Page 50 of Knight With Benefits

Boss Man: “Have you talked to Danger yet?”

Me: “Working on it.”

I’d sent Gabriel a message letting him know I needed to talk to him, but he hadn’t responded yet. It wasn’t unusual, although he’d kept in better touch since Charity came into his life. The omega had been good for him, showing him it was okay to care for others, and that he could open up and stop hiding who he was from everyone.

Me: “I might not make it to The Hangout tonight, so if he shows up, tell him to call me.”

Boss Man: “Got it. I’ll let everyone know to keep their eyes peeled and watch their backs. Let me know if you need anything.”

It was a relief to know I had others who I could count on, and I hoped Gwyn was coming to think of me that way as well. I’d do anything for her. She didn’t need to walk through life alone, even if she wanted to be independent. There was nothing wrong with having people on your side, willing to fight for you when you needed it.

Putting my phone on the nightstand, I looked down at the woman curled against me, sleep smoothing away the stress lines and giving me a glimpse of what she must have looked like in her youth. Nature had designed omegas to be beautiful, but Gwyn’s fire was what really made her shine, and as pretty as I was sure she’d been when she was younger, I loved the steaks of grey in her hair and the subtle signs of maturity on her face.

As hard-headed as I’d been before I had sense knocked into me enough times for it to stick, I was glad I’d met her now instead of then. As much as I’d have given for all the time in the world with her, I hadn’t been ready before I’d become a Knight, and if she still had an independent streak after years under an abusive alpha’s thumb, we’d have likely clashed when we were young. Now, we knew what life could do to you, and we had a better chance of making things work.

If she’d just let me have the chance to try.

Brilliant brown eyes blinked open, a crease appearing where moments before the skin had been smooth. I didn’t need a bond to know the nerves starting to grow inside her, I could watch it happening, and I leaned in to cover her mouth with mine before she could get a word out to ruin what had turned into the best day of my life.

Licking along her lips, I thrust my tongue inside as soon as they parted, tangling with hers. There was no need to worry what the future might bring while we didn’t have all the pieces we needed to make a plan, and I was determined to keep her from worrying for a while longer.

Pulling back just enough for us both to drag in a ragged gasp, I claimed her mouth again as I let my hands take hold of her pillowy breasts, the flesh filling my palms and spilling between my fingers. When I tweaked her nipples she moaned, her hips twitching against the length of me.

“Carl!”

The way she said my name when she escaped my kiss was a blend of demand and confusion. If she denied me I’d be gutted, so I decided not to give her the chance to claim she didn’t want more. I replaced one hand with my mouth, my fingers gliding down to slide through the mess between her thighs and press inside her drenched channel. The scent of our mingled fluids was intoxicating, making it feel like there was a buzz just beneath my skin.

“I told you I wanted you unable to walk for the rest of the day. It’s going to take more than one knotting for that.”

I heard her drawing in a breath, knowing she was going to say something to try to dissuade me, so once again I moved to keep her quiet. Releasing her nipple with a gentle scrape of my teeth, I had my mouth on her pussy before she’d barely parted her lips.

“Ung!”

Her back arched, legs clamping around my ears, but she wasn’t strong enough to push me from my position. With the first swipe of my tongue her legs jerked, the second making her hips tilt so I had better access, and the third had her trembling as if she laid on a vibrating bed.

Warmth spread in my chest at the desperate sounds spilling from her throat as she scratched at my scalp, the pushing turning into clutching me closer to her center. My bear rumbled a happy sigh, and I let him surface enough to lengthen my tongue, making it as wide as the palm of my hand.

Brown eyes that had clenched shut flew open, shock written across her features, but it only took thrusting my tongue into her channel beside my fingers and curling it inside for them to roll back as she arched again.

“What? How?”

The words were gasped to the ceiling, and the answer didn’t seem important enough to her for me to stop what I was doing to answer when she was riding my face as if she’d explode if she didn’t come right then. I let the textured flat of my tongue drag over her clit as I pulled it out of her, adding a third finger and curling them into the soft spot on her inner wall.

Gwyn howled, slick gushing from her core to flood my mouth as she thrashed against the blankets, my own cock leaking with the need to fill her. I barely resisted long enough to get her through the peak of her release, surging up to cover her when she sagged into the mattress.

“I’m a shifter, Gwyn, and I’m old enough to know a few tricks. That’s not the only way we’re superior to human alphas.”

She cried out as I thrust into her. I was too impatient to feel her wrapped around me to take it slow like I had before. I needed her, needed to make her come on my cock again, so I could knot and fill her until she was so full her belly rounded from my seed.

And then maybe I’d let her feel the main difference in being with a bear.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Gwyn

The night was a blur.

I remembered stumbling from the bed at some point to scrounge food for the two of us after I heard Carl’s stomach rumbling, his cocky grin at the way I walked imprinting itself in my mind.

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