Page 40 of Knot So Sweet (Leather and Lace #1)
Chapter 39
Candi
A sudden scuff of boots behind me sent a jolt of fear racing up my spine. I whipped around so fast my heart felt like it would leap from my throat, spiraling into a whirlwind of terror as my mind conjured the image of Adam’s bloody corpse rising to haunt my ass.
A massive figure loomed over Adam's lifeless body, his broad shoulders blocking out the morning sun. He bent low, a hood pulled over his head, obscuring his features, but as my scream pierced the air, he looked up slowly, revealing a stark white mask covering his entire face. It was smooth and expressionless, a haunting canvas that made my skin crawl.
Another scream lodged itself in my throat, wheezing out almost silently. I could feel the weight of his gaze, like a predator locking onto its prey. This was a dangerous game.
As he stood, straightening to his full height, I couldn’t help but notice how he towered over me. Even from a distance I could tell. He was built like a damn house, muscles rippled beneath the fabric of his black hoodie, stretching across his broad chest and thick arms. As if the sweater was two sizes too small.
He remained silent, merely tilting his head to the side, as if he were studying me. But behind that hockey mask, I couldn’t decipher his intentions. Had Michelle sent him. Titus? Jordan? There were too many possibilities.
"What do you want?" I murmured, my throat dry, terror swirling in my gut like a vortex.
The instinct to flee clawed at me, but I knew Alphas like him would chase. I could tell just by the animalistic tilt of his head and the way he inhaled my scent, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
A low growl escaped from behind the mask, and it sent a shiver of fear and unexpected arousal racing down my spine all at once.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. I thought, grappling with the confusing mix of terror and attraction.
What the hell is wrong with me? He was probably sent here to finish the job or something even more horrific.
"Who sent you?" I asked, my voice wavering as I took a step back, instinctively trying to create distance. The moment I did, regret gnawed at me. My molars clashed together harshly, and my nails dug crescent moons into my palms as I fought to maintain control.
His focus was solely on me now. Adam's still form faded into the background. The weight of his attention was a double-edged sword—terrifying yet intoxicating. He stepped around Adam's body, leaving bloody prints in his wake. The sight made my stomach churn, tightening the grip of panic around my throat.
With each step he took toward me, my world darkened as his massive shoulders blocked out the sun completely. I tilted my head back, forcing myself to hold my ground as my gaze locked onto the only part of him visible through the mask.
His intense honey eyes. For a second, I couldn’t look away. It was the only clue to who he was, and I searched them desperately for something—anything—that would tell me if I was about to die, or if there was more behind that cold hockey mask.
But damn, those eyes were impossible to ignore, equal parts dangerous and captivating. My heart stuttered in my chest, torn between fear and something darker. If he was going to hurt me, he would have done it by now.
Right?
He lifted a gloved hand toward me, and I flinched instinctively. He froze, his hand inches from my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. I tried to steady my breathing, but all that did was envelop me in his scent—cinnamon and something bitter, brimstone .
His scent was intoxicating, and with each inhale, I felt myself teetering toward him like a moth drawn to a flame.
"Who are you?" As soon as the words left my lips, his hand made contact. The leather of his gloves was cool against my heated cheek. The moment his gloved fingertips traced my jaw, goosebumps erupted in their wake, igniting a haze of confusion and raw desire I had never experienced before. I wanted to pull away from this terrifying alpha, but my body betrayed me, yearning for more of his touch.
His fingers glided down my neck, tracing the edge of my collar with deliberate slowness. Each brush of his glove left a trail of fire in its wake, the tension between us thickening with every passing second.
As he moved up to my jaw, his touch became even more deliberate, his fingers brushing the line of my lips with a teasing slowness that had my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
My breath caught in my throat as the heat pooling in my core intensified, my lips parting with a gasp at the sensations coursing through me.
And in that moment, he shoved his fingers inside without hesitation.
The invasion was sudden, dominant, and instinctively, I sucked them deeper, as if it were his cock filling my mouth instead. My body responded instantly, helplessly, to the silent command.
A low, guttural growl rumbled from deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through the space between us, heightening my arousal in ways I couldn’t comprehend.
