Page 111 of Knot Your Business

Dominic’s touch is so gentle, I’m halfway convinced it’s someone else. Except his grapefruit scent entwining with my own denounces that possibility. His callouses catch on my skin as he moves to twist his hand into my hair, pulling me closer to him. I drop to my knees, wedging between his legs, and run my hands up his thighs.

His purr kicks up again, and I melt under the sound.

How can someone become so pivotal to your life in the span of days? It can’t be the fact he helped me through a heat. Or at least not entirely. I’ve had other Alphas before, and I didn’t crave them like this, didn’t want them to mark me so permanently the way I do him.

His jaw clenches and his hands tremble.

“Cavolo, Sirena,” he mutters. “I’m going to fuck this up.”

Maybe. But I might, too. And isn’t that a wonderful thing to share? To understand your partner well enough to know that they’ll forgive you if you’re too abrasive with them?

I guide his hand down my body until he palms my breast.

“Touch me,” I murmur. “I’m not fragile. You saw me through my heat. You know.”

His eyes flutter shut as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He traces my nipple through the shirt, and I clench my thighs, my slick already soaking through my panties.

“Please, Dominic.” The plea is desperate, practically a whine. My scent grows stronger, and I run my hands up his stomach, undoing buttons as I go. I push his shirt off his shoulders and lean forward, licking up his sternum.

His purr cuts off all at once, and there’s a moment of blind panic, my body remembering what happened the last time. He palms the back of my neck and pulls me away from him, forcing my mouth wide as he kisses me with a desperation I’ve never felt from him before. Even our first time, there was an edge of irritation, of hatred to his movements. And the couplings during my heat were different entirely.

None of that is here now.

His hands are steady as he eases the shirt over my head. And then he groans, low and deep in his throat like he’s dying.

His groan sets me aflame, and I scrabble at his belt.

“Cazzo, non indossi il reggiseno,” he breathes.

I pull away even as my chest shudders with my ragged breathing.

“What does that mean?” The question fades off into a moan because he traces one nipple and then the other, pinching each of them just hard enough that a flash of heat shoots through my core.

“You’re not wearing a bra.” His admission is just as low and tortured as the first time. My chest flushes, and he laughs, pinching my nipples again before pulling one into his mouth.

A rush of slick soaks my panties and coats my thighs. I whine, pulling away from where I’m undoing the button of his slacks to twist my hands into his hair, my eyes fluttering closed at the onslaught of sensation.

“Fuck, knot me please. Bond me.” The words are ragged and desperate, a gasped plea between swipes of his tongue along my skin. My fingers clench in his hair as another bolt of pleasure works through my body. “I want to know what it feels like, what you feel like.”

Whatever was holding him back breaks entirely. He pushes up from the table, grabbing me and lifting me until my legs can wrap around his waist.

Fuck, that will never not be the biggest fucking turn on of my life. How can he even just deadlift me?

His lips trace down my neck, his teeth scraping over the hollow of my throat in a wicked precursor to what we’re about to do. I shiver. Holy fuck, I need him to move faster. He cradles me as he drops us to the bed, his arms taking the brunt of the hit and not jostling me at all. His fingers trace over my waist as he pulls away, pushing off his slacks and dropping them on the side of the bed, his bright brown eyes never leaving mine. His cock juts away from him, a bead of precum already dripping from the head, the ring of his knot just starting to expand. Another rush of slick coats my thighs as I push up onto my elbow and pull him toward me.

“Jasper is going to be angry I am first, Sirena,” he murmurs, humor warming his voice, as he kneels between my legs and forces them wider, his palms like hot brands on my inner thighs.

I shake my head.

“He’ll be excited it’s happening,” I say. My breath catches as he notches his cock in my entrance, teasing just the head of it with small thrusts, his stomach muscles clenching with each movement.

He hums. “Perhaps. He has wanted me to find a way to make it work so that he can have us all.”

I nod and whine, tilting my hips, forcing him deeper. “Please, Dom,” I beg.

His laugh is a low, sensual sound that skates over my skin as he pushes into me with one thrust, his hips nestling against mine as he pulls my legs around his waist. He murmurs something under his breath, the Italian too fast for me to have a hope of understanding, but my lack of response doesn’t seem to bother him.

He runs his lips up my sternum, setting small bites as he goes, and holy fuck is this where Jasper learned that trick? If I thought he’d known how to straddle the line between pain and pleasure, Dominic’s threading of that needle is fucking perfection. I arch into him, groaning, my whimpers growing closer together with each thrust of his hips. My body sings with pleasure, my skin sensitized and my nipples aching. Arousal shoots through me, so strong I can’t help but fall into it and let it sweep me away.

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