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Chapter

Thirty-Four

D ANNY

I was practically vibrating with need as we made our way up the path to my front door. Knox’s arm was around me, and he smelled of leather, pine, and lust.

I wanted him.

It was as if… once I’d stopped denying my attraction to Knox and my determination to make our mating work, all of the desire for him that I’d been suppressing had broken free, washing over me like a tsunami, threatening to pull me under.

I was tempted to let it.

Summoning the last of my patience, I withdrew my key from my pocket and hurried up the stairs. I slotted it into the door and turned. The door creaked open.

I shoved it, impatient to get Knox naked, then I backed him against the wall and dropped to my knees in front of him.

He gazed down at me, his eyes nearly black in the dim light. “Are you sure—”

I yanked his zipper down, cutting him off. “I know exactly what I want. Unless you have any protests, please don’t finish that question.”

He held his hands up, placating. “No protests here.”

“Excellent.” I grabbed the sides of his jeans and tugged them down to reveal his briefs. Those dropped too, and now both pieces of clothing were hanging around his knees.

Without another word, I swallowed him.

He shouted and bucked, lodging himself deeper in my throat. I choked, and he drew back, apologies spilling from his lips, but I grabbed his left hip and refused to let him retreat any further. With my right hand, I gripped his cock and then I pressed my lips to the tip.

First I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. Thick, red, and desperate. Salty with precum. Then I stretched my lips, taking him further, until he bumped against the back of my throat. He groaned and threaded his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him, my eyes watering, and silently urged him to take control.

A muscle ticked in his jaw. His nostrils flared but he handled me as if I were made of the most precious china.

“If it’s too much, tap my hip,” he ordered.

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed around his cock.

“Fuck.” He gave a shallow thrust into my mouth and began to rock back and forth, feeding me a little more each time.

I moaned to show my appreciation. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t love this. Every second that his heavy alpha cock rested on my tongue was bliss. I hollowed out my cheeks and closed my eyes, focusing on the slide of his silken skin and the delicious taste of his desire.

“Look at me,” he snarled.

My cock strained, made eager by the roughness of his voice .

That roughness was because of me. He was desperate for me.

The musky scent of slick filled the air. I opened my eyes, blinking when my eyelashes stuck together. Saliva dribbled down my chin. I must have looked wrecked, but he just swiped the pad of his thumb beneath my eye, gathering the moisture there, and licked it up.

His cock thickened in my mouth, and I dug my fingers into his ass cheek, desperate for more.

“I’m on the edge,” Knox warned. “I’ve wanted you for too long. Unless you want me to come in your mouth, you need to stop now.”

I pulled off, but not for the reason he thought. “I want you inside me.”

He stared at me, stunned. “Are you s—” He cut himself off just in time to avoid my wrath. “How do you want me?”

I cocked my head, surprised in turn. In my experience, alphas simply put you where they wanted you and went to town. “Can I ride you?”

“Fuck yes.” He kicked off his shoes and shucked his jeans and underwear, then offered me his hand. When I placed mine in it, he pulled me to my feet. “Bedroom or sofa?”

I considered the options for a moment. “Sofa.”

It would be easier to get leverage there.

He swept me into his arms and carried me over.

I giggled, clinging to him. “I’m heavy!”

“Not to me.”

He set me gently on the sofa and sat on the cushion beside me, pulling his shirt off over his head and leaving himself bare. My greedy eyes drank up the view. His strong chest was tattooed, as was his shoulder and one upper arm. The intricate ink curved around his musculature, forming knots and patterns .

His cock, flushed and red, stood proudly from a small thatch of dark hair, and his thighs walked a fine line between being lean and deliciously thick.

Goldilocks thighs. Just right for this little bear.

I pulled off my knitted sweater and reached for the hem of my shirt, but he covered my hand with his, stopping me.

“Let me.” His tongue flicked out to wet his lips. “I want to savor this.”

“O-Okay.”

I stood, not quite sure what to do with my arms. He knelt in front of me and lifted the hem of my shirt. He inched it up, his lips following the fabric, dropping kisses right above the waistband of my jeans, then along my treasure trail to my belly button, where he paused to nuzzle me.

My breath hitched. No one had ever taken their time with me like this.

He rose and peeled the shirt over my head, then tossed it aside. I expected him to move on to my jeans, but instead he flicked my nipple with his thumb and bent to suck on it. I groaned as heat shot from my nipple to my groin. I’d always loved having them played with.

