Page 204 of Tangled in Knots

A gasp signals the intake of breath, my words reminding her that she stopped breathing.

“Next time?” she whispers, her chest heaving as I pull her fingers from her dripping wet cunt.

“Oh yeah,” I rasp. “May I taste how good it is when you’re my good girl?”

“Oh,” she whimpers, my words making her shiver with need again. “Yes? Ah, yes.”

The injection of a bit more confidence in her words makes me smile, bringing her fingers to my mouth to lick and suck clean. The taste of snickerdoodle, a bit of cinnamon and vanilla frosting makes my eyes roll back as I groan.

I’ve died and gone to Heaven. My teeth gently scrape over her fingertips before I lift my head and wink at her.

“You taste absolutely decadent and amazing,” I whisper. “Do you want more?”

“There can be more?” she asks sweetly.

“Whatever you want, but we have to go inside first. I don’t want anyone to interrupt,” I tell her.

Helping her sit up and wrapping her coat around her shoulders to break up the chill in the air, I turn off the SUV and get out. It takes moments before I’m opening her door and scooping her into my arms. The way Adira snuggles into me for warmth feels like a dream I never want to wake up from.

Kicking the door closed, I lock it with my finger on the alarm button, walking quickly up the steps to the apartment and unlocking first the front door and then the apartment door. Adira’s weight still feels so slight, even though the protein shakes are helping her.

I can barely remember what she first looked like, when we kidnapped her from her family home, to be able to determine what her normal is.

The apartment is silent as I walk inside with Adira, reminding me it’s almost two in the morning. While Morris is typically a night owl, due to his frequent nights spent stalking Adira, after she’s done with work, he may have finally gone to bed knowing I have her safety well in hand.

My track record isn’t due to my ability to ensure her welfare, but rather my inability to make the decision to make her my priority. That’s no longer true.

“I guess they’re all asleep,” I murmur, closing and locking the door behind us. “Do you want to eat something or to come again?”

“What?” she whimpers. “I’m trying to wrap my brain around this version of you, Alpha.”

The way she calls me ‘Alpha’ makes my cock jerk hard, and I growl under my breath, moving her, so that her legs naturally wrap around me.

Her coat falls to the ground as I shift her to hold her against me, showing off her luscious, soft skin. The material of her dress crawls up her body and bunches up at her thighs as she holds me tightly, the hardness of her weapons adding stimulation for me.

Smoothing my hand up her skin, I marvel at how much she’s had to change over the last several months.

Adira is becoming a solid killer, she does so without thought or remorse to protect herself and others. While I need people at my side that aren’t easily breakable, her vulnerability is also addicting.

“What’s to get used to, baby?” I ask, pressing her against the wall as I kiss down her neck. “This is what it’s like to have my attention, to become the air I need to breathe, I’m simply nolonger holding the reins on my own leash. You are. Make the rules, set the terms, let me love you.”

“Love me?” she repeats, struggling to follow my rules. Knowing I need to slow down, so she understands my intentions without the cloud of desire, I lift my head to rest it against her forehead.

Fuck, hold it together, man. Tell her what’s going on in that thick head of yours.

“Adira, I love you,” I rumble. My words flow over her, and I can feel her full body jerk in response. I wish I knew what she was feeling. I’ve grown so used to knowing what those most important to me are feeling at all times now that Morris is also bonded to me.

“You’re part of our pack through blood, tears, trauma, and pain. I want to find the strength and courage to hold onto all the good we’re going to experience together too. All I’ve ever had is the need to move from one dumpster fire to the next as I follow my father’s demands. I don’t want to live like that anymore. I refuse to.”

Adira slides her fingers through my hair, gazing at me as she listens. Somewhere in the apartment, I can feel movement, and I realize we have an audience, though they’re staying away.

“I could wish things were different, but you may never have come into our lives, Adira. I’m going to embrace what is and where we go from here,” I tell her.

“Does where we go from here involve your cock and your love?” she asks, smirking. “So much could happen, your conversation tonight with him made me realize I don’t want to wait. The way you love is fierce, I want to spend more time with you to get to that point.”

“Valid,” I growl, dropping my head to kiss her. I didn’t expect her to say the words back, I’ve done a lot of confusing thingsto her. I can wait for them. “What else do you want? Tell me exactly.”

“What?” she asks, moaning as I bury my face in her shoulder to breathe her in.

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