Page 96 of In Knots

“Yes, I think you are. But I’m here now. There will be time for romance later.”

“Ahh, he’s going to romance you so good, hot cheeks,” Bear chuckles.

“Romance off!” Cam says, giving Bear the finger as he smiles down at me.

He parts my legs with his knees and then rolls his hips against mine, his cock sliding into me and making me groan.

How strange it is that I was a virgin only weeks ago and now this is the fourth man I’ve slept with. I thought it would all be the same, that there would be no difference, but I was wrong. They all have their own style, their distinct movement and motion. Cam holds me tight against his body and whispers into my ear as he fucks me. He is the pack mate most like me, quiet and considered, and I know he is telling me unspoken words with the movement of his body, with the thrust of his cock, with the power of his hips.

The others are silent, watching us, seeming to know that in this moment it needs to be just me and just Cam.

I cling to him, trailing my fingers up and down his broad back and over his taut backside, moaning every time he grinds into me and finds just the right spot, I tell him in whispered words that only he can hear, that this is where I want to be, with them, in this apartment, in this pack, that I never felt like I belonged, but now I’m beginning to think that maybe I do.

Perhaps it’s the heat talking. Perhaps I’m a mess of hormones, but, in this moment, I think I’m speaking the truth. And perhaps I don’t know where all this will end, but I’m not sure I can bring myself to care.

We come together, our bodies twined, my limbs wrapped tightly around him, wanting him deeper inside me, wanting to consume all of him. When he knots me, his eyes roll right back in their sockets and he shudders with violence. The pain in my gut has vanished and my whole body rings with satisfaction.

“I’ve never felt this way about a girl before,” he mumbles into my ear.

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