Page 54 of Tying the Knot
“Fuck,” he roars. “Fuck, you feel good. This is right, this is…” He bares his teeth and buries his mouth in the crook of my neck.
He bites down.
I cry out, but he doesn’t break the skin. I want him to. I desperately want to be his mate in every way. But he said he needed to talk to Adam first. I know he won’t act on this until he has. Instead, he moves his mouth further down, rising on his hands planted on either side of me. He takes my right nipple in his mouth and clamps his teeth around it, biting me viciously. I shriek as the pain reverberates through my body, but I love it. I want it. I need it.
“Yes!” I cry. “Elijah!”
I coat his cock with more slick as I come again, clenching around him tightly.
“Morgan,” he growls and pounds into me a few more times before he shoots his load, and his knot inflates inside me, locking our bodies together. I arch my back and wrap my legs around him, needing to be even closer to him if that’s possible.
“You’re perfect, my sweetheart,” he rasps. “We fit together perfectly.”
“Yes,” I pant. “Mine.”
“Yours,” he replies before he presses his lips to mine, rocking our bodies gently as we lie together, joined in such an intimate, beautiful way, it’s almost as if a ribbon has wrapped around us and tied us together.
It’s the mating bond. I know it. Even though we haven’t bitten each other, it exists because it is true.
It is fate.
ChapterThirty-Five
Elijah
I have never feltanything so profound in my life as the bond I feel towards Morgan at this moment. I already know we are mated. I don’t need to bite her, though I will, and I will relish taking her from that scum to show her the life she deserves and the love she should’ve had. It kills me that she had to live the way she did with those arseholes. Why did fate not put her in my path years ago?
I rest my forehead lightly on hers, my eyes closed as our bodies remain locked together, my knot bulging inside her. I want nothing more than to stay here for as long as I can.
But it doesn’t surprise me when there is a sharp rap on the door. “Morgan?” Nik’s voice filters through. “Is everything okay in there?”
I snicker and open my eyes. Hers are dancing with amusement as well.
“Yep, all good,” she replies.
“Are you sure?”
“She’s shagging Eli,” Dylan’s voice joins in. “A bit rude but leave them to it.”
“How does he know that?” she murmurs, her expression turning quizzical.
“He knows shit. It’s annoying as fuck,” I grumble. “Can they come in?” I feel bad for taking her without them, but I needed this moment to be just for us.
She nods, smiling brightly. “Of course.”
“You can come in if you don’t mind seeing my bare arse stuck up in the air.”
Dylan lets out a loud guffaw and shoves the door open. “Jesus. I’ve seen better.”
“Fuck off,” I chuckle and roll us over so that they have a much better view in front of them.
I hear Nik pant softly as her bare back is exposed to him.
“Where is Kal?”
“Here,” he says, rushing in as if the devil himself were on his tail. “Fuck. Party started already?”
“It was spontaneous.”
