Page 17 of Knot My Luck

She clutches at me, her fingers dragging over my skin, her body writhing beneath mine, arching up, pulling me deeper, the heels of her feet digging into the backs of my thighs like she needs more.

“Fuck me, Alpha,” she gasps, her breath hitching on a needy little sob. “ Knot. Bite. Please.”

A violent shudder rips through me.

My instinctssnarlat the plea, my teeth aching, my canines throbbing with the need to sink into the soft, delicate place where her neck meets her shoulder. Toclaim. Tobond.

I force my jaw tight, my muscles locking up. “Red.” My voice is guttural, torn from deep in my chest. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

She doesn’t. She thinks she does, but she doesn’t know what it would mean if I bit her now.

She doesn’t realise she’s mine. That I know she’s mine. That I could Bond her right here, right now, and she’d never be able to walk away.

We’re still strangers. Wecan’tbond. Not like this. She’d end up hating me.

She squirms beneath me, panting, nails raking over my shoulders and biceps. “Don’t care.” Her voice is frantic, pleading. “Need. Alpha. Please. I-I need you.”

I grip her hips, holding her still, trying to catch my breath, trying to fight the primal, overwhelming urge to give her exactly what she’s begging for.

Because fuck, My alpha wants to.Iwant to.

I want to tear her apart with pleasure, want to fill her, lock her down with my knot, mark her so no one else will ever mistake her for anything but mine.

But she doesn’t understand.

She’s running on instinct, drowning in her heat, and I can’t let her make a choice she doesn’t fullyunderstand.

“I can’t,” I rasp, pressing my forehead against hers, my chest heaving. “Not like this.”

She whines, her hands fisting in my hair, her body arching, still desperate, still pushing for more.

“Please,” she whimpers. “Please, Lorcan. I need it.”

And fuck, her saying my name like that, all breathless and broken, nearly undoes me.

I groan, my hands gripping her hips tighter, forcing myself to focus. “I’ll give you what you need, baby.” My voice is rough, shaky with restraint. “I’ll take care of you. But I won’t bond you. Not like this.”

She sobs, twisting beneath me, her scent spiking, all honeyed desperation and frustration. “Then knot me,” she begs. “Please. Please, Alpha. Knot.”

My vision blurs for a second, instincts threatening to take over.

I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t give her this.

But she’s trembling, her body locked tight with need, andfuck, I can’tnot.

“Yeah, baby,” I rasp, pushing in deep, feeling the way she shudders around me, so tight, so hot. Mine. “I’ve got you.”

I grip her hips, holding her down as she writhes beneath me, her body slick with sweat, her pupils so blown they swallow nearly all the colour of her eyes. She’s lost to it – completely at the mercy of her heat, of me.

Mine.

The thought pulses through me like a drumbeat, primal and raw, and it takes everything I have not to give in to the instinct clawing at my gut. Not yet.

She’s still teetering on the edge, still aching, still desperate, her whimpers growing more frantic with every slow, deep thrust.

“More,” she gasps, nails digging into my shoulders, her legs tightening around me. “Please, Alpha, please?—”

I grip her thighs and spread her wider, pressing in deeper, making sure she feels me, making sure I brush right up against the spot that has her keening. “I know, baby,” I soothe, lips skimming over her jaw, her throat. “I’ve got you.”

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