Page 53 of Knot Beneath the Mistletoe

“I think I do.” The words come out breathy, desperate. “I want this. I want you.”

His response is a kiss that makes my toes curl, passionate yet still somehow tender. He kisses me like I’m precious, as if I’m his, as though he’s been waiting his whole life to find me.

“You’ll regret this,” my mother’s voice whispers in my head.

As Knox’s arms tighten around me and his mouth moves to that sensitive spot across my collarbone, I know with absolute certainty that she’s wrong. For the first time in my life, something feels completely, perfectly right.

16

KNOX

There isn’t a man alive on this planet who could resist a temptation like Ruby.

I have her pinned against the glass wall, the light dim in the gondola, concealing me and my beautiful Omega from anyone down on the field. She’s trembling in my arms and actually fucking purring, a sound that shoots straight to my balls. I’m so hard, I’m in agony. Her scent is everywhere, sweet and wild with the edge of her approaching heat, mixing with the lingering traces of clementine perfume. It’s taking every shred of control I possess not to completely lose my mind.

“Your heart’s racing,” she murmurs against my throat as I hold her in place, one hand against the wall over her shoulder.

I trace my tongue down to the valley of her breasts where her dress dips low, revealing that gorgeous cleavage, and I’m rewarded by the way she shivers.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Ruby? Any fucking clue?”

“Show me,” she challenges.

Fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me.

“Careful what you wish for, pretty girl.” My voice comes out like gravel. “I might not be as nice as you think I am.”

She tugs my hair, forcing me to look at her, and those amber eyes are dark with need. “Maybe I don’t want nice.”

Something snaps inside me. I capture her mouth in a kiss that’s all possession and hunger, swallowing her gasp of surprise. My hand tangles in her hair, angling her head just how I want it, and the little whimper she makes nearly breaks my control completely.

My other hand slides to her hip and lower to the high slit in her dress. Dipping under the fabric, my fingers trace a line to her thin underwear to where she’s drenched between her thighs. Exactly where I crave to be.

“How about I finger that needy little pussy, pretty girl? I’ve been dying to touch you.”

“I want…” she pants, her body trembling. “I need…”

“Don’t worry, leave it to me.” I slip a finger under the elastic of her panties, and with a sudden tug, I rip them right off her.

She cries out, startled with enlarged eyes, but she doesn’t fight me. I tuck her panties into my back pocket, quickly moving my hand back under her skirt.

She’s nibbling on her lower lip, staring at me deviously, her eyes fogged with sex. Her heat is moving so fast, I’m surprised she doesn’t have an Alpha mate already, helping her prepare. Except that’s my job now, and I’m the luckiest fucking man alive.

I run the tips of my fingers across shaved pussy, so soft, so wet.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.”

Her breaths are coming fast, her chest moving rapidly, and she follows my order immediately, widening her stance. I love seeing her lost to her heat and her face flushing.

Staring into her eyes, wanting to study her reaction, I slide two fingers between her folds to where she’s burning hot, sticky, and ready for me.

Exhaling loudly, she arches her head back, her chest pushing toward me, and I can’t resist. With my free hand, I curl my fingers around the V of her neckline and tug it aside, along with her bra, revealing the most beautiful breast. I repeat on the other side, needing them both out. She’s very curvy, overflowing in my hand, and I fucking love them. My cock’s throbbing in my pants, and it takes every inch of me not to rip him out and fuck her right now. But for our first time, it won’t be here, especially if I’m going to knot… and fuck me, I need to knot her.

Her puckered tits—with sexy large areolas so pink, they’re almost pale—are bouncing slightly with every movement of the cable car.

“Knox,” she purrs like she can’t form words.

“Yes, my sweet,” I answer, leaning in and licking a nipple before taking it into my mouth. She tastes like candy. My fingers press deeper along her pussy, finding her entrance, and I don’t wait. I push two fingers into her, her walls clamping around them quickly.

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