Page 77 of Knot a Good Idea

“I didn’t ask if he was in prison, I said I wanted to kill him.”

I quirk my lip. “Yeah, me too.”

“Give me a name and I’ll do it.”

“My best friend’s pack are detectives; you don’t want them to get involved.”

“I’m sure I could make them look the other way,” he mutters.

I chuckle and shake my head. “Sure.”

“I mean it. I’m not fucking kidding, April.”

“I know.”

It should be scary that Hunter would be willing to do that for me.

But it just makes me feel cherished.

“Thank you,” I whisper, snuggling into him closer.

He presses a kiss to my hair, and I hum contentedly at the contact.

“Anytime, gorgeous.”

We endup on the couch; me wrapped in a blanket and leaning on Hunter. We have a mindless reality show on, but I can barely pay attention.

I’m too busy indulging in his scent and touch.

Cuddling him is easier than I expected. He absentmindedly plays with my hair as I bury my face in his chest, greedily inhaling his scent.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to assume that you’re starting to like me, baby,” he murmurs, his chest rumbling.

“Who says I don’t like you?” I say, nuzzling into him.

I can’t get close enough.

I want more.

“Trying to kick me out when you saw me having dinner with your mom might have given me that impression,” he teases as he pushes my hair to the side. He leans down to bring a kiss to my neck, and I groan.

“That was hours ago,” I breathe, the arousal from before my panic attack slowly making its way back. Hunter presses another kiss to my neck, and my breath catches.

“Mmm,” he murmurs into my skin. “So, I’m back on your good side?”

He’s more than on my good side, after the support he’s shown me.

“I suppose,” I sigh. He presses a kiss to my cheek, then brings his mouth down the front of my neck to my collarbone.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You taste so good, baby. Like sugar.”

I greedily grasp at his bicep, feeling the hard muscle there and groaning. I’ve never openly groped someone like I’m doing to Hunter, but I can’t seem to stop.

His mouth finds my mating gland, the sensitive patch of skin between my shoulder and neck, and I moan loudly.

He chuckles against me, and a rush of slick floods my panties.

Maybe I deserve this.

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