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The implication hung as heavily as my brief silence. “I’m on my way.”

Chapter Eleven

I was fresh out of the shower and pulling on a robe when the doorbell rang.

I pulled the towel from my hair, scrunching out any excess water before tossing it in the hamper. The bell rang again, pushing me forward. I opened it to find Eli looking down at me, his stare filled with unbridled passion that made his honey eyes darken to a deep, earthen brown.

There was a brief pause before he entered my home, kicking the door shut. Any pretense of pleasantries or menial conversation was thrown to the side as I was lifted into strong arms, my legs placed on either side of his hips. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders and leaned in to kiss him, sighing softly when our mouths met.

“God, that drives me crazy,” Eli groaned. His fingers tangled in my damp curls, the pressure of his grip tight enough to pull my head back a bit. Gently, he mouthed at my sensitive skin, his hips bucking forward to meet the slow grind of mine.

“If you’re going to do that, we won’t make it to the bedroom,” I gasped.

“I wasn’t planning on doing so, to be honest with you.” Eli hiked up my robe, his hand moving between us. Within seconds, his dick was pulled from his jeans, the wide head pressing against my entrance. In one smooth thrust, he nestled deep inside of me, groaning loudly as my tight heat engulfed his shaft.

My head dropped to his shoulder, Eli’s grip tightening around my hips as he took charge, controlling the pace and depth with which I took him. “Slow,” I whimpered, and nearly came undone when he whispered,

“Shh. Let me take care of you.”

I was pressed against the nearest wall, his body weight keeping me pinned against the cool surface. Hips forcefully snapped against my ass, the thrusts causing my body to bounce. Each push forward sent electricity arcing throughout my body, my toes curling and breath heavy. He was more aggressive with me than he’d ever been and I absolutely loved it. Heat settled in my body, concentrating in my chest and spreading out to lick at my nerves, sending sparks rocketing across my skin. The warmth I felt was not just related to my heat. The urge to share the truth was becoming harder to ignore and I knew that one day soon, I’d be honest with him. I knew that when I did, I ran the huge risk of having my heart broken. And although that scared the absolute hell out of me, I was willing to risk it. I didn’t want to and couldn’t think about that right now, so, I pushed all of that aside to concentrate on how I felt. How Eli made me feel. I felt so good and the sounds that tumbled over my lips were reflective of that, my moans loud as a bruise was sucked onto my skin.

Eli grunted against my neck. “God, you feel so incredible. I don’t want to pull out.”

“Come—inside—,” I managed to rasp between moans.

“But you’re—fuck.” He groaned low in the back of his throat as I rolled my hips forward, my hole fluttering around his dick.

Whispering in a fevered, honeyed voice, I coaxed him, “It’s okay. It’s okay. Just do it. Please. I—I need to be full.” My eyes watered and I quickly wiped the tears away, hiding the unsettling onset of the emotional pain that was warring with my physical pleasure. Eli's hips stuttered as he buried his dick deep inside of me. With every thrust, his knot pressed against my entrance, stretching me little by little. I craved the fullness, needed to stay full for as long as possible. I bit at his earlobe sucking softly as I begged to be knotted. “Do it. I need you, alpha. Plea—” I was cut off, blinding pleasure on the heels of searing pain as his knot entered me, joining us together.

When warmth spilled inside of me, I let go with him, crying loudly as my orgasm took hold of me.

Day Five

By this day in my heat cycle, I was usually coming down from the worst of it. The aching became more tolerable, the intense need to be filled subsided, and I was able to shower or bathe without feeling the need to get off. However, this time was different. And maybe it was because Eli was still here and being in close proximity to him had me slicking up more than I ever had, but this day passed by in a blur of sticky limbs, stained sheets, and slow, lazy thrusts.

Day Six

A summer storm raged, the rain whipping against the window. Eli’s fingers combed through my freshly washed curls, deftly separating the ringlets before absently twirling one around his finger. I listened to the beating of his heart, sighing softly as I relished the comfortable silence. And although I genuinely enjoyed the domesticity of the moment, I couldn’t help but disrupt the quiet. “I have a question.”

“I might have an answer.”

“Why did you knot me this time?”

Eli stiffened, his hand stilling in my hair. “I don’t know…”

“Bullshit.” I propped up on my elbow, my eyes narrowing as I stared. “What made this time different from the first time? Or the subsequent times?”

Eli scrubbed his hand down his face, exhaling loudly, “Do we have to talk about this now?”

“Yes,” I insisted. I was telling myself to be quiet, to just enjoy this moment. I was doing all that I could to stop myself from ruining what had been a great couple of days, but I pushed. I needed to know before I—before I—

“I’ve never… knotted anyone,” he answered in a muted voice.

My head tilted to the side. My eyebrows pinched together as I mused aloud, confused, “But you’re not a virgin.”

“I’ve never wanted… to knot anyone,” he clarified, his voice tight with embarrassment.

I tucked into his side once again, waiting for him to continue. When he didn’t, I pushed. “Why?”