Page 22 of Knot Dead Yet

“Well, I could use a lot of things.” Kienna sighed, still mostly pressed against me. “Particularly my own private jet to take me to Alaska.”

No!There was no way she was ever leaving. My heart hammered, going into panic mode. She had to stay. I wouldn’t be able to protect her or comfort her in Alaska. And why Alaska? Fuck.

“Oh, don’t look like that. I don’t really expect you to know how to fly a plane and get me there.” She poked my sidelightly. I could only guess that my dismay had been obvious in my expression, and I tried to calm it to look more stoic. “My problems are my problems, and I can deal with them. The past few days have been… trying.” She cutely pursed her lips and then corrected herself, “Okay, a little fucked up.”

It was Casimir. That asshole. “Tell me what that bastard did to you, so I know what I’m killing him for.”

Kienna blinked and shook her head. “No, no. Don’t even worry about Casimir. That was my fault. I assumed something that was convenient for me, and ta-da, it turned out to be wrong. Forget about him. Well, I guess you can’t with him being a teammate.”

Nothing she could do could ever be wrong. “I’m still going to kill him.”

“You’re not going to kill him.” She gave me a stern look, but with dilated eyes. Oh fuck, that was sexy. Her scent suddenly grew thicker, knocking any sort of good sense against the back of my skull.

Her mouth. I couldn’t stop looking at those full lips. My cock was fast growing hard and pushed at my cup. “I’m going to kill him.”

“You’renotgoing to kill him.” Flames heated her words, her body. She grabbed the front of my jersey and whimpered as she pulled me to her.

We kissed. All my world collapsed into this one moment.

She was the universe. My everything.

I was never letting go.

CHAPTER TEN - Kienna

In no way whatsoever did I think murder was sexy, but why did I get so horny when Maddox kept saying he was going to kill Casimir? I especially didn’t want anyone to hurt Casimir. Overprotectiveness was something I rebelled against. I needed to be free to do what I wanted without anyone looming over me or standing in the way. But the gush of slick wetting my panties and aching throb between my legs said another story.

His hard kisses consumed me and his tight embrace made it hard to breathe, but there was no way I was going to tell him to stop. I needed this Alpha, and I needed him now.

I stepped up on a box and wrapped my other leg around him. Maddox grabbed my ass and kneaded it as I ground against him. Him and way too much equipment. It was worse than what ladies had to wear in the eighteenth century.

“Maddox,” I panted his name and kissed along his square jaw to his ear. “Take me. I have to have you so bad.”

A growl of what I could only take as acquiescence rumbled in his chest. He slid a hand under my sweater and groped my breast. I pushed my chest more firmly against him. I wanted us naked, skin to skin. Hot and writhing and locked together.

“Get… all your… stuff off.” I didn’t even know where to begin, but everything in me screamed to hurry.

Maddox grunted and went for my clothes instead. He set me on top of a box, pushing my sweater up and snatching the top of my jeans. I helped him get them open and push them down part way. The cardboard was firm and cold under my naked rear and somehow erotic.

“Holy fuck,” he uttered with a hot breath against my neck and dragged his teeth over my skin to nip at me. “You’re so hot.”

“And you’re not naked. I need you naked.” Desperation made me sound like I was almost whining, pleading for him to fuck me. Not just fill me, but knot me. Oh God, how I had to make that happen.

Maddox dropped a hand between my legs and caressed my pussy. I let out a small cry and arched my hips toward him. “Let me make you come.”

Yes, I wanted nothing more, but with his muscled body against me, his hard cock, pounding into me. I ran my hands up under his jersey. Under his chest and shoulder pads, he wore a thermal shirt. Too many layers. Yet I managed to bare a strip of flesh and slid my fingers along it.

He sucked in a breath and dipped a finger between my labia. “So wet for me.”

“Oh yes, please,” I begged again, squirming as he toyed with my pussy. I couldn’t stand this teasing. Tugging at his hockey pants, I yanked them too hard the wrong way and forced the laces into a knot. “Fuck.”

Maddox thrust a finger into me, and my eyes fluttered as I moaned. My head fell back and he layered kisses and nips on my neck as he pumped into me. I rocked against his palm and gripped his pads through his jersey.

Every inch of me reacted to him, wanting so much more of him. I tried to swivel and put myself in a better position to get his equipment off him. Any bit would do. Yet when I tried to move, he bit down near the back of my neck, holding me in place, and inserted a second digit into me.

I gasped, clawing at his shirt as if it made any difference with all the layers. My body blazed with pleasure. His hand slapped against me, hard and wet. Maddox finger fucked me with no mercy, and I reveled in it.

“Maddox… so close.” I tugged on his hair and brought his mouth back to mine to kiss him. His hips jerked in time with hishand, making the boxes quake. My bunched up jeans bound my ankles, but I spread my legs as far as they could go, needing him as deep as possible.

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