Page 46 of The Knot Before Christmas

“W-what are you doing?” I manage to get out as he grabs my boots and takes them off. He says nothing, a man on a mission. I take a second to look around and see that we must be in the garage, because I’m on the hood of some beat up car.

My gaze finds him again when he grabs my pants and yanks them down my legs.

“What the fuck are you–” I start, voice high pitched, but my words get cut off when he drops to his knees and buries his face between my legs. “Oh fuck,” I sob out as my head falls back against the hood of the car with a thud.

As his tongue laps up the dripping slick, I let out a loud moan, my spine arching off the car, eyes rolling back as my nails dig into the metal.

Will’s hands grip where my thighs and hips connect, holding me still as he feasts on my cunt, growling against my clit as he sucks it into his mouth.

“Holy fucking shit. Oh my God, Will,” I cry out as he thrusts his tongue into my cunt, curling the damn thing. Sure, it’s not long enough to hit that sweet spot inside, but damn the control he has over that thing is amazing.

He continues to work me over, sucking, licking, fucking me with his tongue and all I can do is lay there, writhing like the fucking mess that I am. I should be freezing, yet it feels like liquid heat is flooding my veins, warming me up from the inside out.

Needy, so damn needy. I want more than his tongue. It’s like he can read my damn mind when he thrusts two fingers inside of me, giving me a bit of a stretch. Now his fingers? Yeah, they find my sweet spot right away as he thrusts his them in and out, curling them just right.

“Oh God, oh God, please,” I whimper, clawing at the hood of the car, arching my hips up, seeking more. More. I need more. I need his fucking cock, his knot.

He chuckles against my clit as he sucks hard, making me scream as a shock of pleasure shoots through me. “No God here, Little Rabbit. Only the big bad wolf. And he’s ravenous tonight.”

My heart is beating so damn hard against my ribs, I feel like it’s going to burst out of my damn body.

“Please,” I beg. Fucking hell, I plead. I never thought I’d see the day I’d be begging an Alpha for anything.

But here I am, a needy mess, a dirty little slut for this sexy as sin Alpha on his knees for me.

“Please what, Nova? What do you want?”

“You,” I gasp as he works his mouth against my pussy again. “Your cock. Your knot. I need it. Please. Please, Alpha.” It’s like I’m no longer in control of my body, mind, or mouth, because the Nova I know wouldn’t be saying these things.

With another savage growl, Will devours me.

Blinding pleasure hits me out of nowhere and I shatter on his tongue. Back arching, my fist comes down hard onto the car as I gasp and cry out. The orgasm is so powerful I can't breathe, I can’t think. Wave after wave of euphoria hits me.

My pussy pulses around his thick fingers, coating him in slick as it gushes out of me in waves.

“Such a good girl,” Will praises as he removes his fingers. I suck in a breath, gasping for air as my body collapses against the car.

My head is spinning, body humming.

Eyes heavy lidded, I stare down at Will, aware of the fact that I’m naked from the waist down, my legs thrown over his shoulders, pussy right in his face.

He watches me as he places a kiss on my swollen, sensitive clit before taking my legs and placing them on the hood of the car.

Rising, his gaze moves down to my dripping center and he lets out this deep rumbling purr that has me slicking for him even more. He smirks, satisfied with the reaction he gets from me.

If I wasn’t still buzzed from my release, I’d say something sassy. But I’m in too much of a good mood to care if he’s smug right now.

Because I damn well know how good this Alpha’s mouth is. Fingers too.

Will steps between my legs and bends until his body is draped over mine. His wild red curls fall forward, framing his face.

His eyes bore into mine, making my heart skip a beat, and my brain goes into overdrive.

My breathing picks up again, this electric current pulsing between us.

A bond between scent matches is nothing to joke about. And the more this Alpha stares at me, the more I’m ready to beg him to be mine forever. And that fucking terrifies me.

With his pinky, he brushes the sweaty, messy hair from my forehead. “What are you doing to me, Nova?” he asks, more to himself I think, as his eyes flick between mine. “You were not on the cards for us.”

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