Page 23 of Knotting Hill (How I Met My Monster)

Will

Beneath the borrowed shirt, she’s wearing nothing. When I help her to lift it over her head the luscious scent of her pussy teases my nostrils and my mouth waters.

Is this real?

I never thought I’d see her again, let alone have her in my bed. I have to make sure I do this right. I can’t scare her away. I also can’t bind her to me before she has a chance to find out what it means.

As soon as the shirt is off, her hands are on my cock again and I growl. Placing my hands on her waist, I twist and deposit her on the bed. Then I spread her legs wide and gaze down hungrily. Her pussy is flushed and swollen. The lips are puffy and slick. When I catch a good whiff of the rich sweet smell, I’m certain she’s been touching herself before she came to find me.

The thought releases a low rumble of satisfaction in my chest. My mate had a need and she brought it to me. Now, it’s mine to satisfy.

Unable to wait any longer, I lower my face and lick along the soft, smooth outer lips of her pussy.

Bella moans.

I love the way she tastes. All sweet and salty, a flavor that can’t be captured in words. Maybe I could if I was a better poet. But right now, the wolf is in charge. A hungry beast ready to devour his prey.

I need more. I need her to climax all over my tongue, again and again.

Pressing harder, I work my way up to her clitoris and tease it with my tongue. When her moans urge me on, I place my mouth over it and add suction as well. She gasps. Her hips buck.

Right there.

I go after it like the predator I am, never letting up, never letting her pull away.

She writhes under me, cries out my name, clings to the bedding.

When she pushes against me again, I slide two fingers into her wet warmth and curl them to hit her upper wall.

That’s all it takes for her to come apart, shuddering, fisting my hair, and gushing on my tongue. I lap up her sweetness and start all over again. My hips work in a steady rhythm, grinding my cock against the mattress while I wish I was fucking into her instead.

Soon.

I’ll have her soon.

First, I need a little more of that sweetness. I need to cover myself in her scent.

I pull my fingers from her, lick them clean, and plunge them deep inside again. I work her body in frenzied motions until she screams and arches her back. Coming for me again.

I look up from between her legs to drink it in.

Bella’s head is thrown back. Her mouth is open. Against my tongue, her pussy pulses over and over so violently it nearly forces out my fingers.

I slow my movements, keeping pressure on her clitoris and inner wall of her pussy until it’s done.

She looks up at me; her hair is a tangled mess and her smile blissful.

My heart dances inside my chest and my cock throbs with the need to be inside her.

When she reaches for me, I’m decided. I’m shaking a little by the time I put on the condom and crawl between her thighs. On either side of her body, my forearms have sprouted thick gray fur.

She reaches up to caress my face and I nip softly at the flesh of her palm.

She giggles. “I love it when you get all wolfish.”

“You do?”

She wraps her legs around me, which guides my cock to nestle between her slick and swollen labia, and I groan.

“I do. I can’t lie. I’m really into it. But I also just want you to be yourself with me. Whatever that looks like. You always make me feel like I can be myself with you.”

“You can.” I lean down and kiss her swiftly. It turns into something longer, deeper, filled with longing.

I’m rocking my hips. I can’t help it. So the first blissful slide of my cock into her pussy happens as if by accident.

Or perhaps fate.

I nudge inside her body and even though it’s only the tip, the pleasure is exquisite. With a tortured moan, I push deeper. Our gazes lock together.

I study the tiny crease between her brows that appears when I thrust again.

Charting the exact angle she likes best, I fuck her faster. All the time, I’m watching, correcting, ensuring this feels as good for her as it feels for me.

The grip of her tight wet pussy feels amazing. Her walls hold me snug. I can already feel my knot bulging.

When I sink deeper inside, the swollen base of my cock nudges at her entrance.

Bella’s eyes widen. “What’s that?”

I pause and drop my face into her neck, breathing unsteadily for a moment. “My knot. Do you—do you want me to stop?”