That sound alone sent shivers down my spine, settling deep in my core as if he were physically touching my most sensitive spot.
Holy shit.
His fingers moved with agonizing slowness, gliding in and out of my mouth, savoring the moment as his gaze bore into me from behind the hockey mask.
The mask obscured his face, leaving only his intense eyes visible, sharp and predatory, watching my every reaction with a calculated intensity that made my pulse race.
My breath hitched, soft sounds of pleasure escaping my lips despite my attempt to stifle them. The leather of his gloves pressed against my tongue, making me crave more—more of his touch, more of this dominance.
His grip tightened in my hair, twisting the strands around his fist, and I gasped. The sharp sting shot through me like lightning, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.
My hips bucked instinctively, desperate for friction, for something—anything—to relieve the pressure building inside me. Another deep growl rumbled through his chest, more primal, more commanding, the vibrations sinking straight to my clit.
The heat between my thighs ignited into a consuming flame, and I could feel the throbbing ache grow unbearable.
He quickened his pace, thrusting his fingers deeper into my mouth, and I could barely suppress the moans rising from my chest. Each movement of his fingers drew a grunt from him, and with every sound he made, my clit throbbed harder.
The rhythm of his fingers was intoxicating, his dominance suffocating in the most delicious way.
Saliva pooled in my mouth, dribbling down my chin, but I didn’t care. I sucked his fingers deeper, hungrier, my body completely lost in the rhythm of his thrusts.
I could feel my cheeks flush, humiliation mingling with raw desire, but the thrill of being so completely at his mercy consumed me. With each growl he let out, my need only intensified, my body responding helplessly to the primal commands his presence alone seemed to issue.
I wanted to beg. I didn’t know what for, but I needed something from him. My voice, however, was swallowed by the overwhelming sensation of his fingers stretching my lips, filling my mouth so completely I couldn’t think. All I knew was the aching, the raw need clawing at me from the inside.
The heat of the moment overtook me, drowning out the world around us. There was no more dead body at our feet, no lingering danger in the air—only him, only his touch.
Every pull of my lips against his fingers was met with the weight of his gaze, the intensity suffocating and exhilarating all at once. The feel of his gloves, the power in his movements, was pushing me closer to the edge, pulling me into a state of bliss I wasn’t ready for.
And then, without warning, it happened.
A wave of ecstasy crashed through me, rippling through every nerve ending like wildfire. It was an unexpected, mind-shattering orgasm, one that tore through me without him ever touching my most sensitive spot.
My body convulsed, muscles tightening as pleasure rolled over me in waves, muffled moans escaping around his fingers. His deep growl echoed in my core, intensifying the pleasure, pushing me beyond what I thought I could feel.
My release was overwhelming, the aftershocks of it continuing to ripple through my body even as he slowed his fingers.
I pulled back, gasping for air, wide-eyed as I stared up at the hockey mask that concealed his face. The mask left him a dark silhouette, his intense eyes glowing beneath it, and I felt raw, exposed, as if every part of me had been laid bare before him, yet I reveled in it.
The danger that lingered in the air felt distant now, overtaken by the lingering heat between us. My mind was spinning, trying to process what had just happened, but all I could focus on was him—the masked alpha who had claimed my senses and ignited a fire within me I didn’t even know existed.
Fear flickered at the edges of my thoughts, but desire overpowered any caution I had. I couldn’t deny how much I wanted more, how much I craved his dominance.
The roar of motorcycles echoed in the distance, and just like that, he released me. My knees wobbled, and I stumbled slightly, still reeling from the intensity of the moment.
Without a word, he gathered Adam’s lifeless body over his shoulder, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. For a split second, I stood in awe of his strength, too stunned to fully comprehend everything that had just happened.
"Wait! Stop! You can’t just take him!" I shouted, desperation creeping into my voice.
"Goodbye, little havoc. I’ll see you soon." His voice was deep, smooth, the promise in it sending another shiver down my spine as he disappeared around the corner of the alley.
I stood there, breathless, legs weak, heart racing.
What the actual fuck just happened?
The End…
… For now