Page 36 of Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

"I can't." The admission tears from my throat. "God, I'm burning up. What's happening to me?"

"It's your heat, gorgeous." His hands slide down to grip my hips, pulling me against him. The hardness pressing against my stomach makes me whimper.

That's the last thing I want to hear, yet I feel like I can't pull myself away from him if I tried. Yet part of me wants to try.

"Tell me you don't want this." His thumb traces my bottom lip, his eyes dark with want. "Tell me to walk away."

Instead, I bite his thumb lightly, drawing a growl from deep in his chest.

"I want you to make me forget everything except your name."

He kisses me again, harder this time, more demanding. His tongue is long and smooth as he licks against my lips, then he invades my mouth, his body hard against my body, his hips grinding hard against me. My back hits the wall, and I wrap one leg around his waist, trying to get closer, needing more friction. His hand slides under my thigh, hitching me higher.

We kiss like feral things, so sexual, so wet, a moan in my throat. I claw at him, needing more.

"You're going to destroy me," he growls against my mouth. "Do you have any idea what you fucking do to me? How much I want to ram into you right here?"

His words burn me up, making me rock against him with desperate need. "Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for as I try to make sense of everything through my sex-starved, fogged brain.

Through the haze of desire, I hear distant voices, fair workers or security making their rounds, but right now, I don't care if we get caught. Don't care about anything except Garrett's hands on my skin and the way he makes every warning voice in my head go blissfully silent.

For the first time in my life, I understand why Mom kept going back to Dad, even after the worst fights. This pull, this need… it's like gravity. Like drowning. Like flying.

Garrett's hand presses into the wall behind me, his other hand sliding over my breast, kneading, pinching my nipple. I moan, and my whole body thrums with desire, desperation, and fire. The growl in his voice sends shivers down my spine, awakening something primal I didn't know lived inside me. I can't stop the whimper that escapes when he pulls back, my fingers twisting desperately in his shirt to keep him close.

"Just kiss me again," I plead, hating the neediness in my voice but past caring. His laugh is rough, almost pained, and the sound shoots straight through me.

"If I kiss you right now, I won't stop." The raw hunger in his words makes me weak. "And sweetheart, when I finally make you mine, it won't be against some elf house where anyone could interrupt." But he's leaning closer even as he says it until we're breathing the same heated air, and my body arches toward him of its own accord, seeking more. My nipples are so taut, they hurt, desperate for his touch.

"I don't ca—" I start to say, but he cuts me off with a sound that's almost feral. The strain in that sound, the savagery, only feeds the flame burning under my skin.

"Right now, I'm hanging onto my control by a thread."

It feels like he's taking all the oxygen with him when he's not kissing me. My body aches with an emptiness I never knew existed before him, and I hate how much I need him to fill it. Hate how much sense it suddenly makes why people risk everything for this feeling. Why they burn their whole worlds down just to feel it again.

Yet, here I am, on my knees in moments in front of him, my breaths coming too fast, and I have no control of myself. I know what I want, and he's standing in front of me.

"Dammit," he grinds out as I pull at his belt, then at the buttons on his jeans. "Seeing you on your knees is going to kill me."

I grin up at him, nibbling on the corner of my lower lip as I tug down on his jeans and boxers, his huge cock bouncing out. A purr strokes my throat at the sight. I wasn't prepared for his size, that thick vein running down his length, or the beads on the tip of his cock. And my sights set on the thick knot at the base of his erection, the one that swells once inside of me, keeping us locked. I’ve never been with an Alpha before, but my initial thoughts are… how am I supposed to fit that inside my pussy?

"Kiss me on the tip,” he asks with almost a command, distracting my thoughts.

"You'll be my first," I admit while reaching out to curl my fingers around his erection.

He hisses, his hand running through my hair.

"Fuck, you're saying I'll be the first dick to ever be in your mouth?"

I nod, and his breath speeds up. There's something wonderful about seeing such a strong man lose control over me.

Not being shy, I lean in and slip my lips over his tip, tasting his saltiness.

"That's it, slide deeper." His hand is on the back of my head now, and I sense his pressure.

Keeping my mouth tight around him, I take more of his cock into my mouth, and I'm not sure if I can fit all of it in.

As if he can sense my concern, he pushes my head closer to him, sliding himself deeper still.

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