Page 114 of Knot a Good Idea

“Liam sometimes comes to me when he’s having a hard time,” he says softly. “If you ever want to…talk…I would happily listen.”

I look at him curiously.

“I have no expectations,” he admits. “I expect nothing from you in return. But if you ever want someone to just listen to you, I can be that person.”

He looksterrified.

Donovan, the cold, grumpy pack leader, looks unsure for once.

Donovan, the arrogant, helicopter flying, ridiculously rich tech genius stands in front of me, shy and vulnerable.

My inner Omega is flattered, and I stand on tiptoe to kiss him.

It’s chaste and soft, and he stiffens in response, not expecting it.

When I step away, his lips are pulled into a thin line, and his brow is furrowed in confusion.

Oh, no.

Did I misinterpret things?

I take a deep breath. “Did you not want?—”

But he pushes me against the wall next to the doorway and suddenly, he’s everywhere.

He growls as he kisses me, his hands roughly squeezing around my waist until I’m frozen in his hold while he devours me. He keeps me in place, licking into my mouth thoroughly, his scent and minty breath washing over me.

Donovan kisses like it’s the last time he’ll see me. Like he only has a minute left on this earth, and he’s chosen to spend it tasting me.

When he finally pulls away, my cunt is throbbing, and my knees are shaky. I gasp for air, looking at him in shock.

“You,” he breathes, “have invaded my thoughts. I try to distract myself with work. I try to distract myself with fuckinganything, but it all comes back toyou.” Another kiss, this time to my neck, causing me to yelp. “You’re all I can think about. Why are youdoingthis to me?”

I’m dumbfounded by his words. “I’m not doing anything?—”

He bites me, hard, right next to my mating gland.

“You make me fucking crazy,” he hisses, as I claw at his hair. “You make me fuckingirrational.I’m playing stupidcat board gamesbecause ofyou.”

I half laugh, half groan as he sucks an angry bruise into my neck. “That’s not—my fault?—”

“Like hell it’s not.Everythingis your fault.”

I don’t know whether to be offended or delighted.

But judging by the way wetness floods my panties, I’melated.

I don’t even bother asking. I show him what I want by pushing him away and pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it onto the floor in the hallway.

I’m clad only in my soft cotton bra that unhooks in the front, sheer enough that my hard nipples are visible through the fabric.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his hands running up either side of my waist. “Fuck.”

When he cups my breasts in his hands, I tilt my head back and moan.

“They’re sensitive,” I gasp out. He plays with them mercilessly, squeezing and groping them just like Hunter did when he fucked them.

When his fingertips finally circle over my nipple, I jerk at the sensation. Watching me carefully, he caresses each nipple gently, pressure building inside my cunt as he does.

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