Page 40 of Knot Mine

Waggling a finger at me he snickers, “See, stabby little hedgehog.”

“Excuse me?! What the fuck did you just call me?” The combination of the preheat, weed and whiskey is making me lightheaded and my words come out slurred. “A heglehog? A hedhgod? Fuck! You know what I mean!”

“What? That’s your spirit animal.”

“Say that to my face, Blackwood.”

He gets onto his knees and leans in, cool breath skittering across my skin as he says, “Hedge. Hog.”

I don’t know what the fuck my addled brain is thinking, but I shove him backwards, launching myself at him as I poke and prod at the sensitive spots on his sides. He’s much bigger than me, his frame broader and while I pinch and poke everything I can reach, he’s admittedly more muscle than soft spots.

“Ow, shit. Shiloh!” He grunts as he tries to stop me, but I’ve latched on like a damn koala. I jab him near his armpit and he squirms, “Calm down, Hedgehog.”

“Stop calling me that!” I manage to get my fingers in that tender spot just under his ribs before biting down on the exposed part of his shoulder.

“Stop being all prickly then!” He half yelps, half laughs. “Stop!”

He shifts further back, as he tries to pin my arms to my side. I thrash and wriggle before realizing that I’m not going anywhere.

“Better, Hedgehog?” He asks softly, positioning both my wrists behind my back, holding them in one of his giant hands.

With a grunt, I lunge forward, biting down on his bottom lip until I taste blood. The coppery tang calms me for long enoughfor me to think ‘Holy shit, what did I just do?’ but it doesn’t last as Zale’s lips crash into mine.

He claims my mouth in a kiss that makes my body burn, my head no longer fuzzy but filled with a crystal clarity that screams ‘mine’ and ‘more’ as I grind against him.

Kissing Zale is like being owned. He is everything, demanding more and more from me as he pulls every last sane thought from my head. His tongue dips into my mouth and he groans against my lips, tasting me as he pulls me closer. I’m straddling his lap, with my hands still behind my back, leaving me exposed to Zale’s kisses and little bites as he sucks my bottom lip gently between his teeth.

“Why do you smell…so good?” Zale seems just as lost to the sensations as me, his mouth barely leaving my skin as he kisses my jawline and down my neck. “Like autumn leaves and toffee apples.”

“Shut up,” I whine, as I kiss him, tasting the hints of whiskey and weed mixed in with something smokey and deep. I grind my hips again, my cock painfully needing some sort of friction.

Zale’s head falls back as I roll my hips over his erection, surprised to find him just as hard as I am.Am I dreaming right now? Did I hit my head and go to horny heaven?

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Use me.” He groans, letting my wrists go to grab onto my ass and guide me over his cock.

Did he just call me baby?And did I like it?

With my hands free, I grab hold of his hair and suck a mark on his neck near his Adam’s apple while I keep rolling and bucking my hips. With the preheat, my body has been stupidly sensitive so I’m already perched on the edge of my orgasm. I can almost taste it, all fire and smokiness mixed in with something sweet.

Zale nuzzles my neck, scent marking me as my thrusts start to become stuttered and I whine again, ripping his vest up over his head, leaving me to run my hands over his toned chest.

“I’ve got you,” Zale says as he grabs my ass cheeks, kneading me before he helps me move, making both of us exhale with desperate, feral sounds. His hand slips inside my pajama shorts and down my crease until his fingers are pressed against my slick, dripping hole, practically making me howl with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, there. Right there.”

“You’re so wet for me,” he sounds in almost awe as he pushes one of his fingers past my tight rim, the burn welcome but not enough. He pumps in tempo with our lazy thrusts for a few minutes before pulling out. My body is bereft at the loss of him inside me, hole clenching as I make a pathetic keening noise.

“Mmmm, make me come,” I almost sob against his collarbone, moving back to free both our cocks from our clothes. “Zale, make me come. I need it.”

His dick is huge. As I press mine against his, getting it slippery and slick with my precum, I realize it’s going to take both of my hands to make this work. But I will make this work. I need this. I need him. My body is on fire from the inside as I chase my climax.

Mine.

Mine.

Mine.

As I wrap both hands around our cocks, and start jerking us off together, he kisses me. It feels so right. The feel of him, throbbing and hard in my hands. The smell, smokey, like logs when they’ve just burned out.

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