Page 102 of Knot a Good Idea

“Anything you want,” I whisper, and reach over to unbuckle her seatbelt after unbuckling mine. I cup her face in my hands and kiss her, pressing my lips to hers firmly.

This kiss isn’t gentle like the one we share in her driveway. This one is frenzied and desperate, and she pulls me by the collar of my sweater so she can explore my mouth thoroughly.

It’s better than kissing her at the gala.

There’s no time constraint this time.

There’s no worry of getting caught.

There’s just April’s mouth and her sweet moans of desperation as I suck on her lips and tongue.

When I finally pull away from her, her mouth is swollen, and her breathing comes in short pants.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” I whisper. “There is nothing more I’d love to do than make you come.”

She pulls me toward her again, kissing down my neck and growling into my skin.

Holy shit.

“Fuck,” I groan, running my fingers through her hair. “Baby, we got to get you into the backseat. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Stop making me wait,” she moans. “Liam, don’t make me beg,don’t.”

I kiss her once last time before pulling away. “You never have to beg for anything with me,” I promise. “Say the word and it’s yours.”

Anything she’d ask of me; I’d do for her.

I’d ruinAxton.

I’d burn the pack house to the ground.

I’d drive my car off a cliff, I don’tcare, as long as I can keep breathing her in and tasting her on my tongue.

But I reluctantly pull away from her and open the driver’s door, stepping out of the car to open the passenger door.

“Come on, baby,” I groan, helping her out. “Let’s get you in the back.”

I’ve never been so grateful to have bought a spacious car.

It’s a fully electric SUV, and while Hunter makes fun of me for having it, I personally enjoy having an eco-friendly car.

My sound system is just as good as his, anyway.

I kiss April again, unable to wait until we’re in the backseat. I kick the passenger door closed and push her against it while she thrusts against me, rubbing against my denim-covered cock.

Fuck.

I press my knee in between her legs, and she parts them, revealing a damp spot on her jeans.

Double fuck.

“Grind against me, sweetheart,” I murmur. “Take all that frustration out.”

Make Omega come.

“Liam,” she breathes as she thrusts against my knee. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, and I assault her throat, my tongue finding her sensitive mating gland.

I treat it like her clit. I flick it, suck it, and swirl it with my tongue until she gasps and clutches at my shoulders.

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