Page 29 of Hard Knot

He cuts me off with a kiss, his mouth claiming mine with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with mine, and I’m lost all over again.

“You don’t,” he murmurs against my lips, his fingers quickening their pace. “But I do. And now, so do you. Let yourself feel it. Let yourself fall.”

I can’t fight it anymore.

The tension coils tighter and tighter, as I’m practically on my tiptoes as if I can escape the way his fingers are deeply thrusting at a ferocious pace that’s executed so effortlessly. Every nerve in my body ignites under his touch until finally, it snaps.

Fuck!

“C-Cart…” I can’t even finish whimpering his name.

My release crashes over me like a tidal wave, my cry muffled against his shoulder as my body writhes in his hold. He doesn’t stop, his fingers drawing out every shudder, every tremble until I’m nothing but a quivering, breathless mess in his arms.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against my temple. “Just like that.”

His fingers slip out of me, leaving me empty and yearning, but he doesn’t give me a chance to recover. His hands slide to my hips, guiding me to bend forward as he whispers,

“Hands against the wall.”

My mind spins, his command pulling me back to the present.

I hesitate, glancing down at my feet still resting on his.

“Should I…” I trail off, unsure.

He smirks, his palm sliding over the curve of my ass, his touch firm and possessive.

“Yes,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Stay right where you are. Keep your feet on mine.”

I bite my lip, my pulse racing as I brace myself against the cool tiles.

“And if I don’t?”

His hand comes down lightly on my ass, the slap sharp enough to make me gasp but not enough to sting. He chuckles darkly, his palm soothing the spot he struck as he leans in close, his breath hot against my ear.

That was fucking hot,

I’m even more surprised that I actually liked that.

God. I’ve lost my damn mind.

“Then you’re not my obedient little Omega,” he whispers, his voice dripping with wicked intent. “But we both know you’ll be a good girl for me, won’t you?”

A shiver races down my spine, and I nod, my voice a breathless murmur.

“Yes, Carter.”

“Good,” he growls, his hand trailing down my thigh before sliding back up to grip my waist. “Now bend over and stay just like this for me.”

I do as he says, my body thrumming with anticipation as I brace myself against the wall, his words echoing in my mind.

Be a good girl.

For him, I can’t be anything else.

This could be the initiation I need to see what’s ahead of this.

Whatever it is.

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