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“Knot me.”

“Again.”

“Kai, I am literally begging -”

“That’s not the line, Bambi.”

“Knot me, Alpha,” I sob. “Please. I need it - I need to feel you lock inside me -”

And then, because he has zero chill and apparently no sense of moderation, he slams forward and buries every inch of him - and his knot -into me in one devastating, borderline-illegal thrust.

It presses against my entrance, stretching me wider than I thought possible, pulling another broken scream from my throat.

“FUCK!”

My body detonates. Like, full fireworks display, grand finale, insert explosion gif here.

I can’t move. He can’t move.

We’retied.

“Ohfuck, yes -” Kai chokes behind me, and I feel him pulse once - twice -

Thenexplode.

His come surges into me, thick, hot, and endless, filling me in waves. I sob sharply as the pressure builds past the seal of his knot, slipping out in messy gushes that drip down my thighs.

“You feel that, baby?” Kai pants against my neck, voice absolutely unhinged with pride. “That fill? That lock? Thatstretch?”

I can’t even speak. I’m pretty sure my brain just left the building. There’s wetness everywhere - slick, sweat, tears, possibly the remnants of my sanity.

Kai leans over me, knot still twitching inside, still locking us together as his come pours into me with every pulsing beat. He buries his face in my neck, breath hot against my skin, teeth scraping lightly across my shoulder.

Andfuck -I want it. More than anything.

I’d give it all if he were to sink his teeth right into the sweet spot on my neck and claim me as his forever.

His hand slides up my side, over my ribs, until it rests over my heart - still pounding like it’s trying to escape. Instead of biting down and claiming me, he presses a kiss to my shoulder like this is some sacred rite and not the filthiest weekday of my life.

“You took all of me,” he whispers, hoarse and reverent. “Every fucking drop.”

Damn right, I did.

And now, I may never walk again. My thighs are shaking. My hair is a mess. I smell like a crime scene.

And he’s still inside me, knot so big it could be used to anchor a ship.

“You’reruined, Bambi,” he murmurs, grinning against my skin. “And youfucking love it.”

I exhale hard, limbs boneless, throat dry.

…Yeah. Okay.

I kind of do.

Chapter Forty-Three

Lucian

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