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We both gasp.

“Oh, no,” she grunts. “I mean, yeah, that’s your knot.”

I freeze at the feeling of the first few inches of her pussy spasming. “Fucking hell. Tell me you’re okay…”

It’s almost like her core is signaling to my knot that it’s time to inflate.

And it does.

I’ve never been locked inside someone, but the feeling is indescribable. She’s already so tight, it’s hard to comprehend that her body is able to stretch enough to accommodate my swelling knot.

I bump my cheek against hers as she trembles. “Are you good?”

“The best,” she slurs, digging her nails into my shoulders.

Relief washes over me at having confirmation this is okay. It would be impossible to pry us apart at this point, but I’ve been rougher than I should have.

“Keir!” Briar claws at my shoulders, grinding her hips. “Stop. I mean, stop not doing anything. I’m not going to break. What I need is for you to move…”

It’s so fucking much pleasure for so little movement. It almost becomes hard to breathe. My muscles coil tight to keep from acting like a caveman.

There’s no space, but my instincts scream to trap her under me and rut.

“Keir?” Briar asks, sounding unsure.

“I’ve never been locked inside someone. The connection…” I kiss the side of her head and wrap my arms around her back. “I’m right here with you. I’ve got you. You’re perfect, Briar. Do you know how incredible you feel? Because it’s taking my fucking breath away.”

Her face breaks into a smile. I can’t see it, but I can feel it against my throat. “Me too. It’s a lot. My chest got all warm and fuzzy. I’m floaty. Whoa, who knew knotting could feel like this?”

“Not me,” I assure her, moving to palm her head. My other forearm guides her to grind. “I thought it would be claustrophobic, but fuck me, pretty girl. I’d keep you locked on my knot and carry you around like this all day if it wouldn’t get us both arrested.”

“Okay, that’s actually hot.” She works her clit against my lower stomach, making my knot drag along her inner walls.

Keeping my arms wrapped tight around her back, I work on giving her the safe and confined feeling that her instincts crave while praising her every move.

She pulls her face free of my throat, and I stretch to meet her mouth.

It’s a slow and sensual kiss, but all-consuming as it builds.

Time seems to lose all meaning.

Her inner walls clamp down on my length, and I can’t hold back.

I paint her pussy with every drop of my cum as our tongues tangle.

I’m impressed I managed to keep myself from digging my teeth in, but I’m still overly sensitive when she starts bouncing on my knot again.

The fog slips in, and despite our inconvenient location, I lose myself to the haze of rut.

Chapter Twenty-One

Easton

Keir never takes his shift, meaning I have no choice but to drive after Calder. I let Calder sleep for a few hours, then put him to work finding us furniture that can be delivered today or, worst-case scenario, tomorrow.

I have no idea the accommodations we’ll be walking into. The pregnant woman Arden and his team are romantically involved with rented the house we’ll be staying in, but she’s only spent one night in it. Mostly because they tricked her into moving in with them, but also because the heat in the house is malfunctioning.

I have yet to inform my travel companions of that.

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