Page 50 of Whatever It Takes

We skipped a lot of important steps, but with how hot she is, I’m not going to put off slipping inside her. Once she’s not burning up, I’ll spend hours teasing and tantalizing every inch of her skin.

I’m already soaked in her slick, making it easy for her to sink onto my crown.

It’s intense.

She scalds my skin, but it’s not more than I can handle. The way her inner walls ripple like they’re searching for a knot… That part takes my goddamn breath away.

A naughty whimper vibrates out of her swollen lips, echoing around the confined space.

Fucking hell.

This wasn’t how this was supposed to go, and I don’t just mean physically.

I wanted to court her properly. At the very least, I wanted to have enough time to ask if she was open to courting and give her a single gift. There’s no way I’d let her suffer just to feed some altruistic idea of how things are meant to progress.

My forearm lands in the indent above her hip, and my free hand flattens on her back to help her grind down over mythrobbing cock. She’s so fucking tight it seems impossible that she’ll ever be able to reach my knot. My instincts scream to toss her down and rut into her, but that’s not an option, due to the limited space we’re working with.

I can’t even force her legs farther apart.

“God, Keir, you’ve got so much dick.” Her long dark lashes fan over her cheeks as she shivers.

Briar is stunning—the kind of beautiful that makes my chest tight when I study her for too long, because I know I’m never going to deserve her.

Unluckily for her, I’m not a good guy.

I’m going to hold on tight with both hands and chase her sexy little ass down if she ever tries to leave me.

“Eyes on mine,” I say, giving her hair a tug.

Her bluish-gray eyes pop open as her teeth dig into her lower lip. “So good…” She continues mumbling, but I can’t make out any of her words.

I pull her face close to mine, using her hair as leverage. “You’re burning up. Don’t worry, we’re going to get you locked on my knot. I just have one question.”

She blinks slowly and finally nods.

“Can I court you?”

Her hazy eyes squint, almost like she’s trying to process my words. A few seconds pass, and a lazy smile crosses her face. “Yeah, I want that.”

“Good, now come on my cock a few times.”

“Earth-shattering orgasms count as courting gifts.” She groans, her head falling back. That fucking shirt is still covering all the good parts, but the way her warm, wet walls wring my cock is a solid distraction. “Court me through awesome sex. Lots of orgasms count, you know.”

I chuckle.

She’s fucking adorable. The fog has set in, and I try not to let myself worry that she’ll regret this once she’s clear.

Goddammit.

I really wanted to take things at a respectable pace, but the way her skin burns mine is a reminder that’s not possible.

“You’ve gotta let me in.” I growl, releasing her hair to slide a hand under the shirt. She’s soaked, and my fingers slip and slide around aimlessly as she wiggles her hips. “Oh, sweet girl,” I groan, trying to shake away the fog.

Even the edges of my vision are hazy, and every sensation is heightened in a way that’s hard to understand.

Brushing my fingers over her slick cunt and being able to feel where I disappear inside her… My canines pulse painfully, and my instincts scream that now is the perfect time to strike.

She wants my knot, so she’s likely to accept my bite. My fucked-up thoughts won’t shut up as they try to convince me to act.

---