Page 64 of Knot Enough
I was through leaving my future in their hands, letting men decide what happened to me, and allowing my sister’s actions to dictate my life.
I wasn’t a prize they could claim. I’d decide who I belonged to–if anyone.
I turned my back on him, and he followed me in. I was mad at him. Grimm killed Noxandfucked my sister. Even though that truth broke something in me, he was right–he was my alpha, and I was stuck with him, but he was also stuck with me. He, and the rest of the guys, would get me–onmyterms.
“Runaway—”
“Stop,” I yelled, cutting him off. I faced him and stared into his mismatched eyes. “You’ve hurt me in a way they haven’t. If I hadn’t snuck out, you would have become my sister’s alpha.”
He doesn’t avoid my gaze or deny it.
“And that pisses me off,” I spat.
Shadows flickered from the fireplace, and muffled voices murmured behind the door. In this room, with Grimm, the roles were reversed. As if we both sensed it, Grimm lowered to his knees. And something powerful curled in my gut as I stared down at his bowed head.
I was sick of asking for what I deserved.
Long brown hair covered his face, and his shoulders trembled, not with fear, but anticipation. Hewantedto surrender. My breathing quickened.
“I’m sorry.” The words hit me in the chest, and tears blurred my vision because I didn’t have to beg for his apology. He just knew. With him, it’s just given. “I’m sorry, Lena.”
Grimm was mine. And it was here, I realized there was something I hadn’t acknowledged.Fear.My sister would have taken my mate from me, and that made me want to mark, bite, and claim him for all to see.
This was new for me, but it came naturally with him. His apology pleased me, but it was not enough. Power clung to my skin like a second heat—raw and unforgiving. I took a slow step toward him, and then another until I stood in front of him. I gripped his jaw, tilting his head.
“Eyes on me.” My voice is soft, yet the order is clear. “What are you apologizing for, Alpha?”
I’m a glutton for punishment, but I need to hear it.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. A whine, low and needy, filled the air. I’ve never felt like this before, soin charge.
I watched as excitement mixed with guilt. His tongue slid out and wet his lips.
“I’m sorry I fucked your sister.” His pants bulged as his cock strained against the fabric, thick and desperate. I placed my foot on it and pushed. A shaky breath rattled in his chest.
“I hate that. You’re not forgiven,” I said calmly, pressing harder with my foot. His hands wrapped around my calf.
“What do I need to do to earn it?” he rasped. His voice was hoarse.
Gods, I felt so . . . strong.
“Take it out.” I tilted my head as I nudged his groin in a quiet invitation. His lips parted as he understood. Out there, Grimm was confident and calculated. In here, he was a needy alpha. I hummed appreciatively as he pulled his hard cock free. Veins protruded and ran down his shaft. His knot throbbed, already begging to fill me. His tip left a slick trail across my skin as he jerked his hips, seeking friction. Only his tip fit between my big and second toe, but every stroke made him seize like a live wire. His eyes closed as he curled forward, and I lifted my foot away. They flew open as I pushed him onto his back, and he went willingly.
I grabbed the hem of Grimm’s shirt and pulled it up over my head, discarding it on the floor. His eyes dilated as he took in mybreasts and stopped at my scar. Without hesitation, he leaned in, his lips brushed against the name carved into my flesh.
“I’m sorry. It’s my fault they did this,” he murmured between kisses. I pushed him onto his back, and his breath caught as I straddled his thighs.
“Are you going to be a good alpha and do as I say?” I hold eye contact as I push my index finger into the slit of his tip. His abdomen tensed as he lifted his lips slightly.
“Yes, Goddess,” he hissed.
“Put your hands behind your head. If you touch me, this all stops, and you go to bed with your balls full,” I sighed. The hem of his shirt lifted as I inhaled, breathing in his desperation. He raised his arms to obey, and I lowered myself onto him—slow, deliberate.
“Lena.” My name was a prayer on his lips as his biceps tensed, arms straining to stay still.
His eyes begged me to speed up, but as his knot pulsed beneath me, I knew I’d take my fucking time. Lifting off him until only his tip was inside me, I repeated the movement. My nipples poked through my shirt as I leaned back, gripped his thigh, and rode him slow and gentle. Euphoria was just within reach.
“Don’t,” I growled when his hips pushed off the ground. “Lay there like a good alpha while I claim what’s fucking mine.”
