Page 51 of Whatever It Takes

Do not fuck this up!

Trust takes time to build and only moments to decimate.

I exhale heavily and focus on staying in the moment. “That’s it. You’re doing so well—taking me perfectly. Just a little more, and you’ll be down to my knot.” Finally smartening up, I tug the shirt off her and dispose of it haphazardly.

Briar is bare underneath it, and her heavy tits bounce with each rise and fall she makes on my length. Seeing my shaft wet with her slick leads to an entirely different feeling of satisfaction. I’m going to paint her in my cum until she scents so deeply of me that no other alpha would think to look at her twice.

Fuck me.

I think I’m on the edge of going feral.

“More, Keir, please!” She nods, and her long hair falls over her shoulders.

“I’ve got you, gorgeous.”

This position isn’t working.

She can’t get enough of me inside her to get close to taking my knot, despite what I said to encourage her.

I’ve been mostly lying down but partially propped up in the back corner of the seat. I sit up completely, pulling my legs down and putting them on the floorboard before sitting back against the seat.

“Let me help.” My hands wrap around her luscious ass, lifting and dropping her as I buck up into her. “See, sweetheart? If you need something, all you have to do is ask.”

Briar melts into my chest, and begging moans spill against my skin.

I need to get her there fast, so I make sure to grind her clit into my pelvis with each thrust. Slick drips down the remaining inches of my length that she hasn’t managed to take, and I can’t see it, but it feels like it pools around my balls.

Easton will never be rid of the sex smell in his SUV.

I smirk.

Serves his ass right.

Briar moves her face to the crook of my neck. She sucks and nibbles at my skin, which is dangerous.

The nearly overpowering urge to claim her washes through my system again.

Her pheromones are so thick, the scent has to qualify as a perfume.

It does my head in.

All rational thought disappears, and I begin to fuck up into her with little care for whether her body is ready to accommodate me.

It’s a dick move.

I heard what Jameson said, and with the little I know about the mob world, I don’t have any trouble believing his words were true.

I don’t believe that fucker was capable of sweet sex, and I’m not in any better of a position to teach her that not all alphas are the same.

I make a silent vow that when the haze of rut isn’t so close to the surface, I’m going to woo the fuck out of her and take my time.If I’m not careful, I’m afraid I’ll end up acting like one of those rabid alphas that have to be put down.

“Right there,” she mumbles, nodding wildly. “That’s what I need. More of this!”

The feeling of her lower lips brushing my knot doesn’t help my composure, and I bite my cheek to keep from doing something stupid like biting her without her consent.

Briar’s begging moans give way to sobbing demands. Knowing she wants me as much as I ache for her makes me feel like a fucking king.

My instincts scream to give her whatever she needs, but I drop her especially hard, and my knot slips inside her opening.

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