Page 54 of Knot So Damaged

“Shit, Cal!” I yell as I grip tightly to the Alpha below me.

Once my orgasm subsides, I collapse into Cal’s chest, unable to let go. He doesn't let go of me either as we both remain silent in an attempt to catch our breath.

After a while, one of Cal’s hands moves up into my hair.

“Are you okay? That wasn’t too far was it?”

The sincerity and concern in his voice has me smiling.

“It was perfect, Cal. I didn’t realize being with someone else could ever feel that good.”

It’s impossible to miss the way that his body tenses. Cal pulls me in further into his body and leans in to whisper into my ear.

“When you are with me, there will be nothing but pleasure, Little Devil. Those fools have no fucking idea in what they gambled away when they treated you the way they did.”

I sigh into him, allowing my body to melt as we stay on the couch.

It would be easy to drift back to sleep laying on his chest like this but the feeling of wet panties is far from pleasant.

I decide to further this bold persona that I have going on today as I break away from Cal. He allows me to stand but looks up at me with a questioning look on his face.

“Shower?”

I have never seen a single man move as fast as Cal does as he all but launches off the couch. In one swoop, he picks me up in his arms.

I squeal as I cling to him. He chuckles a low rumble that sends zings straight to my core, something I didn't think was possible after experiencing one of the best orgasms of my life.

Entering the bathroom, Cal sets me down on the sink before stepping away.

Slowly and way too sensually, he shrugs off his jacket allowing it to fall to the floor before he reaches a hand behind his head, grips his shirt and in one motion, pulls this shirt off.

My mouth drops, not only at just how smooth that action was but also at my first glimpse of Conall’s body.

It had never occurred to me just how ripped this man could have been under his clothing. Sure, I had felt some of his hard edges from on top of his clothing but nothing could have prepared me for the spectacle that is this man.

The Alpha’s body is all hard edges and smooth, tanned skin.

Shaking myself out of my stupor, with much less talent than Cal, I pull my shirt over my head, leaving me just in my bra.

Even though Cal has seen me in much less than this, it doesn’t stop his eyes from heating, taking me in.

Slowly, just like I would during a dance at the club, I unclip my bra and allow it to drop on the floor with my shirt.

Cal’s throat bobs, watching me with an intense look.

Sliding off the sink, I pull down my shorts, hooking my panties as I go. Once I reach my ankles, I kick them off, leaving me to stand completely naked in front of Cal.

Butterflies churn in my stomach as I wait for further reaction from him.

I have been naked in the club more times than I can count. In privates, I have danced with nothing but my heels for groups of Alphas and Betas and not once was I rattled.

But standing here in front of Cal is different. It's more intimate and far more intimidating than any kind of performance.

Because this one isn’t for show. Because I want him and I know that he wants me. It’s a sentiment I have never returned in a dance with any of my clients.

It was always going to be saved for a moment like this. A moment where being vulnerable in front of someone is more naked than any kind of lap dance.

“You are so beautiful, Valentina.”