Page 67 of Knot So Sweet

I whimpered, feeling the heat pool between my thighs, and did as he said. His midnight eyes burned into me, raking over my form with the kind of hunger only an alpha could possess.

When I reached him, his crotch was at eye level, and I could see the hard ridge of his erection pressing against his jeans.He was hard for me.Knowing he wanted me made me feel powerful.

My mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, the urge to bury my face against his zipper nearly overwhelming. I glanced up, meeting his gaze, my breath catching at the intensity I saw there.

"That's it, baby." He patted his thigh again, a low growl vibrating in his chest. "Rest your head in my lap."

I obeyed, laying my head on his thigh, my cheek brushing against the rough fabric of his jeans. His fingers, thick and rough, slid into my hair, and he began massaging my scalp, his touch both gentle and possessive. The contrast made me shiver. As he began to pet me, his purr deepened, a vibration that settled deep in my bones.

"That's it, my sweet girl. Let your alpha take care of you."

Slowly, my body relaxed, though the ache inside me only grew sharper, more desperate. I'd never experienced this level of care before, and my eyes pricked with tears. I didn't understand why I was emotional.

Relief maybe?

Viper's fingers settled onto the back of my neck. "Look at me, Candice."

I lifted my head, my heart hammering in my chest as I found him holding a fork, a small bite of steak dangling from it. Confusion flickered through me—he wasn’t going to let me touch him? He wasn’t going to unzip his jeans and let me taste him? Instead, he was… feeding me?

"Eat." The word was an alpha bark, and my core thrilled at the demand. There was something deeply erotic about the way he said it, like this act of feeding me was as intimate as anything else we could do.

Slowly, I opened my mouth, accepting the bite, my lips brushing the tines of the fork as I took it in.

The steak was warm and savory, the juices flooding my senses, but it was the way he was watching me that made my insides twist with need. He wasn’t just feeding me—he was claiming me, one bite at a time.

But I still didn't understand why he wasn't just bending me over this table and fucking me?

"Don’t look so confused." Viper smirked, lifting a piece of bread to my lips. "I told you I wanted to see you eat." His gaze softened for just a second, an almost tender glint in his dark eyes that morphed into a smolder.

"You thought I was going to ask you suck me off, didn’t you?" His voice a husky whisper, laced with amusement.

I nodded.

"Trust me, I would love to see my cock stained with your lipstick, sweetheart," he chuckled. "But my instincts tell me you're starving and I have to make sure your needs are met first. Painting those pretty lips with my cum can happen later."

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I swallowed, my mouth going dry. His words were filthy, but it was the teasing note in his voice that made my chest tighten. He was playing with me—toyingwith me—and somehow, that was even more thrilling.

The bread was soft and warm, and I moaned at the taste, the sound escaping me before I could stop it. His eyes darkened at my reaction, his thumb brushing across my bottom lip as he offered me another bite of steak. "Is it good?"

I nodded, unable to find my voice. The spark of eagerness that surged through me as he fed me bite after bite made me crave not just the food, but him—all of him. Every piece, every part, every look. I needed it all.

After a few more bites, he lifted a glass of water to my lips. "Drink," he said softly, like he was taking care of me, not just commanding me. It was a foreign concept to me.

This time, I did so without hesitation, but a few drops spilled out the side, trickling down my chin. Before I could react, Viper’s fingers tightened around my collar, tugging me closer.

I gasped, a sharp whimper of surprise escaping me. My breath caught as his hot tongue flicked out, licking the droplet away. He trailed his tongue up my skin, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered into my ear.

"Seeing you at my feet is so damn beautiful, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and thick with want.

His grip on my collar was like fire, igniting a blaze through my body that burned deeper with each passing second. Every pull brought me closer, our breaths mingling in the scant space between us. My skin tingled. My pulse racing.

His lips brushed mine, teasingly close, but denying me the satisfaction of a kiss.

"But right now all I want is to bend you over this fucking table and make you scream my name."

His hand tugged on my collar again, and a rush of heat pooled in my core. My breath hitched, body trembling at the promise in his voice. He licks the corner of my mouth and when I turn to capture his lips, he leans just out of reach. I whimper in protest.

"Would you like that, sweetheart? You wanna be a good girl and let me take what’s mine?"

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