Page 75 of Knot in Bloom
Panic flashes through me. Heard other alphas talk about it. But experiencing it is completely different. What if I hurt her? What if I can’t control it? What if?—
“Levi.” Her voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts. “Hey. Look at me.”
I meet her eyes. Find nothing but love and acceptance there.
“It’s okay,” she says softly. Somehow reading my fear. “I want this. I want all of you.”
“But I’ve never—I don’t know how?—”
“I know.” Her hands frame my face. Thumbs stroking my cheekbones. “I’ll guide you through it. Trust me.”
The gentleness in her voice. The way she’s taking care of me even though she’s the one beneath me. Enough to calm the worst of my panic.
“Okay,” I breathe. “Okay.”
But as my knot continues to swell. The urge to bite her becomes almost overwhelming. Her throat is right there. Pulse fluttering beneath pale skin. The perfect spot for a claiming bite practically glowing in my vision.
Want to mark her so badly it’s making me shake.
“Levi,” she moans. Her inner walls fluttering around me. “I’m close. So close.”
“Me too.” My voice barely recognizable. Rough with want and the effort of not sinking my teeth into her neck. “Come with me, sweetheart. Let me feel you.”
My knot catches at her entrance with each stroke now. The pressure incredible. I can feel her body starting to adjust. Accepting the stretch. The sensation pushes me right to the edge.
She arches beneath me. Her climax hitting like a tidal wave. The feeling of her clenching around me. Combined with her scent spiking with satisfaction. Shatters my control. My knot swells fully. Locking us together as I come harder than I ever have.
For a moment. The intensity almost too much. I’m locked inside her. Feeling every flutter of her inner walls. Surrounded by her scent and her warmth and her love. The urge to bite her so strong I actually lean down toward her throat. Before catching myself.
No.Not like this. Not in the heat of the moment.
Instead. I press my mouth to her pulse point and suck gently. Marking her temporarily. Not enough to be permanent. But enough to satisfy some of the claiming urge roaring through me.
“Holy shit,” I gasp. Collapsing onto my elbows to keep from crushing her. “That was...”
“Perfect,” she finishes. Voice dreamy with satisfaction. “You were perfect.”
I bury my face in her neck, breathing hard. My knot is still swollen, keeping us locked together, and I can feel her pulse racing beneath my lips.
“Are you okay?” I ask, pulling back to look at her. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? I’ve never knotted anyone before.”
“No.” Her smile is radiant. “You didn’t hurt me. You made me feel incredible.”
Relief floods through me so intensely it’s almost dizzying. “I was terrified I’d mess it up somehow. I’ve never done any of this.”
“I know, Levi. But you were perfect.” Her fingers stroke through my hair, soothing and intimate. “How do you feel?”
I consider the question carefully. How do I feel? Complete. Overwhelmed. Like I’ve found something I didn’t even know I was missing.
“Like I never want this to end,” I admit.
“It doesn’t have to.” She shifts slightly beneath me, and we both groan as the movement sends aftershocks through us. “The knot will go down eventually, but this—us—this is forever if you want it to be.”
“I want it to be.” The words come out without hesitation. “I want everything with you, Sadie. Forever.”
As we wait for my knot to subside, we talk in soft whispers. She tells me how she’s been wanting this for months, how every coffee delivery made her fall a little more in love with me. I tell her about watching her from the bookstore window, about the pressed flowers I’ve been collecting for weeks just hoping for an excuse to give them to her.
“You know what the strongest urge was just now?” I ask after a while, nuzzling her neck.
