Page 34 of Knot As It Seems

He tips his head back, focusing on his breathing as if he’s in intense pain. Well, he probably is. For all I care, he can stay that way until he’s nicer to me.

“It’s your godsdamn scent and the image branded into my brain of your legs splayed wide fucking open and your cunt stretched over their knots. I can’t stop replaying your screams echoing inside my skull, or how thinking about how fucking perfect your face is when it goes lax right as their knot wedged inside of you and plugged you up.”

I consider all this, looking him over then start for the door out. “Alright, thanks for the chat. Catch you later.”

“Stop!”

I grin to myself before spinning around, painting another mask of innocence onto my face as I bat my eyelashes at him. “Yes? Need something?”

He swallows and tenses his jaw again, all the tendons in his neck standing out in sharp relief. “I need you to comecloser and I need to ap-apologize for being a dick to you. You didn’t deserve what I said, and none of it was true.”

I waver my hand back and forth. “Eh. I am a bit…unstable. That part was true.”

“Bite me.”

“Well, that’s rude. And here you were doing so good in your crappy apology.”

To my absolute shock, he bares his neck to me, eyes pleading with me. “I’m not trying to be glib. I’m…struggling with my alpha. I’m so new to this whole vampire thing, and I got in my head. I want you, Fable, nothing else matters. I’ve seen the error of my ways.Pleaseput me out of my misery.”

“You’re only saying this now because you want your dick sucked.”

He wiggles his hips around more, because apparently just me saying the word ‘dick’ did something for him. I step closer.

“I’m not. I had to watch two other alphas run their hands all over you for what felt like hours, and the whole thing was fucking torture. I should have been a part of that.”

“You should have. But all the issues you brought up earlier are unresolved. You haven’t met other vampires, and we could be lying to you.” I sit on the edge of the bed, heat trying to rise to my cheeks when he finally, shamelessly checks out my chest. Thoroughly. Then his hips start going again, and his poor cock is being strangled in such an ugly way, and now I’m worried he’s going to cause permanent damage to it and I won’t get to play with it later, because the waistband of his jeans are so damn tight thathe’s got to be losing blood flow.

“For fuck’s sake. Do I have permission to touch you?”

His eyes bug out and he nods frantically, though his face tells me he expects this to be a trap. Honestly, it might be. I haven’t quite decided yet.

He helps me out by lifting his hips up, allowing me to straighten out the pants before unbuttoning them and pulling them to his ankles, and my first instinct is to kiss the rubbed raw parts that chafed against the jeans, because he’s mine to take care of whether he wants the job or not.

“What are you doing? You don’t owe me anything.”

Something clicks into place then. “Did Winslow make stuff transactional for you?”

He shrugs, which is answer enough.

“You might not be ready for what a bond entails, and I don’t feel great about giving you one when you’re backed into a corner like this. So, what I’m going to do is take care of you the best way an omega can, and I’m going to make myself be patient for you, because that’s better for you. I’m not unreasonable, Anderson, I’m just really fucking into you, and bonding is the only way I know how to show that; but you’re not taking good care of yourself right now, so the bad alpha needs his omega to give him relief. Not because I want something from you, or because I feel like I owe it to you to give you what you need, but because I want to. Have you ever knotted anyone before?”

I silently beg him to say no, repeatedly, with my eyes closed, until he gives me the answer I was hoping for. “No. And I can’t promise I even know what to do with thatnewer part of my anatomy.”

I grab a wet cloth from the bathroom and pull his boxers down, scrubbing his skin clean. Handling him in this way, I have to lean over and inhale the rich, intense smell of him. Sharp cedar leaf perfectly blended with a calming, almost sweet lavender, making my head buzz and my thighs tense. His knot is mottled from being in a prolonged state of arousal for so long, and I lean forward to kiss that as well, dragging my nipples across the hair dusted on his upper thighs, inhaling him again. “You smell like mine.”

“And you smell like fucking heaven. Before I was turned, I never knew scents could play such a pivotal role in attraction, but I knew from the first day I found you we’d fit together beautifully.”

“Should we test that out?”

“I don’t feel like I’m in a position to dictate that. Not with how I fucked up. I’m not going to be a dumbass and tell you not to, though.”

There’s my Anderson.

I straddle his legs before realizing that we’ve never actually…properly kissed. I think he’s likely to come immediately after he gets into my body, so anything I really want to happen needs to happen now.

The fact that we haven’t kissed much yet is actually proof that maybe I was rushing things before.

“Going to kiss you first,” I whisper, my future with him looming in front of me. Taking this step with him is going to change everything about our relationship, but I’m ready for it.