Page 65 of Knot So Sweet

"No, you’re not a damsel in distress. You’re a wildcat, and that makes you all the more irresistible."

She turned her head slightly, allowing the barest brush of her cheek against my lips. It was electric, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

"Viper," she said my name like a plea. And for a moment I picture her crying out my name—my real name—as she climaxed around my knot.

I lean closer, my breath warm against her cheek, a tease just enough to push her boundaries. "Yes sweetheart, beg me for it." My smirk grew, daring her to step closer to the flames. To let me be the one who drew those breathy cries from her lips.

"Let go for me and I promise you won't regret it."

The air between us thickened, the tension coiling tighter like a loaded spring. I could see the struggle within her, the way her breath hitched and her eyes darkened with desire. She wanted this, but she was scared—of me, of the feelings spiraling between us, of what it meant to surrender.

"Viper, stop," she said, but the command lacked conviction.

"Why?" I challenged, pulling back slightly to gauge her reaction. Her lips were slightly parted, breathless, and I could see the flush creeping across her cheeks. "What are you afraid of?"

"Heartbreak. Disappointment. Pain. I hardly know you, Viper," she admitted. The vulnerability in her voice was unbearable.

She was right. I wanted her to let go, to trust me enough to take that leap into the unknown. But I hadn't done the same for her had I?

I wasn’t just an alpha, president of the Steel Serpents MC. I was a man with a past, scars that ran deeper than the skin, and fears I rarely spoke of.

My heart twisted at her words, the vulnerability in her voice hitting me hard. I lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. "You’re everything I want, Candi. More than I ever imagined. And you're right," I finally said, the gravity of her words weighing heavily on my chest. "And if I want you to give me your trust I need to earn it."

A flicker of surprise crossed her face, and I seized the moment, stepping even closer, invading her personal space, letting my instincts guide me. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to hold back when you’re this close. I need you to understand, Candi. This isn’t just about fucking you—though the mere thought of filling you with my knot is driving me wild. It’s about a bond. A pack."

I paused, the memories rushing back. "I never had a good childhood. My mother died when I was too young. My sister was killed by the Hounds. Her death forced me to step in as a father figure for my nephew."

"Vaughn."

I nodded.

I tucked her hair behind her ear. "I need you to see that this is more than just a scent match. I’m offering you a part of myself, Candice—a chance to build somethingreal. Take that leap with me."

"Viper…"

"Victor," I corrected.

And before she could respond, I brushed my lips against hers, a mere whisper of contact, testing the waters. My heart raced, a mix of desire and caution coursing through me.

She didn’t pull away, and I took that as a sign, deepening the kiss, letting the heat envelop us.

It was tentative at first, our lips moving together in a rhythm that felt like we'd done this dance a thousand times. My hands tangled in her hair, drawing her closer, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against me, igniting the flames of need that had been smoldering for far too long.

But just as the kiss grew deeper, I forced myself to stop. Panting as I rested my forehead against hers. "Say it," I growled against her throat. "Say. My. Name."

Her breath was ragged, her body trembling against me, but she still held onto that defiance. "Victor," she whispered as I kissed a path along her jaw.

"FUCK," I growled, the sound rumbling in my chest. "Hearing you say my name…" I trailed off with a groan, kissing her again. She tilted her head back, inviting me in, saying everything I needed to know.

She was mine.

Chapter 29

Candi

Victor.

He told me his name. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I hadn’t expected him to share anything sopersonal with me, and yet here we were, teetering on the edge of something monumental. And I found myself wanting to give him a little trust back.

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