Page 61 of Knot Mine

Where his bare skin touches mine is the only real relief I get. I kick the blanket away but the cool air does nothing to quell the fire inside, I need more. I need something else. Why is he still wearing his sweatpants? Why isn’t he naked already?

Turning my head, I smash my lips against his, desperate for a taste of his smokiness. His tongue dips into my mouth, just as hungry, just as eager and I moan. Rolling over, I push him onto his back as I get to my knees. Needing more. Always more.

My hands scramble to push his sweatpants down past his hips, exposing his thick cock which slaps against his stomach with a heavy thwack.

My mouth waters.Fuck.

More.

The haze in my head becomes laser focused. Him. I need him. Inside me. On me. Knotting me. Owning me. Claiming me.Mine.

Now.

“Please,” I beg, wrapping my hand around his length and pumping my fist until we’re both staring at the precum beading on his flushed tip. “I need you. Claim me. Mark me.”

He tosses his head back as I continue to jerk him off, blond hair ruffled, like he’s been pulling anxiously at it. Exhaling shakily, he tries to ease out of my grip, ignoring my cry of protest.

“It’s your heat, Shiloh.” He cups my face, intense gaze holding me even though I’m in agony, blazing up. Burning for him. “It’s making you say that.”

“I’m not—” I try to say, but I swallow my words.

I am. I’m in heat. It’s been building for days, but now there is no denying it. My head is a mess, filled with thoughts of him, while my body aches for his touch. My pheromones flood into the room, wrapping us in a haze of desire as it pulses and swirls around us like a living thing.

“You want me to mark you now,” he chides softly, voice sounding pained as he closes his eyes and inhales. Our scents are combining. Even I can smell it now, tones of warm toffee andautumn evenings sitting around a bonfire fill the room. “But will you still feel the same when it passes?”

Biting my lip, my hands hover over his skin, itching to touch. I think back to every time I’ve reacted to him. This isn’t a normal heat, and he isn’t any old alpha.

He is my alpha.

My Mate.

My body knows it.

And the fact he’s trying to fight his instincts to give me a choice? That makes me even more resolute in my choice. He’s supposed to be hers, but the reality is, I can’t fight what’s between us any longer. It’s like a red ribbon, weaving between every stolen glance, every sarcastic comment, every moment of tension and every touch tying us up in knots until we’re tangled together.

“I want this.” My tongue feels thick and heavy in my mouth, my head swims and I need more than his hands and mouth on me.

He looks into my eyes, as if he’s searching for something. A weakness? A hint of hesitation? Well, he won’t find it.

Zale runs the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip, before saying, “Don’t regret this, I don’t know if I could?—”

“I won’t,” I promise, crushing my mouth against his. “This is my choice. You. Now.”

We kiss, and it’s like two puzzle pieces slotting together as I give myself to him, readily. Zale grabs my ass pulling me on top of him, I don’t miss a beat, holding him close between my thighs as I glide my cock against his with a patience I don’t feel.

One of his hands slides lower, fingers brushing down my crease, and he makes a noise in the back of his throat when he feels how slick I am. I’m dripping with need for him.

He lifts his fingers to his mouth, lapping at them while I continue to rub against his hardness until we’re both sticky and slick. “So sweet.”

“Fuck,” I whine, tightening my thighs around him, flicking my own tongue out to lick his fingers before kissing him again. “I’m going to need you to hurry this up.”

He chuckles, scent marking my neck again, as if I’m not already drowning in the smell of him. “Impatient.”

“VERY.” I growl, digging my heels in to urge him on.

Wrapping his hand around his thick cock, he nudges me to lift my body before brushing the tip through my sticky crease and playfully notching the head against my hole. “You want this cock filling you, omega mine?”

“Yessss,” I hiss, trying to squirm so that I can push him inside me but he keeps his hold on me firm. “Now.”

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