Page 79 of Knot a Good Idea

Usually, I would say something about leaving clothes on the floor, but his scent and my arousal make me care about nothing butHunter.

The tattoos across his chiseled chest are dark and intricate, weaving delicate patterns and chaotic images.

But I only get to gawk for a moment before he’s on top of me, kissing me deeply as I lift my hips to grind against the front of his jeans.

He’s rock hard andhuge.

I moan into his mouth as he sucks on my tongue, seeking more friction as I thrust against him.

“Easy, baby,” he half chuckles, half groans against my lips. “Give a guy a second.”

“I’m done waiting,” I hiss, accentuating my point by wiggling my hips against him, desperate to feel that pressure against my cunt.

I deserve to come.

After all the shit I’ve been through, I need some fucking release.

Hunter growls, and the sound goes directly to my clit as I move against him, working myself on the bulge under his pants.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “You’re right, baby, you’re fuckingright.” He moves off me, but before I can protest, he tugs at my jeans, undoing the button and zipper. “You shouldn’t ever have to wait again.”

My scent perfumes the room, my sweetness mixing with his Alpha spice. I lift my hips, helping him shuck off my jeans, but he stops when he sees my panties.

They’re a mess. The wet spot is so big that they’re stuck to my cunt and drenched in sweetness.

“This all for me, baby?” he asks, his voice husky.

I nod. “You know it is,” I groan. “Please, I need...”

I don’t even realize I’m whining until he gently shushes me, running his hands down my thighs. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

He moves to stand at the foot of the bed, then pulls me by my ankles so my ass is almost over the edge of the mattress. Then, with a quick tug, heripsmy panties off.

It snaps me out of my lust filled stupor for a moment. I look at him, shocked, but he smirks.

“I’ll buy you a hundred more pairs,” he promises. “Legs up, baby.”

I look at him curiously, wondering why his pants are still on, but then he sinks to his knees to kneel in front of me.

Oh.

“You don’t have to do that,” I whisper, stunned.

“But Ido.I absolutely do,” he promises, his gold eyes smoldering. “I’ll die if I don’t.”

I gape at him.

“Now put your fucking legs on my shoulders,Omega.”

I shamelessly lift my hips, my mind cloudy with arousal and my cunt desperate to be touched.

Hunter gives me a smirk, then turns his gaze to between my legs. “Fuck,” he breathes, and I close my eyes as his breath ghosts against my opening. “Prettier than I imagined.”

Again, old April wouldn’t care about the dirty talk. Old April would want to get off and be done with it.

But I drown in his praise.

I want to feel worshipped.

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