Page 83 of Knot a Good Idea

I do.

He continues that way, licking me clean, then kissing his cum into my mouth.

And when he gets to my mating gland, sucking and flicking, another release hits me.

I’m drunk on his taste, on his kisses, and the dirty, taboo things he’s doing to me.

He sucks on my tongue as I come, swallowing my moans.

And when he’s finally done, satisfied that he’s fed me enough of his cum, he leaves my bed.

I hear rummaging in my bathroom and want to ask what he’s doing, but I’m too drained.

And the best part about this?

I’m at peace. Totally content.

Something I haven’t felt in months, maybe years.

When Hunter returns, he brings a warm washcloth that smells like my body wash.

He takes his time cleaning me, and instead of insisting that he doesn’t have to do it, I smile lazily at him.

Afterwards, he cleans himself up, then heads over to my closet.

“What are you doing?” I mumble, already half asleep.

“Blankets, baby,” he says. “There’s barely enough on your bed right now.”

“Mmm.”

I close my eyes, and when I open them, Hunter is pulling me to his chest.

He’s turned off the lights, and my naked chest is against his as a purr resonates from him.

It’s deep and soothing.

He brings his lips to my neck and nudges his nose against my mating gland, inhaling deeply.

He scent marks me, his peppery aroma mixing with my sweetness.

We fall asleep together, covered in blankets, his purr lulling me to a peaceful, dreamless rest.

Maybe everything will be okay,a tiny voice whispers in my mind.

Maybe we’re not broken.

18

APRIL

“Oh my god,”Devyn says. “Oh, mygod.”

“Hush,” I murmur, unable to keep the smile off my face. I scribble the drink order for the hazelnut latte on the cup, then hand it to her. “Three shots of espresso instead of two.”

It’s been a week since Hunter’s visit, and he begrudgingly had to head back to the pack house after staying with me for two days.

He met Devyn, though, and she’s still losing her damn mind about it.

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