Page 45 of Knot Only His

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I grab him so quickly by his neck he chokes as my hand wraps around it. “Don’t you dare say one more word.”

“It’s okay, Carver. Just ignore him. He's an idiot.”

I squeeze a little harder before I push him away and then take her hand, but as we walk to my car I turn to Harry, and slide my finger across my throat.

The swallow on his throat is satisfyingly visible.

We reach my car, and once she is locked inside, my inner alpha relaxes. I take her in my arms again and kiss her as the world around us fades away.

“Carver—” she gasps as our lips part.

There’s an undeniable hunger for more.

She leans closer again. And as I gaze into Harlow’s eyes, searching for the truth. I want to know if what we’ve shared is as meaningful to her as it is to me.

Our gaze locks as the two of us realize that this time it’s not revenge, that this time we are entering forbidden territory–and staying there.

There’s not anything or anyone in the world that will stop me.

And I don’t care who it hurts.

“I’ll take you home.” I’m sure I see a sigh as I start the engine.

“How did you know where I was?” she asks on the journey.

I stare ahead, not wanting her to see the lie I was about to tell. “Lucky guess. I was passing when I heard him shout your name.”

I can hardly tell her I’ve been stalking her this past week.

Outside her building, I park the car and turn off the engine.

I really should wait for her to invite me upstairs. But I don’t. I rush to her side of the car, open the door, and hold out my hand. She takes it and we walk into the building.

“Thank you,” she says when we reach her apartment door.

“For ruining your date?” I reply.

“He ruined it all by himself.”

“Are you inviting me in?” I ask, stepping closer, taking her hand as she watches every slow step.

When she shakes her head, I walk her backward until her body is flush against the wall. We stare at each other for a heartbeat before my lips crash against hers again. I part her lips with my tongue. She slides her tongue over mine. And she is kissing me back like nobody else matters.

We don't stop kissing when my hands grip her hips, and I pick her up. She has no choice but to wrap her legs around my waist, caging her between me and the wall.

My lips leave hers as we stare at each other.

My hand strokes from her hip, over her waist, her breast. She gasps. Up again until my hand rests at the base of her neck.

“I’m going to give you everything, Harlow.” I smile.

She pants heavily, and her eyes are silently begging me for more. Goosebumps pop over my skin, and my heartbeat pounds in my ears.

“More,” I say, pressing my length against her core.

She whimpers, emitting a scent that she denies but is so very real and makes me harder again.

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