Page 106 of Knot So Sweet
"No. That's love. And I want to give that back to you." Her hands slide down my chest, finding the hem of my shirt. Her fingers burn hot against my skin. "Want to take care of you. Want to be yours. Want your bite on my skin and your bond in my soul."
The confession destroys my control. Something inside me breaks, shatters like glass hitting concrete.
“Are you sure?" My voice barely sounds human now. Rough with need. "Because once I start, I won't be able to stop. Won't be able to be professional and distant. I'll want all of you."
"Good." She pulls my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. The fabric lands somewhere behind us. "I want all of you too. The caretaker. The alpha who's been holding back for three days. Give me everything."
The permission breaks something in me. The last thread of restraint snaps.
I stand with her still in my arms, legs wrapped around my waist. She gasps, arms tightening around my neck. Her nails dig into my shoulders. I carry her to the nest, settling into blankets that smell like pack. Soft fabric gives beneath our weight.
Garrick and Xaden stir slightly, consciousness returning. They shift to the edges, creating room. Watching. Supporting.
Pack taking care of pack.
I lay Violet down carefully, following her into soft blankets. The chenille feels warm from their body heat. My hands find the hem of my shirt she wears, pushing it up slowly. Revealing inch by inch of flushed skin.
"Can I take this off?" Need her permission even though she's asking for this. Even though every instinct screams to claim her now.
"Please. Need to feel your skin on mine." Her voice comes out breathless, wanting.
I strip the shirt off, leaving her bare beneath me. The sight makes my breath catch. Steals the air from my lungs. Soft curves. Flushed skin, pink spreading across her chest. Two bite marks on her throat that will be joined by mine.
"So fucking beautiful."
"So are you." Her hands explore my chest, tracing old scars. Her touch feels reverent. Fingertips following white lines across my ribs. "Every part of you. The soft hands, the heart that cares too much."
I kiss her. Slow and deep, pouring three days of want into the press of my mouth against hers. She tastes like sleep and heat and something uniquely her. Opens for me immediately, moaning into the kiss. The sound vibrates through both of us.
When I pull back, her pupils have blown wide. Black swallowing brown. Lips swollen and red. Breathing hard, chest heaving.
"More," she demands. Her nails rake down my back. "Need more."
I give her more. Kissing down her throat, carefully avoiding the bite marks that aren't mine. Xaden's and Garrick's territory. Across her collarbone, following the delicate bone. Down to her breasts where I take my time, learning what makes her gasp. What pressure makes her arch. What touch makes her cry out.
She responds, arching into every caress. Nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Making sounds that go straight to my cock, making me throb.
"Liam." My name breaks. Desperate. "Please. Need you inside me."
"Not yet." I kiss down her soft belly, taking my time. Savoring every inch of skin. "Want to taste you first."
I settle between her thighs, spreading them wide. The inside of her thighs feels soft, warm. She's slick and swollen, still wet from Garrick. The combination of pack scent and her arousal intoxicates me. Coffee and burnt sugar mixing with her vanilla and honey until I'm dizzy with it.
My first taste makes me groan. The sound comes out guttural, primal. Sweet and salty and uniquely her under the layer of pack. I could spend hours here and never get enough.
I do spend time. Licking and sucking and learning what makes her writhe. Her hips buck against my mouth. What makes her pull my hair, fingers tangling in the strands. What makes her cry out my name, the sound echoing off the walls.
When I slide two fingers inside while my mouth works her clit, she comes with a scream. Her whole body goes rigid, inner walls clenching around my fingers. But it's not enough. The heat demands more.
"Inside me." She pulls at my shoulders, trying to drag me up. "Need you inside me now."
I strip off my jeans with shaking hands. The button fights me, finally popping free. Boxer briefs next. Until I'm as bare as she is. My cock stands hard and aching, ready for her. Pre-cum already beading at the tip.
She reaches between us, wrapping her hand around my length. Her palm burns hot, grip firm. The touch makes me hiss through my teeth, pleasure shooting up my spine.
"So perfect," she murmurs. Her thumb swipes across the head, spreading moisture. "Can't wait to feel you."
I position myself at her entrance, feeling slick heat against my tip. Already so wet, so ready. "This will complete the pack bond. Lock us all together. You ready?"
