Page 103 of Knot So Sweet
"Harder." Her demand comes breathless. "Don't hold back."
I give her what she asks for. Hips snapping up to meet her downward movement. Driving deep. The sound of our bodiesjoining fills the room. Wet and obscene and perfect. Skin slapping against skin. Her moans mixing with my grunts.
I can feel my knot starting to form. Swelling at the base. But I fight it back. Want this to last. Want to prove I'm worth keeping.
“Garrick. I need your knot. Please."
"Not yet, Sweetheart.”
Now I can reach her clit with one hand while the other grips her hip. The new position drives me deeper. Grinding against that spot inside her. "Come for me first."
"Can't. Too much. Need..."
"You can." I circle her clit with firm pressure. The swollen bundle of nerves pulses under my fingertip. Slick and hot. "Come on my cock. Show me how good I make you feel."
She shatters. Back arching. Throat exposed. Screaming my name as orgasm crashes through her. I feel it in the way her walls clench around me. Rippling and milking.
And I can't hold back anymore.
My knot swells fully. Catches. Locks us together with pressure so intense I see white. She comes again from the stretch. Crying out. Her nails dig into my shoulders, but the sharp sting only intensifies the pleasure.
I follow her over. Groan her name as release slams through me. Fill her with everything I have. But it's not complete. Not bonded.
My teeth find her throat. Right side. Mirror to Xaden's mark. I bite down hard, breaking the skin. The taste of copper and vanilla and mine floods my mouth. Hot and metallic and perfect.
The bond snaps into place like lightning, sudden and overwhelming. Her pleasure washes over me in waves. Her satisfaction humming through the connection. Her love pouring through like sunlight. Bright and warm and undeniable.
“Mine,” I snarl, my alpha taking over.
“Ours,” she answers. “Pack.”
I soothe the bite by licking the wound clean.. My tongue traces the broken skin. Tasting blood and sweat and her. Two marks now. Two bonds. One more to go.
Outside, it sounds like the storm is beginning to break. The wind is dying down to occasional gusts instead of constant howling.
I hold her while my knot softens, and her heartbeat returns to normal. The frantic flutter slowing to steady beats against my chest. While she whispers that I'm enough. More than enough.
Her words sink into the cracks Rebecca left behind. Fill spaces I thought would stay empty forever.
And for the first time, I believe it.
26
LIAM
My eyes burn. Three blinks and I still can't focus properly on the mug clutched between my palms. Cold coffee, probably from yesterday. Maybe the day before. Time has blurred into one endless stretch of monitoring vitals and trying not to watch Violet come apart in Garrick's arms.
The apartment is finally quiet. Just breathing now, soft and even from the nest where all three of them tangle together. Violet curls between my pack brothers, her dark hair spilling across Garrick's broad chest while Xaden's arm drapes over both of them. Blankets cocoon them in layers that smell like pack and sex and something deeper. Something that makes my alpha whine with longing.
Completion.
I force my gaze away from her throat. Can't keep staring at those marks like some creep. But they draw my attention anyway, vivid red against pale skin. Xaden's sits on the left, already bruising purple around the edges where blood pooled beneath the surface. Garrick's mirrors it on the right, fresh enough that I can still see individual teeth pressed into her flesh.
Beautiful. Claiming. And empty space on her shoulders where mine should rest.
Two bites. Two bonds. Two alphas who were brave enough to claim what they wanted while I sat here playing doctor.
My hands shake around the mug. The ceramic has gone cold, all warmth long vanished. Exhaustion or want, I can't tell anymore. Haven't slept more than twenty minutes at a stretch since this started. Can't. Someone needs to monitor her temperature, ensure she stays hydrated, watch for complications that happen during natural heats.
