Page 108 of Knot Like Other Girls

"Bella," he warns, his voice constricted. "I'm close..."

I hum acknowledgment, picking up the pace. I want this. Want to taste him, to feel him come apart because of me. His hand tightens in my hair, not pulling but holding on like I'm his lifeline in a storm. His breathing grows more ragged, his thighs tensing beneath my hands.

When he finally comes, it's with a growl that vibrates through his entire body. I take everything he gives me, hands steady on his thighs as he shudders through his release. Only when he's completely spent do I pull away, pressing a final kiss to his hip before rising to my feet.

Cole's expression is dazed, his guard completely lowered for perhaps the first time since I've met him. "That was..." he starts, then stops, apparently at a loss for words.

I smile, reaching up to brush wet white hair from his forehead. "Good?"

He huffs a laugh, the sound rusty like he's forgotten how to make it. "Understatement."

Before I can respond, he's pulling me against his chest, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that makes it hard to breathe. I melt into him, my body humming with unresolved desire. One of his large hands slides down my back to cup my ass, the other tangling in my wet hair as he deepens the kiss.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing hard. Hunger has replaced the momentary satiation in Cole's gaze.

"Can I…?" he murmurs, his hand already sliding around my waist, fingertips teasing the sensitive skin of my lower abdomen.His grin sharpens wolfishly. "Although you do have four other Pack Vanguard alphas waiting out there—and I'm sure they're all borderline feral if they can smell and hear what we've been doing."

My cheeks heat at the thought. "True. We should probably finish showering," I say with a nervous laugh. "Before they send in a search party."

Cole snorts, but he reaches for the shampoo. "Turn around," he says. "Let me wash your hair."

I happily comply, surprised and touched by the offer. His massive hands are impossibly gentle as they work the shampoo into my scalp, strong fingers massaging away tension I didn't even realize I was carrying. Leaning back into his touch, a contented sigh escapes me.

"This is so nice," I murmur, eyes closed as the warm water and his attentive hands relax me further.

"Mmm," he agrees, his voice a low rumble.

We finish our shower together, taking turns helping each other rinse off. There's an easy rhythm to our movements now, as if we've been doing this dance for years instead of hours. It's both strange and wonderful, this newfound comfort with someone I barely knew days ago.

When we finally shut off the water, Cole reaches for a towel, wrapping it around my shoulders before grabbing one for himself. "Your clothes are probably still in the bedroom," he says as he secures his towel around his waist. "But..."

Looking up at him, I raise an eyebrow when he hesitates. "But what?"

"You could wear something of mine," he offers.

The thought of wearing Cole's clothes makes my heart do a little flip in my chest. It's such an alpha thing, wanting to see their omega in their clothes, surrounded by their scent. And apparently, it's something I want too.

"I'd like that," I say, smiling up at him.

A pleased rumble escapes him. He disappears into the bedroom, returning moments later with a black t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Both are clearly going to be comically large on me, but I take them gratefully.

"Thanks," I say, holding the bundle of fabric to my chest. "Um, do you mind...?"

Cole's eyes widen slightly before he turns abruptly, giving me privacy. It's almost amusing, this sudden attack of modesty after everything we've shared.

I drop my towel and pull on Cole's t-shirt, the soft fabric sliding over my skin like a caress. It smells like him, stone and pine. The shirt falls to mid-thigh, more like a dress than a shirt on my petite frame. The sweatpants are even more problematic, about ten sizes too big and threatening to fall off the second I let go of the waistband even though I tie the drawstring as tight as I can. The folded and pinched material fluffs the legs to a silly extent.

I laugh, the sound bouncing off the bathroom tiles. "Um, Cole, these pants are going to be a problem unless you have some suspenders handy."

He turns, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of me drowning in his clothes. For a moment, he just stares, something possessive flashing in his gaze.

"Maybe just the shirt?" I suggest, already stepping out of the sweatpants.

Cole swallows hard, watching as the pants puddle around my feet, leaving me in just his t-shirt. It falls to mid-thigh, decent enough to preserve my modesty but short enough to reveal a fair amount of leg.

"Is this okay?" I ask, suddenly self-conscious under his intense stare. I do a little spin that makes the shirt flare slightly. "I mean, I look ridiculous, right?"

Cole doesn't answer immediately. His jaw works, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he visibly struggles for words. "No," he says in a low growl that makes every hair on my body prickle. "You look like mine."

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