Page 15 of Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

My nipples tighten against my shirt as he gently nudges my thighs apart, leaning in, and his fingers pry me open, the others pinching my clit.

My breath catches in my throat, my body tensing up. I've played with men before, but it was never serious. Yet, I've never felt like I was about to self-combust before.

Then his mouth is pressing against me, pushing his tongue between my folds.

A moan bursts past my lips, and I lean against the shelves, gripping them like I might fall over. Two hungry fingers slip into me as his tongue flicks my clit. My hips rock to the rhythm of his fingers working in and out of me.

I squirm while he makes sexy slurpy sounds, lips clasping my pussy, fingers pushing into me. More moans roll over my throat.

Somehow, a slice of sanity still remains to remind me that I shouldn't draw attention from anyone upstairs, seeing I've left the door to the basement open.

Fuck!

It's the same moment his fingers curl inside me to a spot so specific, so electrifyingly perfect, I cry out as a shuddering climax tears through me. It comes so fast, I'm seeing stars while Garrett removes his fingers and licks my hole like he can't get enough of my juices. I'm soaking wet, trembling, all those endorphins rippling through me. I'm in damn love with the way he laps at me, taking quick jerks and devouring me.

He grunts, keeping me spread, not releasing me. The sound turns me on as flutter after flutter rolls across my pussy.

Squirming against me, I'm floating, holding onto the shelves, struggling for breath.

Coming down from my high, I can't stop smiling.

"That was incredible."

He breaks away and gets to his feet, towering over me, his mouth and chin glistening. His body is pressed up against me, his fat cock nestled against my stomach. Now that's all I can think about—him pushing inside, spreading me, making me cry out.

"You're so wet, so sweet, so fucking ready," he whispers, and it should scare me, but I'm still smiling, desperate for everything he offers. His eyes darken to forest green, wide with hunger, but there's something else crossing his expression.

Should I be concerned?

"My sweet Ruby," he whispers, voice rough, my heady scent all over his mouth. "Did you know you're starting to come into your heat?"

Ice floods my veins even as my body burns hotter. "What?"

"BOSS LADY!" Ash's voice suddenly booms from upstairs, making me jump. "Need a hand up here!"

"No." I push against Garrett's chest, panic rising. "You're wrong. That doesn't happen. I don't get heats. I haven't had one?—"

"It happens when you meet your scent match." His voice is gentle, but his eyes burn with possession. I know he's right, but I'm struggling to admit it to myself. "When you find your Alpha."

Terror and desire war in my chest. This can't be right. I'm not ready to succumb to an Alpha, to have them control me, everything I've fought for. My head's swimming with too much confusion to make sense of everything he's saying.

"I have to go." My voice shakes as I duck under his arm, lowering my dress, my legs like jelly. "Customers… I need to…"

"Ruby, wait!" He reaches for me, and the raw need in his voice almost breaks my resolve.

"No!" It comes out sharper than intended. "No, you're wrong. This isn't. I'm not…"

I flee up the stairs, leaving him in the darkness with the taste of him still on my lips, panic clawing at my throat, and drenched. That's when I realize I left my underwear behind, but I can't bring myself to go back. My body screams to return to him, to let him claim me, to submit to what every instinct says is right.

But it also terrifies me to lose control so easily.

Heat. Alpha. Mate.

The words echo in my head along with something else...

What if he's the one… the answer to my Marcus problem? Am I ready to take on a mate so quickly for the sake of the bar? I feel torn on the inside, hating the fear that comes over me when it comes to my feelings toward Marcus.

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