Page 145 of Their Knotty Pack
"Is all of this to tell me that you're never sending me out into the field again?" I ask, tears stinging my eyes. "Because if so, no argument here."
He lets out a sharp laugh. "That, and, through my panic and my mind running through scenarios that involved me whisking you away from the situation without compromising the operation—which, there aren't any, by the way—I realized one very important thing that I'm pretty sure I've actually known for a while, but have been too afraid to admit."
He huffsa breath, closing his eyes as he swallows. "Are you going to make me ask?" I say weakly, leaning my face into his hand that's still on my cheek.
"Bethany Thomas." His eyes fly open and he leans forward, leaving barely an inch of space between us. "I am insanely, chaotically, irreversibly…in love with you."
And then the space between us disappears, his mouth crashing onto mine as my hands drop the blanket, wrapping around his neck instead. I fall back against the sand, Hunter on top of me, his weight grounding me in an absolutely delicious way—
This time, his phonerings.
Grunting, he pulls away, grabs his phone out of his pocket and answers it with an aggressive, "Kieran. I'm a bit busy here. I—" then he freezes, his eyes darting to my ears. "Shit. Can he turnoffthe camera feed?"
Oh my gods. Did…dideveryonejust witness that? "Got it." Hunter mutters before hanging up the phone and shoving it in his pocket. Without a word, he carefully removes my earrings, before placing them in his kicked-off shoes, off the side. Then he yanks off his shirt, partially stuffing it in one of the shoes. "That should block any noise." Hunter nods once before turning back to me.
But I'm speechless. The moonlight softly illuminates every bump and ridge of his naked torso as he hovers over me.
"Hunter, I—" His eyes are black, as he takes me in, sprawled on the sand. His hands reach for the plunging neckline of my dress, and his arms flex as he rips it open. Right down the middle.
"Anything they touched, goes in the trash." He growls, his eyes roving the swells of my breasts above my bra, and the strings of my black thong.
"I was going to burn the dress anyway," I try to sound nonchalant, but it still comes out a little choked as I pull my arms out of the arm holes and remove it from under me, tossing it far, far away.
He eyes the offending piece of fabric for a moment before turning back to me, fire in his eyes. "I'm going to replace every touch with my own," he rumbles, before lowering himself so he's hovering over me.
"Please, Hunter." My voice is breathless as I stare into his eyes, and he immediately complies, running his tongue down my neck and into my cleavage. He moans and inhales my scent, before popping one nipple out and licking the stiff peak. My head falls back in pure bliss.
Every move Hunter makes, every flick of his tongue and brush of his lips, it's not just because we're scent-matched, or fated, or anything else. It's because he's choosing me. Loving me.
He takes his time, kissing and nipping and licking down my stomach, until he completely bypasses my aching core and pulls off my thong.
A small sound of protest leaves me, but then he's sitting up, staring at my legs. "Which leg was it?"
My brow furrows as I prop myself up on my elbows. "Which leg was what?"
"You glanced down so fast I didn't get to register which leg it was, all I saw was you smack him away." Hunter's voice is deep, restraint lining every syllable. "So tell me, bluebell, which leg was it that the bastard touched?"
"Right above my left knee," I say quietly, and before I can register what he's doing, he's lowering himself to seal his mouth right over the area where Tucker's unwelcome touch had been hours before.
His teeth press into the flesh, making me gasp, but he doesn't break skin. No, he bites just hard enough to indent the flesh, then licks the sting away. "When I bite you," Hunter growls, "That's where I'm going to do it."
My mouth goes dry as he gives me a little smirk, and then he's pushing my legs up and apart. "Look at this pretty pussy in the moonlight,"he murmurs, kissing the inside of my thigh. "So wet and ready for your alpha."
Hearing such filthy words from my usually restrained alpha has me gasping. "Hunter!"
"Should we see if you taste as sweet as you smell, bluebell? I'm hanging on by a thread here, and I want to taste you at least once before I sink into your tight, wet heat." His grin is devious, and then he's leaning forward, moving my thong to the side as buries his face straight into my pussy.
Gods, he really is losing control.
And I fucking love it.
He groans into me as my fingers twine into his hair, my back arching at the pure electric ecstasy filtering through my veins.
"Oh! Oh fuck, Hunter!" I cry out as he starts swirling his tongue around my clit, slides two fingers inside me, and strokes upwards.
I shatter, my walls clenching around his fingers as he licks me through my orgasm, my legs shaking and my cries echoing along the empty beach.
When he pulls back, he stands, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down. His cock, long, hard and smooth springs free, my mouth waters. He doesn't let me taste him yet though, because then he's hovering over me again, notching himself at my entrance.
