Page 122 of Knot What She Seems
He gently places me on the ground and helps me toss off Ted’s clothes and then unzip and wriggle out of the bodysuit, which he patiently sets aside as I toss off my undergarments as if they’re on fire.
“Naked, now,” I order, a desperate edge to my voice, fingers closing into fists as I resist the urge to rush at him and yank on everything myself.
His lips tilt up in a grin, and I can feel his eyes scanning down my curves, lingering on my heavy breasts as he shucks off his boots, socks, pants, and underwear. Everything but his mask, and I get a strange, unknown thrill at the fact that he’s left it on. It gives this huge, brutal man a dangerous edge that somehow makes me even wetter.
He’s dangerous to everyone but me.
Completely bared, Colter is a sight to behold. Tall. Stacked with muscle upon muscle. Just the sight of him makes my hands clench greedily, eager to stroke and touch every bit of his body.
I rush toward him, and he easily sweeps me up into his arms, positioning me so that his dick is trapped between us. God, I love the feel of the heat of it. The length.
Once I press my torso against his, there’s a sense of relief and rightness so intense that I’m startled by it. There’s a heady mix of emotions swirling through my rib cage that are completely new to me and yet feel completely familiar—warm and soft mixed with a frenetic lust.
I think I finally understand what people mean when they say “you just know.”
The emotions condense until my body can’t contain them and they burst out in a downpour of slick. Suddenly, I’m drenched. Slick is pouring down my thighs, Colter’s purring and I’m mewling, and there’s never been anything like this in the world ever before. Nothing this right or perfect.
I’m wild as I lick up the column of his throat and glide up and down along his length as he holds me. I’m feral and ready to be bred. He’s the opposite. His touches are all tender, gentle exploration of my spine, my curves. Even when he cups my ass, his fingers softly knead but don’t dig in, as if he’s afraid he’ll hurt me.
“I’m not going to break,” I murmur as I glide my assault from his neck to his jaw, nipping at the tiny bit of stubble.
“Because I’d never break you,” he returns, and there’s something about the way he says it that makes my heart twist so tightly that tears come to my eyes. A desperate, pleading part of myself longs for that to be true. And the angst of that desire smashes together with my need and makes me clamp my teeth down on his lower lip, then release.
“Try. I dare you,” I say.
Holy fuck, but those seem to be the magic words. Suddenly, Colter’s tenderness fuses with his alpha side, and there’s a deep, rumbling growl in his thick chest. His fingertips dig into my ass then and pull my cheeks apart as he kisses me back furiously until I’m breathless, panting, and limp.
That’s when he marches determinedly into the pond. The water hits my ankles with all the force of an ice bath, and I shriek, trying to scramble up his torso to escape from it.
“Don’t ask me for mean things,” he scolds as he wades through the water, seemingly unaffected by the chill.
“Please. Please,” I beg, not really certain what I’m begging for at the moment—probably to keep me out of the cold and to give me his hard dick. The water grows deeper, nearly as high as his waist, but he lifts me up so that only my feet trail through the frigid pond, protecting me from the cold.
Colter nears the waterfall, and for a second, I brace myself, thinking he’s going to walk right into it, but he curves around the side and ends up climbing up a few rocks to the side, revealing a mossy cave just behind.
He carries me into the cave until he’s standing and holding me behind the falling sheet of water, tucked away from the rest of the world, a gentle mist surrounding us.
“Like a nest. And hides your scent,” he states simply as he stares at me through the eye holes in his mask. And even though his expression is half hidden by the skull mask, his gaze seems to burn a hole right through my middle.
How can he possibly even think right now?
His utter protectiveness of me and consideration shatter the walls that I’ve built up as if they’re nothing but glass—and the soft tender parts of myself that I’ve kept locked away for so long take a tentative step out from their prison.
I gaze up at him in wonder.
He leans down and places a soft, sweet kiss upon my lips, and I come undone.
I reach up and grab the back of his neck, pulling him in harder for a more intense round of kissing as I press my chest to his and feel the warmth of his body, the rapid beat of his heart synching with mine.
His hands move slowly and gently, but this time, though I’m aching for more, I try to appreciate the tease of his touch. The slow build. The way his thumb circles the outside of my hip, or the way he drags his tongue over the pulse at my neck.
The cave becomes painted in our scents, which are so strong I can almost imagine them as colors. Slick drips from me and coats his dick, and there’s a wet sound as I slide against him. Just that friction has me nearly delirious.
With a purr that makes my limbs go limp with contentment because my alpha is signaling he’s happy with me, Colter sets me down and waits as I get my balance before he lies back on the rock, his hard length jutting straight up, that knot at his base tempting me.
“Come here,” he says gruffly, and I sprawl across him, squealing with delight when he drags me up his torso so that his warm mouth can latch onto one of my nipples.
He sucks it deep and hard as he reaches up to tweak the other nipple, and his free hand grips my ass. The pulling sensation sends sparks down my spinal column, and I grow lightheaded as he perfectly primes my body, as if he’s done it a thousand times before.
