Page 111 of Knot Going Down

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 deliberatethud, 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, tosee 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.