Page 78 of Knotting With A Stranger

I’ve gone from believing something was wrong with me — from wondering why my Omega side never reacted the way it was supposed to, why no Alpha ever stirred more than fleeting interest — to suddenly feeling everything all at once. And not for one Alpha... but three. The thought leaves me breathless and a wild mix of nerves.

What if I can’t handle it? What if this is too much, too fast?

But underneath the anxiety, there’s a flicker of relief. Because I’ve wanted this. The hunger that’s been gnawing at me since I walked into this cabin, the tension simmering just beneath my skin. I can’t deny it anymore.

“I’ve been with a guy before but felt almost nothing,” I confess. “When we were together... it was fine but never intense. Never overwhelming. I thought maybe I just had a low sex drive.”

“It wasn’t your path.” His fingers trace my collarbone, leaving fire in their wake.

His voice dips lower, rough with promise.

“Don’t worry, cute angel. We will do things to you that you’ll never forget.”

My breath stutters. Those words should terrify me, and maybe once, they would have. But now? Now I’m burning for exactly that.

Heat pools between my legs at his promise.

“God, it’s getting worse,” I gasp, feeling a cramp roll through my abdomen. “I need… I don’t know what I need.”

That’s a lie. I know exactly what I need. I need to be fucked, claimed, taken. The thought should terrify me, but instead, it sends another wave of heat through my core.

I shift against him restlessly, my hips moving of their own accord, seeking friction against the hardness pressing into my lower back. His arm tightens around my waist, stilling my movements.

“Easy,” he murmurs, but I can hear the strain in his words. “Let’s not rush.”

“I can’t help it,” I whimper, my body betraying me with every passing moment. “It’s like there’s this... beast inside me. And it’s getting stronger.”

Behind us, the storm continues to rage, snow piling against the small window high on the laundry room wall. We’re trapped here, all of us, for who knows how long.

Hunter’s breathing changes, growing deeper and more controlled. His scent sharpens, too, becoming more potent, and I realize he’s fighting his own battle against ravaging me this very moment.

I turn to face him, needing to see his expression.

His eyes have changed, pupils wide, with only a thin ring of gold around the edges. The warm amber has darkened to something more primal, more dangerous.

I reach up to touch his face, drawn to the intensity I see there.

He captures my wrist and brings it to his mouth, his teeth grazing my pulse point. The sensation shoots straight to my pussy, covered in tingles, making me gasp.

“I can easily forget myself around you,” he confesses. “The kind that makes me want to kill any strangers for looking at you.”

The darkness in his eyes promises both pleasure and pain, and I should be scared by the possession I see there. Instead, I find myself leaning into it, longing for it.

“Maybe I want you to forget yourself,” I challenge, my own tone barely recognizable—husky, demanding.

His grip tightens on my wrist, his stare darkening.

“I’m so tired of being careful,” I whisper. “Of being controlled. Of feeling nothing.” I press closer to him, my free hand sliding up his chest to curl around the back of his neck. “Make me feel something, Hunter. Make me forget everything but this.”

His control snaps with an almost audible sound. His mouth crashes down on mine, hard and demanding, nothing like the gentle kiss we shared during the game. This is possession, claiming, devouring. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I open to him willingly, eagerly.

The taste of him is intoxicating, amplifying the fever in my blood. My body responds with a rush of heat and wetness between my thighs. I moan into his mouth, pressing closer, needing more contact, more friction, more of everything.

His hands are everywhere—tangling in my hair, sliding down my back, gripping my hips. He rolls us so I’m beneath him, his weight a delicious pressure pinning me to the nest I’ve created. The feeling of being surrounded by him—his scent, his heat, his strength—feeds something raw inside me.

He breaks the kiss to trail his lips down my neck, teeth biting the sensitive skin where my pulse pounds. I arch against him, offering more access, tilting my head in a gesture of submission that comes naturally, instinctively.

“Mine,” he growls against my throat, the word buzzing through my skin.

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