Page 31 of Salt and Knot

“We’ve just eaten. You’re not supposed to swim after eating.”

“But this is a jacuzzi. Barely any swimming possible.” I keep tugging away from him, and towards the pool.

“We don’t have bathing suits,” he protests weakly, and that’s when I know I have him.

“Oh no!” I say in mock horror. “The bikini you bought me is upstairs. What will I do?”

“We can go and get it.” Dylan almost sighs with relief.

I hook the waistband of my shorts and push them down, along with my knickers. I kick my slip-on shoes away at the same time.

Dylan groans. “Isla.”

But his gaze drags over me as though he’s as affected by this whole situation as I am.

“Is it hot suddenly? I wonder if my heat is back?” Slipping out of Dylan’s grasp, I dance backwards, looking into his eyes.

I grab the hem of my T-shirt—new today, one of the many gifts from Dylan—and tug it upwards.

Then he’s staring after me like a man starving.

“Maybe I should try cooling off in that pool downstairs?” I say teasingly.

“Not if I catch you first,” he warns, low and raspy. But I see before he lunges for me, and shriek as I dodge, then sprint away. I make straight for the jacuzzi.

Dylan is fast, but I’m motivated. I weave and evade him until the jacuzzi pool is right there. And I think Dylan gives up, because he snatches me up when I’m still two paces from the water. Muttering darkly, he lifts me up, and tosses me into the pool.

It’s a shock of salt water—warm but not too hot—and I’m spluttering and laughing when I rise to the surface. Dylan is halfway through stripping off his clothes when I’ve wiped the hair and water from my eyes sufficiently to see him.

“You are a siren. A problem. A temptation, little omega,” he growls as he pushes off his underwear and his cock bounces up.

It’s a good thing I took that thing for the first time when I was mindless with my heat, otherwise I’m not sure I’d believe I could. I drift, the water swirling around me, my heart racing as he climbs in.

Can I really do this? Make him bond with me?

It’s a hunch. A total guess that maybe if he’s in the water, he won’t have this iron grip on himself, and perhaps he’ll take me. Bond me to him, and be mine.

“Isla,” he breathes as I float to him. More lunge, if I’m honest. He pulls me in and kisses me. It’s messy and wet and filthy as soon as our lips meet. He purrs as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and press my naked breasts to his chest.

His tongue is in my mouth, possessive. His cock digs into my tummy, and I shift so I can grasp his length. It takes some wiggling, but I line us up and then he’s breaking me open again, in the best way. We both moan as he slides in, my pussy expanding, and the pinch of pain is so good as it pushes out the ache of my heat.

Then we’re moving together. He thrusts from beneath, and I grind down onto him. The pleasure rises more easily, spiralling out from where we’re joined. It’s as though I’m learning my alpha, and becoming more in tune with him.

“You’re so perfect, my sweet little mate. I want to touch you more,” he rumbles.

I’m trying to keep riding on him, but the water makes it even more difficult, and my thighs are not used to this sort of work-out. I whimper as he brings one hand from my breast to my hip to help move me on his cock.

“I want to eat you up, and I don’t have enough…” he growls with frustration as he shifts between stroking my clit, fingers probably getting crushed between us. I reach for his shoulders to lever myself on him to keep up the friction that’s sending spasms of pleasure from where we join.

“Want to kiss you, too.”

“Yes.” I love it when Dylan kisses me. His tongue in my mouth as he fucks me is intimate. Mirroring each thrust.

The tentacle in my mouth was even better though.

No. I didn’t think that. Stupid.

I refocus on Dylan. Kind, generous, gorgeous, human Dylan, who is here, and been the best alpha I could dream of. My mate. The one I want to keep for myself.