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The water cascades over my sensitive skin, each droplet feeling like a teasing caress. I close my eyes and imagine it’s his hands on me, his fingers delving into my slick folds, and his cock filling me to the brim. A whimper escapes my lips as I reach down, my fingers finding my aching clit still throbbing with need.
It’s not enough. It’s never enough when compared to the fantasy of him.
I just need…
Yeah, that’s it. Need.
With a frustrated groan, I withdraw my hand and focus on washing away the lingering scent of onions. The hot water provides some relief to my aching muscles but does little to quench the fire burning within me. Honestly, it only makes everything worse, and I have to finish my shower by blasting cold water on my overheated skin.
As I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my dripping body, a wave of dizziness washes over me. I grip the counter for support, my knuckles turning white from the strain. The preheat symptoms are hitting me harder than ever before. My knuckles grip the counter as a cramp pulses in my core.
Slick begins to drip out of me, and a shiver works through my whole body.
I need a knot, and I need one now. Pushing my thighs together only makes it worse.
My phone… I’m sure the guys probably intruded enough to add their numbers to my phone. Right? That’s something an alpha would do.
I stumble out of the bathroom, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the carpet. The cool air feels like a balm against my overheated skin. I collapse onto the bed, not even bothering to put on clothes. The sheets are damp with my sweat and arousal.
I reach for my charging phone and unlock it. I don’t remember grabbing it last night, so it must have been Zane. As I scroll through my contacts, disappointment fills me.
I don’t have their numbers.
“Bullshit.” I toss the phone on the floor, my hormones riding me hard.
Rolling onto my back, I stare blankly at the ceiling, trying to will away the all-consuming need that threatens to devour me whole, but it’s useless. My mind keeps drifting back to Zane—his piercing eyes, his commanding presence, the way he took control of my body so effortlessly in the dream.
I need him. I need his touch, his kiss, his thick?—
A knock sounds on the door.
I’m up before I can think better of it, a haze filling my head. Logically, somewhere at the back of my mind, I know I’m no longer in control, and unfortunately, I don’t care. My core pulses so hard that it’s all I can think about.
At least I have half a mind to look through the small peephole before I open the door to Quinn, who’s standing there with another brown paper bag.
I almost feel bad that the last time we were in this exact same position, he also had a paper bag, one I tossed to the side.
Trying to breathe through my mouth, I open the door, careful to stand behind it, but the moment he steps inside and looks around, he knows I’m not in control.
It’s evident in the way I slap the door and flip every single lock.
“Whoa.” Quinn walks in and pisses me off because he doesn’t look in my direction.
How dare he?
He’s also holding his nose. Luckily, I forgive him when he bends over to pick something up and I can gaze at his ass, and what a fine ass it is.
Tossing the paper bag on the table, he finally turns to me.
“We have to stop meeting like this.” He finally gets a look at me.
A very naked me.
Ever so slowly, I stalk him.
Quinn’s eyes widen as he takes in my naked form, his nostrils flaring as my scent floods the room. At least it’s getting rid of the stench of onions. I can see the battle raging within him, the primal alpha instincts warring with his gentlemanly nature, but I’m too far gone to care about propriety or consequences.
My pussy has spoken, and she wants Quinn’s knot.
