Page 42 of Knot Your Basic B*tch

Brutus’ lips were plush for a man’s and inviting me in.

Definitely yes.

But I couldn’t figure out how to turn my thoughts back on in order to articulate myself. All I could manage was a small nod—but that was enough. Brutus laced his fingers in the hair at the back of my neck and pulled me in, leaning down until his luscious lips met mine.

God, his kiss lit me on fire.

His mouth was commanding, demanding entry. Demanding that I submit to him—something that I was all too happy to do.

Brutus wasted no time deepening the kiss. It was pure passion—as if I’d jammed my tongue into an electric socket and slathered myself in warm honey all at the same time. The way that his tongue danced against mine, brushing against me, claiming me with such exquisite friction.

He was going to make me lose my mind. Already my thoughts were spiraling out of control.

Brutus was addictive, I’d barely had a taste and already I was drunk on him. All I knew was that I needed him closer. He’d slid his arm around my waist and into my hair, and I needed him to hold me tighter. To hold me and never let me go.

Brutus grabbed me, rough. Pulling me against him. Squeezing into the soft flesh of my waist, his fingers bit into my skin like he couldn’t get enough.

I was lost in his kiss. His lips were fierce against mine and I was blissfully turning into melted butter, as I leaned into that sizzling hot body. My thoughts were swirling, out of control. Whirling and wild. The room was spinning though Iwas stone-cold sober, as his kisses made me feel like I was untethered to my body and floating off somewhere into the ceiling, all the while I was falling hard into the pools of his dark eyes.

Each movement against my lips, each harsh scrape of his tongue, exploring the depths of my mouth, tasting me deep. Each touch made me want to lose control. All I wanted was him closer. So much closer.

Brutus held me tight against his body, and I could feel him, hard against my stomach.

Yes. I was his for the taking.

I could feel hunger in the way that he held me, in the way that his hands bit into me and clutched me against him so tightly. Every touch was a demand, and there was something about Brutus that made me want to give in to every one of his desires. It made me want to submit to him.

His fingers skimmed just underneath the hem of my blouse, tugging the fabric up, baring my stomach to his gaze. His fingers brushed against the slight curve of my belly, up along my ribcage, until soft touches skimmed against the lower curve of my bra.

His touches were making me lose my mind—I wanted more of him. I had to feel more of him.

Reaching back, I unfastened my bra, pulling it and my blouse up and over my head. Tossing it down to the floor. I stood before him half naked, forcing myself not to fidget under the force of his full and unwavering attention.

Brutus palmed my breast, cupping the tender flesh, running his fingers along my nipple. Teasing the peaks until they stiffened under his caresses.

“Are you ready to be my good girl?” Brutus slid his hands down my body to rest on the waist of my pants, by the button of my jeans.

His words were a drug—I think I was ready and willing todo anything that he told me. Anything to get closer to the promise of more.

Every inch of this man’s body screamed sex. The fluid way that he moved made it clear that fucking him would be phenomenal. I didn’t want to wait to test it out.

I took a steadying breath before flicking the button open and sliding the jeans all the way down. Brutus followed every movement, watching each inch of skin I revealed to him.

“Get on the bed and spread those legs wide.”

I could feel it the moment that feminism started to drain away from my body. Did I think that I should submit to a man and debase myself … No.

But did I want to be Brutus’ good girl? Oh,fuck yes.

I bit my lip, as I felt slick dripping down my legs. He’d barely touched me, and I was so ready for him.

Brutus’ bed was king sized, with black sheets, so smooth they looked like they were ironed. Taking a deep breath for courage, I turned and got on the bed, crawling to the center. I lay down, feeling the silky sheets against me. Slowly, I relaxed, letting my thighs fall open. Warmth pooled in my lower belly as Brutus stared at my pussy, not taking his eyes off me once as he moved toward me.

Then finally, he was putting the weight of his hard body on mine. Brutus reached between my legs. His index finger found my clit and started massaging me with the perfect circular rhythm to make me lose control. But just as I was on the cusp of coming, his fingers drifted lower, toward my other hole.

Without making the conscious decision to do so, I squeaked and pulled away from him.

“What’s the matter, Love? You don’t want all of your holes stuffed? Don’t want your alphas to own every inch of your body?” His dark eyes were trained on my face, watching my face for every change in my expression.