“God, no!” She threads her fingers through my hair and tugs me back into a deep kiss.

When I pull back, she still has her legs wrapped tightly around my hips.

“Don’t stop. I told you. I want you to be yourself around me.”

I stroke a piece of hair back from her face and laugh when I see my hands have almost completely transformed. Long claws spike from the ends of my fingers and thick hair covers my forearms. “I don’t think I have a choice.”

She holds my gaze. “I’m not afraid.”

She isn’t. No hint of fear is present in her scent. “I won’t give you my knot until you’re sure about the mate bond. But do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes.”

I thrust inside her slowly, loving the way her eyes flutter closed.

“Yes.” She urges me on, tightening her legs around me digging her nails into my skin.

“Do you want to come on my cock, Bella? Is that what you want?”

“Yes.”

I thrust again, deeper this time, harder.

“Yes.” Her hands pull at the fur on my neck and back. Her legs squeeze me tighter.

I thrust again, harder this time. I build up speed. Her breasts bounce as my movements become more violent.

“Yes! Oh god, yes.”

I can’t hold back any more. With a growl, I yank her legs from around me and push them up, spreading her pussy wide. Then I plunge into her over and over. I give her every inch I can, right up to the throbbing bulge of my knot.

The knot that shouldn’t be visible while I’m still mostly human.

The knot that will swell even larger if I come inside her gorgeous body.

But I won’t do that.

I can’t do that.

There’s no way I could avoid sinking my fangs deep into her neck for the claiming bite if I knot her. A bite that changes everything.

As I think this, her body spasms around me. My balls tighten with the need to spill.

I grit my teeth.

To avoid temptation, I pull back, lift her hips and fuck her at a new angle.

Bella moans.

“Rub it, Bella. Touch yourself while I fuck you. I want to feel you come on my cock.”

God, do I ever .

Her hand covers her clitoris and she squeezes tight around me as fast little motions bring us both to the brink. I’m staring down at her in wonder. The spread of her hair on my pillow. The flush of her cheeks. The way her perfect breasts bounce in time with my thrusts.

It’s too much.

“I want to make you mine, Bella. You should be mine.” I don’t know what I’m saying, but as I keep fucking her, the words keep pouring from me. “One day I’m going to bite and claim you. Stuff you full of my knot while I mate you and mark you as mine. Forever.”

She lets out a long, low cry.

I’m so close to the edge. I have to stop myself from speeding up. That’s not what she needs right now.

Moments later, her eyes press shut and her brows crease. Her walls clamp around me.

Her mouth forms the shape of a word I can’t make out. I can taste the fragrant sweetness of her release, though, in the scent that covers me. Her passion. Her pleasure.

It’s beautiful.

I have to pull out or risk losing my control.

I groan as I quickly remove the condom and fist my cock.

Bella opens her eyes.

What tips me over the edge is the way she keeps rubbing her pussy as I touch myself. She’s matching my strokes in the frantic, hungry energy, as if she’s as desperate for my orgasm as she was for her own.

She moans when I explode over her body. Her body trembles with what I hope is another orgasm.

Thick white liquid spills and pools onto her belly and hand. When Bella scoops it up and rubs it into her swollen clit, I stare with avid fascination, drawing in the heady scent of our combined pleasure.

It’s a smell I’m instantly obsessed with. A smell I want more and more and more of. This smell will flavor my dreams from now until my dying day.

I drop to my belly and press my nose against her pussy. When that’s not enough, I part my lips and taste, groaning at the sweet salty flavor. There’s a pungent base note to the taste that wasn’t there before. An earthy rich promise of the claim I’m going to make.

I have to stop when I’ve licked her completely clean.

I have to stop or risk starting all over again when she probably wants to rest. Her pussy will need time to recover.

So instead, I crawl up to the pillow and pull the covers over us, tucking her neatly against me as if she was made to fit there all along.

My perfect Bella.

I must have done something right somewhere along the line. She knew she could always come back to me.