Page 20 of Knotty Nights

The button came undone with a soft pop. My heartbeat picked up in my ears as she worked the zipper down.

Sweat prickled at the back of my neck as she held herself just out of view.

“Atlas.”

Her name was a soft warning. I wanted to see her, and I couldn’t be bothered being patient. I’d waited so long for this—five years, to be exact.

She pushed the scrap of underwear out of the way, and…

Oh fuck.

It must be a sin to be this perfect.

Filthy.She looked fucking filthy as she knelt on my carpet, fully dressed save for her cock jutting out in the air.

“Touch yourself, Alpha.” The words were a breathy rasp. “I want to watch you.”

This had been a fantasy of mine foryears.Watching an Alpha touch themselves while I dictated each stroke… Nothing could make me wetter.

Alphas weren’t supposed to submit. That was the rule—the unspoken law of hierarchy. I’d been taught to adapt, to bend, to yield to the stronger sex simply because of biology.

Atlas, however… she was my wet dream come to life. Watching her choose to crawl for me and do anything I say… It was fucking intoxicating.

“Not so hard,” I warned as she squeezed, shivering at her own touch. “Go slow. Run your thumb over the head.”

She did as she was told, a curse tumbling from her lips as she swiped a thick layer of slick from her cockhead and smeared it over her length.

Taste her.

I shook my head, trying to keep the insistent voice at bay.Tastingwas not part of the fantasy. Not yet.

A bead of sweat rolled down my forehead and disappeared into the folds of my robe.

When I blinked, my vision turned hazy.

Damn this Heat!

“Lick your palm,” I said instead, breathing through the symptoms. “Get it nice and wet.”

She hurried to follow orders, her breaths coming loud as she did.

This time, when she squeezed a little too hard for my liking, I decided I would allow it.

She stroked unevenly as though unsure of the order that would come next. I let her dictate her own pleasure, even if it was just for the moment. Soon, the strokes turned smooth as her lids fell. The dark outline of her lashes made her seem dreamy, and when she groaned, I forced my fingers into a ball to avoid touching her.

Her shoulders tightened; one wrong move and she might snap.

I let the silence stretch just to taunt her. Could she smell just how wet I was? Just how much I wanted her inside me?

“What do you want?” I asked as her breaths grew harsh. “What do you need to push you over?”

“I…” she stuttered. “I want to taste you.”

I smiled, loving the way she strained to utter each word.

“By all means.”

When she parted her lips to breathe, I set my toes against her tongue.