Page 57 of Knot Enough
“You want to… please me?” Whispered words set everything alight. I tipped my neck back, holding her gaze.
“Need. I need to suffocate in your scent, your pussy, your cum.”
“And that’ll be enough for you?”
“You are enough.” My words caused her brows to kiss, and a tear escaped. Her shorts dropped, and my focus narrowed to the pretty pussy in front of me. Digging my nails into flesh, my breath ragged as she spread her thighs.
“Oh, fuck yes,” she moaned.
“Put your leg over my shoulder,” I said gruffly. My instincts screamed to bite the inside of her thigh, but somehow, Irefrained. She did as I said, bringing her heady scent to my lips. I could almost taste her. Staring up at her, I ran my tongue up her center.
“Fuck. I was right,” I groaned against her as I came in my pants like a fucking teenager. Stiffening, my nails cut deep as I fight the twitching. I froze, tongue on her slit as I jerked. Cum drenched my pants, and I choked back a whine.
That’s never happened before.
“What?” Her hand gripped my free shoulder. She had no fucking clue what she did to me.
“No big deal. I just came in my fucking pants.” Her cheeks flushed beet red, and I dragged my tongue up her pussy, dipping in. “Salty, with a hint of sweet.”
Releasing myself, I brought my hands to her soft, supple skin. Opening her wide, I watched as she spread for me, and this time, when I tasted her, I didn’t stop. I was a man starved, and she was the nectar I needed to live. I dragged my tongue up her core and flicked her nub.
She cried out above me as I sucked her into my mouth. Darting my tongue into her, I watched her face scrunch as I claimed every inch of her cunt as mine.
“So good,” she whimpered.
Her knees wobbled, and I removed my hand from her ass and brought her other leg around my shoulders. Lowering us so I was on my back, she hovered above me now. My hand trailed over luscious skin, rubbing slow circles into her clit.
“Sit on my face,” I growled, rubbing my face so her juices drenched me.
Her body twitched as she watched. Every part of me stood at attention, eager to give her everything she wanted. She dropped, and I speared through her pussy until my tongue went numb. She bounced on me until she was a moaning mess. Her tastefilled every one of my senses. Her legs began to shake, and her pussy clenched my tongue in a vice grip as her orgasm neared.
Fuck.
“Grimm,” she moaned.
Perfection. Everything from the little noises she made to the look she wore when she came.
TWENTY-NINE
The aftershock of the release wracked through my pussy. Grimm watched me steadily, the corners of his lips upturned, one side more than the other.
I weakly reach for my shorts and panties. He plucked them both up, pressed his nose against them, and groaned, his eyebrows furrowing.
“This is mine,” he stuffed the panties into his pocket. His next move was carefully lifting my foot, pressing his lips on the top of my toes, and dragging his mouth to my ankle. He did the same with the other leg. Butterflies broke out in my stomach.Fuck, he’s hot.
Grimm smirked and sat next to me, his arm swinging over my shoulders to tuck me closer to him. Breathlessly, I grabbed the shorts to pull them up over my ass, peeking at him from the corner of my eyes. Part of me was scared about what would happen next. Each time there was a moment of happiness or relaxation, the rug was yanked out from under me.
But Grimm seemed different—unrepentant, but like in the best way. I leaned into his side, staring up at the sky. I breathed in the night air, reveling in the crisp breeze. Through a smallslit of my eyes, I caught him watching me. The steady gaze unwavering. Instead of shying away, I met his gaze head-on.
Grimm’s lips twitched. He was an incredibly attractive man, and so big.
“What the fuck,” Kane snarled. His voice echoed through the silence of the still forest; it sliced through me like a knife. It took me a second to process what I heard, and I blinked at Grimm while he rolled his eyes up to the sky. Part of me hoped I was just hearing things.
“Great,” Grimm drawled.
I pushed to my feet and whirled, taking a step back. But it was too late for me to run. Kane’s massive form barreled toward me. I froze in place.
He grabbed my arm and yanked. The momentum jerked me forward, and just as suddenly, I stopped. Another large hand engulfed my other wrist. I followed it to Grimm. My arms stretched outward. I tried to pull away, but was unsuccessful. My head whipped from one to the other.
