Page 4 of Knot for You
All I kept reminding myself was to not under any circumstances sniff my shirt which now smelled like the most wonderful combination of cinnamon and fruit.
Chapter
Two
VERA
“So, what are you going to do?” Shelby sat on my hard wooden, university-issued desk chair across from me. Kicking her tennis shoes up, she glanced at me again with something akin to amusement curling her lips. Then, she noticed the brochures sticking out of my backpack.
Reaching for them, Shelby looked them through one at a time.
This was how she found me. I was completely in burrito mode with my favorite cozy blanket tucked around my head and middle. The rest of my pillows barricaded me against the corner of my bed and the wall.
Still, I wasn’t quite settled.
“I don’t know.” Though there was only one option. It was a fine option.
Just fine.
Because otherwise, I hated it.
At some point in the next month or so, I was going to have to probably have Shelby haul my heat-drunk self to health services. That was the only way I could describe the stupor I slipped into once I transitioned past the uncomfortable stages of pre-heatwhen I was feverish and undeniably horny most of the time to full-blown heat which wasn’t my best look.
Health services would then let me hole up in a safe room away from everyone on campus while they could… monitor me.
I shivered at the prospect. I could already feel just how cold and uncomfortable that tiny room they put me in was along with Nurse plying me with vitamins when at that point all I wanted was… well…
Vitamin D.
And by D, I meant dick.
With a little K, preferably.
And by K, I meant knots… lots and lots of knots.
Though I should not be thinking about that right now. Biting my lip, I forced myself out of the horny thoughts. I needed to focus. I needed to keep myself from getting worked up. It would only serve to make my heat come on faster.
And I didn’t want that.
I hugged one of my fort pillows to my chest.
“Would the alpha assistance really be such a bad option?” Shelby asked, holding up her latest pamphlet. “I mean, it sounds basically like a one-night stand.”
“And how often have you known me to have a one-night stand?”
She shrugged. “Not too late. I mean, they’d have the alphas' background checked and would be monitoring you to make sure nothing crazy happens.”
Like the risk of one of those squeaky-clean alphas wanting to get off on an omega in heat accidentally biting me.
Bonding me.
“You’d be safe,” said Shelby.
“For a stranger to fuck me through the week? No thanks,” I mumbled.
Shelby raised her eyebrows. “I kind of thought that was the point, isn’t it? I mean, I’m just a boring beta who doesn’t have to deal with any of this, thank god, but you do need to be—forgive my French— fucked, don’t you?”
It didn’t matter. The thought of going that route just wasn’t for me. Plus, I’d have to see if health insurance even covered that sort of expense. What would getting knotted through a heat fall under in the insurance code?