Page 44 of Monster's Mistake

“You really want me to say it?”

“Not a fan of dirty talk, Meic? You surprise me,” I tease.

He chuckles. “I suppose I was thinking about it in more clinical terms.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” The knot seems to swell again, making me think about what it’ll feel like inside me. My desire deepens even further.

Meic shivers. “You want to know?”

I meet his gaze. “Yes.”

“I think I’m harder now than when I was made of stone,” he murmurs, his breathing coming a little erratically as I continue to explore.

“Tell me about the knot, Meic,” I say, teasing it with my fingers.

He clears his throat. “You’re making it very hard to focus on anything.”

“Meic.”

“Right. Yes. The knot.” He sucks in a breath as I find a particularly sensitive spot. “So once we’re...you know...”

I stop what I’m doing and pull my hand back, causing an expression of disappointment to cross Meic’s face.

“Why did you stop?” he asks.

“Because the way you’re talking makes it sound likeyouhaven’t done this before.”

He clears his throat. “I suppose I haven’t. With the knot, I mean.”

“I thought you said that it wasn’t going to be possible to go back once you’re inside me?”

“It’s not going to be,” he says, taking a deep breath and reaching out to trail a finger over my bare shoulder. “I can control it most of the time. But I just know I’m not going to be able to this time. You’re my fated mate, Nati. You’ve been driving me crazy for months, there’s no way I’m going to be able to stop the knot from swelling and anchoring me inside you.”

I suck in a sharp breath. “You think you’re going to lose control?”

“I know I’m going to,” he responds. He leans in and kisses my neck. “You’re beautiful, and sexy, and you’ve occupied all of my thoughts. You don’t know how many nights I’ve spent imagining what it would be like to be inside you. To let go and know that we’re going to fit together so perfectly.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do,” he responds. “How can we not when you’re as captivating as you are?”

“Enough smooth talking. Unless you’re going to tell me how the knot works. Though I’m just as open to you showing me.”

“Is that so?” His breath tickles against my lips.

“Yes. You’ve made me wait long enough.” I reach down between us and find him again. “You’re harder than before.”

“You just said you want me to show you how my knot works, what did you think would happen?”

My lips quirk up into a smile. “So, show me.”

For a moment, I think he’s going to stall again, but instead, he rolls over and grabs a foil packet.

“Is that going to work?” I murmur.

He nods. “Specially made. I can show you the box...”

“Later,” I murmur. My breathing is already ragged, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

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