Page 58 of Knot Going Down (OlympicVerse #3)

He thrusts into my mouth, taking charge from below. I pin his thighs to the mattress. From the tension in his body and the noises he makes, I can tell he likes it.

“Fuck, I want to see you.” He tugs on the cuffs, metal scraping the wood. “Let me see you, Knox.”

After a brief internal debate, I push his shirt off his eyes, so it rests above his head on his forearms. Then I resume what I was doing.

It feels more intimate with him watching.

This time when he bucks up into my mouth, I let him take control.

There’s a sense of surrender in the act that isn’t one sided.

He’s surrendering to me, letting me take the most vulnerable part of him inside me.

And I’m surrendering to him, submitting, letting him use me for his pleasure.

“You look so good with my cock in your mouth,” he moans. “Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

I stop.

Long enough to smirk at him—smug and unrepentant. He laughs, low and wrecked, and I go back to devouring him.

My cock is harder than it’s ever been, and I rut it into the bed, trying to get the friction I need.

“Knox,” he says, all breathy and hoarse. “Knox!”

He kicks me with his foot. How long was he trying to get my attention?

“Look at me.”

I release him with a pop and lick my lips.

“Bring your cock up here. I want to taste you.” There’s a command in his voice I don’t want to deny, but…

“Are you sure?”

“Turn around and get. Your. Ass. Up. Here.” He barks this time. Fucking barks at me.

And I smile, because I fucking love the way we push each other.

“Bossy,” I murmur, even as I shift to straddle his face. “You know that only makes me worse, right?”

His mouth opens to respond, but I cut him off with the grind of my hips against his face—and then we’re both too far gone for smartass comebacks. He sucks me in like he’s starving, sloppy and eager, and I bend to take him back into my mouth, matching his rhythm with more urgency this time.

His lips bump against my knot again and again, each pass making my spine bow. I hum around his shaft, helpless to do anything else. I want to tell him how good he tastes, how fucking perfect this is, but my mouth’s full, and I don’t want to stop.

We’re a mess of breath and hunger, need sharpening into something razor-edged. A perfect balance, perfect symmetry.

The second his cum hits my tongue, I lose it, slamming deep down his throat as I fill him with my release. I barely finish before I’m spinning around to kiss him, our flavors mixing.

“I want you inside me,” he growls. “Now.”

I pause, forehead resting against his, catching my breath. “Might need a little more recovery time than that, Officer McLaren.”

His mouth curves into something wicked as he kisses me, rolling his hips up against mine. “I know exactly how long you need, Knox.”

What was softening stirs again, hardening fast between us.

“See?” He murmurs, way too damned smug.

Fuck, that smile should be illegal. Smiling looks good on him.

“You really want me to fuck you?” I’m close to ready again, but I still can’t quite believe Officer Declan McLaren wants me to take him.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

My throat works around something hot and unspoken. “Okay.” I breathe the word like a promise, like a prayer.

He nods, once, like he feels it too. “Knox?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t hold back.”

Fuck.

I leave him, climbing off the bed and heading straight for the top pocket of his suitcase where I know he keeps the keys to the cuffs.

“What are you doing? Stop wasting time,” he growls, so damn bossy. “Fuck me already.”

“Thought you’d appreciate some lube,” I snark back, grabbing the key before detouring to my bag for the lube.

I set the bottle on the nightstand with a deliberate thud , then sink to my knees beside him, taking one long, indulgent moment to drink him in—this big, commanding alpha bound and waiting, completely at my mercy.

“What are you doing?”

“Uncuffing you.”

“Why?”

Because I still don’t believe he’s gonna let me do this, and I don’t want it to be because he’s cuffed. If he’d rather be inside me, I’ll take that happily. Maybe this is my own kind of test, to see if he can still receive—share his pretty ass with me—even if he’s back in control.

After tossing the cuffs on the floor, he throws his shirt next to them. I straddle his abs and gently massage his wrists. “Still want me to fuck you?”

“Don’t test me, Knox.” His hands lock on my thighs, pushing me down, knocking my balance off so our hips line up and I fall on top of him with a groan. Skin against skin, I shudder, every cell in my body on fire.

His teeth scrape my neck. “Fuck. Me. Now.”

“Happily.” I brush my lips over his as I reach for the bottle of lube.

His legs fall open for me automatically, trusting and tense all at once.

He’s no longer cuffed, but he stays right where he is, slowly raising his hands and grabbing hold of the headboard.

Fuck, this is more trust than I ever could have imagined this man giving.

But there’s nothing submissive in the way he holds my gaze.

He’s daring me to give it everything I’ve got.

And I plan to ruin him.

I ease in one slick finger, working him good and open.

“I thought I told you to fuck me,” he practically snarls, and I almost want to laugh.

Ready to give him what he wants, anything he wants, I slowly press my cock inside him, watching his face for any flicker of discomfort. There’s tightness in his jaw, but no hesitation. Only need. Only fire. Only yes .

“Fuck, you feel—” My voice breaks, and I push deeper, inch by aching inch.

He’s shaking, but he doesn’t let go of the headboard until I’m fully seated, and then it’s like he can’t control himself anymore. With one hand he grabs my hip as his legs wrap around me, and with the other he cups the back of my neck and pulls me down into a kiss.

His hips rock, muscles flexing, pulling me deeper. The fit is perfect. Hot, tight, all-consuming. I break our kiss, gasping.

“How come we didn’t do this before?” I ask, a sense of wonder overtaking me as I begin to move in slow dragging thrusts.

“Because you were a petulant jackass I didn’t trust before.” Declan runs a hand over my ass.

“And now?” I slam in harder.

He groans. “Now, you’re my petulant jackass.”

“Yeah, I am.” I grin, rocking forward in a slow, deliberate thrust. He’s so tight around me, so right , that it takes everything I have not to fall apart on the spot.

I set a steady rhythm, each stroke deeper than the last, and his breath stutters, then breaks.

The air between us is thick with heat and musk, the scent of him blooming wild and raw beneath the sweat and sex.

I lean in and bury my face in the curve of his neck, nipping hard enough to leave a mark, to make him feel it tomorrow. Not deep enough to claim.

His whole body arches up into mine, lips parted around a moan that sounds a hell of a lot like my name.

I keep going. Harder. Chasing the edge, but it’s not about getting off. It’s about proving I’m not going anywhere. That I choose this. Choose him .

Pressing in deeper, I angle to hit the spot that makes his head tip back, his lips part in a curse. “Bite me,” I whisper. “Do it, Declan. Claim me. ”

His eyes flash with something primal. For a second he hesitates—like he’s making sure I mean it.

I do.

Fuck, I really do.

“I’m yours Declan. And you’re mine. And as soon as this is over, we’re gonna bond those cute little betas and our feisty omega and make this real. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

His whole body tenses, hot breath skating over sweat-slick skin.

“Knox…” he groans. “Fuck. Fuck. ”

Feeling suddenly vulnerable by his lack of a real response, I whisper, “Nevermind, you don’t?—”

Before I can finish, he’s got his teeth around my throat. My vision whites out when his bite breaks skin.

A jolt of heat tears down my spine and ricochets through every nerve ending I’ve got. I gasp his name— Declan —and he groans against my throat, tongue soothing the sting even as his lips stay pressed to the bite.

The edge crashes into me without warning. With a cry, I slam deep, hips ramming against his as my knot swells. Declan arches off the bed, legs trembling around me as he follows me over, spilling between us with a broken shout right as I bite him back.

Everything is heat and shaking and us .

When the world finally slows, when our breathing evens out and the room stops spinning, I rest my forehead against his, still together, connected in every way that matters.