Page 118 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

“Safe space. Hole up. Orgasms,” I mutter again, dragging my body along the floor to get away from the window. I try not to think about how I’m undoubtedly leaving a trail of bloodand slick along the floor of this shut down industrial kitchen. If anyone gets close to that window, they’ll smell me. Smell an omega in heat.

It’ll dissipate over time, but if I just stay here in the open, it’ll only get worse. I need to get into an enclosed space, something small and windowless and safe. I need a safe space, like Ren told me.

My omega agrees with this wholeheartedly, though she’d also like me to find a place with soft blankets and cushions and lots of alpha cocks. That will not happen.

But the small, enclosed space?

My eyes fall on a door with a heavy metal handle, and I know what’s on the other side is insulated, will keep my scent in, will be small and contained and I’ll feel safe enough there until Ren can find me.

With a grunt, I push myself to my hands and knees and crawl to the walk-in freezer.

Yes, I think as I tuck myself inside,shutting the door behind me.

Yes, this is good,I think, as complete and utter black falls.

This will keep me safe,I think as I press myself into the corner and slip my hand into my yoga pants, moaning at the barest brush of my fingers over my clit.

Fuck the Calloway pack,I think as the first of my orgasms rolls over me.Fuck them for doing this to me. Fuck them right to hell.