Page 80 of Night Sector

I turned into his arms on a sob, my insides igniting with renewed fire. Ineededhim. His knot. His purr. His strength.

But he was wearing too many clothes.

Too much fabric.

My fingers turned into claws as I swiped at his sweater, then pressed my nose to the bare skin below.

Blood tinged the air.Alpha blood.

I’d cut him with my claws. Left marking scratches down his chest and abdomen.

Mine,I thought, leaning forward to lick up his decadent essence.Mine. Mine. Mine.

He said my name, but I was too busy playing with his belt to hear him.

Knot. Knot. Knot.

“Kyra,” he growled.

Alpha,I thought back at him as I reached the button of his jeans.

He grabbed my wrist, his opposite hand going to my nape to squeeze it gently. “Stop,” he demanded.

My brow furrowed.Alpha?Was he rejecting me? Rejecting my wolf?Why?

“You don’t really want this.” His grip tightened a little on my neck. “I won’t knot you like this.”

What?I blinked, my legs shaking from the effort it took to stand. I wasn’t even sure how I’d landed on my feet, let alone ended up here.

All I knew was I wantedhim. My Alpha. My beast.

I tried to twist my hand away from his, to resume my methods. But he held me captive.

My wolf growled, irritated.Knot. Now.

I shadowed to his back and swiped my claws against his jean-clad ass.

He snarled in response.Kyra.

Alpha, I returned.

You’re high on vampire venom.

Mmm.I didn’t care what I was high on. I just knew I needed him. My Alpha. My knot.

I tugged at his torn pants, determined, only for him to disappear and reappear behind me. I spun, intrigued by his playful game, and suddenly found myself on my back.

In my nest.

Yes, yes.I arched into his much bigger form as he held me down, his hands on my shoulders.

“I refuse to bind you with my power. Not after everything you’ve been through.”

My wolf ignored him, and I did, too. All we wanted was his knot. His power. Histhrusts. I wrapped my legs around him, ready for more. But those damn jeans were still in the way, the fabric abrasive against my sensitive flesh.

Off, I told him as I pressed up into the impressive bulge hidden beneath his pants.Jeans. Off.

No.