Slick soaked my underwear. Knox’s gaze met mine and a smug smile curled his lips. I’d have been tempted to wipe it off if he didn’t look as desperate as I was, with flushed cheeks and eyes that were nearly black, flashing with green each time his wolf looked out through them.

He removed my jeans and underwear with the same level of care, trailing kisses down the inside of my thigh, pausing when he reached my knee. A shiver rippled through me and I didn’t resist as he urged me to recline on the sofa. He licked a stripe from the inside of my knee to my ankle, then undid my shoelaces and took off my shoes, jeans, and underwear .

I lay before him, naked and horny, my upper thighs streaked with slick.

His wolf eyed me hungrily. I wouldn’t mind him devouring me.

He dropped to his knees and licked up the slick that decorated my thighs, his chest rumbling with pleasure. He looked at my cock like he was about to eat it, but I pushed him away.

“If you put your mouth on me, I’ll come,” I said.

He didn’t look like he understood the problem.

“I want you inside me,” I reminded him.

His eyes flickered brown, then green, and his chest heaved as he tore himself away from me and mimicked my position on the sofa.

“Ride the cum out of me, baby.”

My ass throbbed, more than ready for his big alpha cock. I straddled him and positioned my hole against the head of his cock.

Slowly, I lowered myself down.

He stretched me, but I relished the slight burn. He grabbed my hips, his fingernails digging into the tender flesh there, providing a sting to accompany the pleasure of his thick shaft entering me.

Evidence of how badly he wanted me.

He shuddered as he bottomed out inside me, his hair rasping deliciously against my sensitive ass. I rose up and lowered myself again, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as his cock bumped against my prostate.

I whimpered. “Gods, you feel good.”

“You’re so tight, Danny.” He growled the words, which were almost incomprehensible. His hands traveled around to the globes of my ass and flexed. “This is mine now. Got it? ”

“Yes.” I rode him, forcing my eyes open so I could watch the play of pleasure and emotion across his face.

“Mine,” he snarled. “No one else gets to touch you.”

“No one.” It was all I could do to agree. My cock bounced, slapping my abdomen each time I came down firmly against Knox.

“I’ll end them if they do.”

I shouldn’t like the sound of that, but I did. It promised protection and possession and belonging. Precum leaked from my tip, smearing my abs.

“Understand?” he demanded, bucking his hips to slam up into me.

“Yes,” I babbled helplessly. “I want that. I want you. You, and no one else. I’m yours. All yours. I promise.”

He bared his teeth, showing his fangs. Slick gushed from me, making an obscene slap-slap-slap noise with each thrust.

His eyes were conflicted, changing from brown to green and back again. No doubt his wolf was urging him to claim me with a mating bite and the human part of him was resisting. I appreciated his restraint and felt a pang of guilt for not being ready for that step yet.

But then his cock swelled, pressing against my sweet spot, and I couldn’t think of anything else.

I cried out, spurting all over him as I came, pleasure rolling through me in waves.

“Fuck.” Knox’s grip tightened on my hips. His fingers would no doubt leave marks. He thrust up, seating himself deeply inside me, then filled me, painting my insides with his cum.

His cock continued to swell, locking him inside me, so large I could hardly breathe. I flopped against him, wincing when it tugged at the rim of my hole. His arms looped around me and he nuzzled me, peppering lazy kisses across my face and head.

“I’ve never been knotted before,” I admitted, resting my cheek on his pec. Rex had never been able to knot me, even though he should have, being an alpha. He’d blamed it on me being not “omega” enough, but that was bullshit. If anything he wasn’t alpha enough. Perhaps that was why he’d tried to prove his strength in other ways.

Knox found my lips with his and kissed me tenderly. “And you never will be by anyone else.”

“I won’t,” I agreed, resting limply against him.

I liked the knot. It joined us together in a way that couldn’t be denied, even if we didn’t have a bite to connect us yet.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “And for what you said at the gathering.”

I grimaced. “I should have made my position clear sooner.”

“Position.” He chuckled and nudged me with his nose.

I rolled my eyes. “I thought you were supposed to be the mature one. How old are you anyway?”

As he reached down and wrapped his hand around my cock, any trace of humor fled. I groaned, shocked when my cock began to plump. I’d never have thought I could rally so quickly. He was still inside me.

Apparently, we were both sex-crazed for each other.

“I’m going to make you come until you forget any ‘should haves,’” he whispered beside my ear.

I groaned. “I’ve created a monster.”

And you know what?

I wasn’t mad about it.