Page 65 of Hard Knot

It’s as if she can read my thoughts.

She pauses, her mouth leaving me with a soft pop that makes me groan. Her voice is soft, teasing, as she speaks.

“Curious about what I look like, Alpha?”

I swallow hard, my voice rough as I reply.

Go along with it because I’d love a descriptive visual.

“Describe yourself.”

She hums, her hands resting lightly on my thighs as she begins.

“Platinum blonde hair, tied up in a messy bun. Blue eyes…bright, but with a bit of an edge, but I switch it up and wear brown or black contacts to match my attire. Skin that’s fair but not pale, with a hint of a sun-kissed glow.” Her fingers trail upward, teasing the sensitive skin just below my navel.

“I’m not tall, but I’ve got long legs and curvy hips. A dancer’s build, toned but soft where it matters.” Her voice dips lower, more intimate. “And tattoos. Lots of them. Illegal, of course. Vivid designs that stretch across my skin, telling stories I’ve never shared aloud.”

That confession sends a shiver through me, making me feel somewhat relatable for the first time in a long while. It’s hard to meet someone who appreciates the work of ink on one’s flesh, especially when they don’t know exactly where those uniquely carved designs are on your body.

Where they’re hidden for good reason.

Her lips brush against me again, a feather-light tease that makes my breath hitch.

“Oh, and my lips?” she continues, her voice tinged with amusement. “A dark red. Had to reapply after a certain someone smudged it earlier.”

Carter’s huff of amusement breaks through the haze, but before he can say anything, Victoria interjects, her tone dripping with disdain.

“Why are you describing yourself like a narcissist?”

Elizabeth’s laugh is soft, yet confident.

“I want to give my Alpha the perfect visual of me before he nuts in my mouth,” she says in a matter-of-fact tone that only makes my cock twitch.

Her voice lowers to a whisper, laced with wicked intent.

“And I want him to wish he could see all of it pooling in the hollow depths of my mouth.”

I feel the air shift, her presence consuming me once more as her hands return to my length. The anticipation is unbearable, and the thought of what’s coming next sends a jolt of heat through my veins.

My cock throbs in response, already painfully hard, and I grit my teeth to keep from reacting further. Then her mouth closes over the head of my length, and my composure shatters like glass.

The first sensation is heat.

Wet, scorching heat that envelops me as her lips glide down, taking me deeper with agonizing slowness. Her mouth is soft and supple, and when her tongue presses against the sensitive underside of my shaft, I can’t help the low groan that escapes me. She moves deliberately, her lips creating a tight seal as she begins to suck, the wet sounds echoing in my heightened hearing like a sinful symphony.

My fingers twitch against the armrests, itching to grab her, to steady myself, but I don’t move.

Not yet.

Her movements are calculated, and deliberate.

She takes me deeper, her throat tightening slightly around my length before pulling back, letting her tongue swirl around the head of my cock. The sensation sends sparks shooting up my spine, and I can feel the sweat gathering at my temples, my breathing uneven.

I’ve experienced this before —countless times, in fact. Omegas eager to please, to prove they could bring me to theedge. Most did it out of pity, their voices dripping with false sweetness as they whispered things like,Poor Alpha, I’m sure you need this more than anyone else.They thought they were saving me, their kindness a balm to the curse of my blindness.

But Abercrombie? She’s different.

There’s no pity here. No pretense.

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