Page 112 of Knot Going Down

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. Onlyyes.

“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’remypetulant jackass.”

“Yeah, I am.” I grin, rocking forward in a slow, deliberate thrust. He’s so tight around me, soright, 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 Ichoosethis. Choosehim.

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 andus.

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.

54

EMILY

“Ican’t do this.” Ava throws the remote onto the couch and bolts to her feet, like stillness has become unbearable. “We’ve been searching for something to watch for over thirty minutes. This is pointless.”

I glance at the TV, another trailer autoplaying in silence. “What else are we supposed to do?”

“Something.” She paces my living room, wild energy radiating off her. “We’re just sitting here while our alphas are out there walking into danger. Into some crime lord’s estate!”