Page 90 of Knotting With A Stranger

Finally, the spasms subside. He lets out a long, shuddering breath, his body collapsing against the edge of the spa. He’s breathless, but a grin tugs on his lips. He releases his hold on me.

I pull away, my face flushed, and lick my lips. I look up at him, my heart still pounding.

“Well,” I say, breathless. “That was… intense.”

James stands, water sluicing down his body in rivulets that draw my attention. He’s still aroused, I notice, with a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. Before he can step out of the spa, another wave of heat pulses through me, causing my body to shudder involuntarily. A small sound escapes my throat—something between a gasp and a purr—and James turns back to me, eyebrow raised.

“I know that look,” he says. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face. “I’ve got what you need, little baker.” He slides back into the water and positions himself on the ledge, reaching out one hand toward me, fingers curled in invitation. “Come to me,” he says.

My body responds before my mind can catch up. I move through the water toward him as if pulled by an invisible thread, my limbs no longer under my conscious control.

“I couldn’t stay away if I tried,” I admit.

“Now you understand,” he states. “What they say about Alphas and Omegas—it’s not just biology. It’s something deeper.”

I nod, speechless for once. I do understand. All my life, I’ve prided myself on my independence, my control, and my ability to choose my own path. But with him, I’ve become a different person.

James guides me to straddle his lap as he sits on the ledge inside the tub, my knees on either side of his hips, his still erect cock right there. I rub myself against him, the sensation mesmerizing.

The position also puts us face to face, intimate in a way that makes my heart race.

“You did beautifully,” he says. “So perfect for me. So responsive.” The water sloshes gently around us. “And I know you are still sour about earlier and said we shouldn’t do anything,” he admits. “But I’m going to be a selfish asshole and need to fuck you now... forgive me... but I’m weak.” Something flashes in his storm-gray stare—vulnerability, need, a glimpse beneath the confident Alpha exterior that makes my breath catch.

“I want this more than anything,” I gasp, unable to think straight.

A flush of pleasure ripples through me. His other hand dips beneath the water, finding my pussy. When his fingers press between my folds, sliding over my clit, pinching me, I nearly come undone on the spot.

“James, more,” I say breathlessly, my head falling back.

“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice a dark caress. “Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you want this.”

His thumb circles my most sensitive spot, and I moan out loud, my hips bucking against his hand involuntarily. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he grasps my hips firmly, adjusting our position.

“Look at me,” he demands, and I force my heavy eyelids to open. His gaze is intense. “I want to see you when you take me. When you truly become mine.”

I’m balanced over his erection when he pushes down on my hips, my pussy spreading, taking him into me.

“Oh God,” I breathe, my fingers digging into his shoulders for purchase.

James groans, his grip moving my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “You feel incredible,” he reassures me.

“I wasn’t expecting to be turned on so quickly again,” I admit, trying to maintain some semblance of coherent thought as waves of pleasure wash over me.

He pushes into me deeper and deeper, water sloshing around my waist. He watches me with fierceness.

I try to say something that proves I’m still in control of myself, but all that comes out is a desperate moan as he shifts our angle slightly.

James chuckles, dark and knowing. “You try so hard to keep control,” he observes, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my damp hair. I pause on his lap, his cock deep inside me. “Let go, little baker. Let me look after you.”

I stare at him, something in his words striking a chord deep inside me. “I don’t know how,” I confess, the admission torn from some place vulnerable and hidden.

His expression softens, then he presses a surprisingly tender kiss to my collarbone. “Trust doesn’t come easy. But right now, in this moment, can you trust me to take care of you?”

I search his face for any sign of deception, any hint that this is just Alpha posturing. I remind myself he lied to me already, yet everything about him makes my heart skip.

“For now,” I whisper, the words feeling like a surrender and a victory all at once.

He grins. “I’ll take it,” he submits, and the words sink into me. “Now, hold on to me and let go of everything else.”

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