Page 75 of Knot Your Business

Her words cut through the thundering of my pulse.

“You’ve done nothing to warrant that type of trust or intimacy. I am not a buffet for you to take what you want while avoiding the rest,” she says, that steel back in her voice. Like I’m not holding her within an inch of me, half ready to fuck some sense into her. Like we can’t both tell that she’s scenting for me and that she’s probably wet with her slick. The flint in her gaze has my dick straining at my slacks, the need to feel her so strong my hands are practically shaking.

Cazzo.

Kissing her is the last thing I should do. It’s hard enough to resist her, to remember why I resent her being here, with just her scent around me and her marks all over my lover. If I know what her cunt feels like around me? If I know I’m the one making her whimper as I fuck up into her?

I’ll be fucked for keeping this icy distance between us.

She runs her tongue over her lips, her gaze dropping to my mouth before her scent increases again.

“Fuck it,” I mutter, low and lethal.

And then I slam my lips to hers.

Thirty-Five

DOMINIC

The kiss is angry, full of teeth and bites, and she doesn’t just let me lead. She fights every moment our lips touch, every twist of our tongues. It makes my dick ache where it’s pushing against the zipper of my slacks.

Her scent explodes around us between one heartbeat and the next, the floral undertone of it becoming so strong, it feels like it’s always been here. The kiss swallows her whimper as I drop my hand from her chin, letting it rest against the base of her throat.

“Tell me to stop,” I mutter against her lips, my hands dropping down her body to the hem of her sweatshirt. I pull it off before she can respond, drinking in her body, her brown nipples peaked, goosebumps running down her sternum. Small love bites dot her collarbones and shoulders, and the need to cover them with my own is so strong, it’s impossible to think around.

“Tell me to stop, Sirena, or I’ll have you over the counter and my knot inside you.”

She shakes her head, reaching up until she just manages to grab the hair at the nape of my neck and twists her fingers into it. Fuck, the grapefruit of my own scent smells half-decent mixed with hers.

“Knot me,” she whispers, her lips whispers of movement against mine.

All common sense is gone, the control I pride myself for so foreign now it’s like it never existed. I pull away from her, dropping my hands to her hips and spinning her toward the counter. Her knuckles are white as she grabs the edge of it and presses onto the tips of her feet, trying to alleviate some of the height difference between us. I don’t bother to strip her out of the simple gray shorts, ripping them down the side seams and letting them drop to the floor at our feet before repeating the action with her hip hugging panties.

Her breath hitches, and her fingers curl as if she can actually dig them into the stone under her palms. Slick drips down her thighs, and my mouth fucking waters at the idea of tasting it. That rage festers under my sternum again, nearly enough to snap me out of the moment, but then she perfumes again, so strong I wonder what it feels like when she’s in heat. She cants her hips back toward me, pressing up even higher.

I palm the nape of her neck, gathering her hair around my fingers as I work to undo my belt and push my slacks low enough they won’t be ruined by her slick.

If she’s expecting a slow seduction, she doesn’t say it. She glances over her shoulder as I nudge the head of my cock into her entrance, testing to make sure I won’t hurt her. Her eyes are glazed over, her cheeks dark with her blush, her lips swollen from my teeth. I slowly push into her in one single, unrelenting thrust, and she moans, tipping her head back as much as my grip will allow.

There’s still too much of a height difference for me to have a decent angle. Or maybe I’ve just gotten used to fucking Jasper, where he’s only a couple inches shorter than I am. Either way, she presses back into me anyway, a mewl rising up her throat as she drops her head onto her arm.

The pressure is already there at the base of my spine, my body happily racing to the point where my knot will lock us together. I run my palm down her spine and around her hip, smirking as she shivers under the touch. Her mewls turn to whimpers as I circle her clit, and she pushes back against me with each forward push of my hips, that awkward moment where your partner’s motions don’t match yours not happening at all between us.

Her breath catches, her muscles locking, and then she moans, low in her chest. Her scent grows around us, one last wave as she climaxes from my touch. I lean over her, grabbing the counter edge as I fuck her faster, chasing the feeling rushing down my spine. Her curves are soft against me, her breathing ragged even as she keeps pushing back against me with each thrust. Her slick sticks to my thighs, each push into her making a wet sound that reverberates through the large room. She clenches around me, and my orgasm rockets through me.

I push into her until I’m buried completely, my knot swelling as I come.

Her voice breaks around another moan as another orgasm causes her muscles to clench.

The room is quiet as we catch our breaths, her body trembling under mine.

Satisfaction roars through me, the sight of her shaking beneath me, impaled on my cock and locked with me because of my knot feeding all those pieces of me I’ve kept suppressed for a decade. I drop my forehead to her shoulder, biting over one of the love marks left by one of the other guys.

My chest rumbles, the purr low and soothing, and she relaxes under me.

Bile rises in my throat, and I freeze.

VIOLET

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