was real…
I slam my hand against the tiled wall again, working my cock. Having a knot means release is delayed, and the fantasy kind of crumbles as I keep stroking, grinding my teeth.
You’re meant to knot your omega, to be with your pack when this happens, not jack off in the shower. It feels so fucking wrong.
“Come on, come on...” I bow my head and stroke faster. “I need to come, please, dear God, have mercy, this is insane...”
The fantasy returns. Coco is moaning under me, and the two guys approach the bed, kneeling beside me, their scents familiar, their voices, too, as they urge me on...
A strangled cry escapes me as my cock finally jerks in my hand, the knot throbbing in time to my racing heart. The fire burning me from the inside out is now pooling in my balls, shooting out of my dick.
I’m on fire.
The orgasm grips me like a convulsion. I come and come, shooting cum against the tiles, the relief so immense I finally drop to my knees under the cold water.
