Page 36 of Alpha Unbound

Kate crawls up the bed—provocatively, sensually—and lies on her back, propped on her elbows, legs spread, watching me with curious, aroused eyes.

"So tell me about the alpha knot I've heard about..."

I grin. "A holdover from our most primal stage of life. In wolf-shifters, only the alpha male can form a knot and force it up into his beloved..."

I growl low in my throat, the sound vibrating against her skin, watching as her body responds and her arousal increases.

The knot. It was the manifestation of an alpha male, nature’s way of claiming—of making sure no one else could ever have her. The knot would form at the base of my cock and then swell once it had been forced inside her, locking us together, sealing our bond in the most primal, intimate way. There’d be no pulling away, no escape, just raw, consuming connection.

It was feral. It was sacred, and it was the most pleasurable experience two individuals could experience. When it happened, it made her his.

"Just so we're clear... I'm the beloved in this story..."

I chuckle low and watch as it rolls over her body and makes her squirm in the most delicious way. I retreat across the room and sit to remove my clothing, my gaze never leaving Kate.

She starts to close her legs, modesty reasserting itself for just a second—but I stop her with a low, commanding growl that vibrates through the air between us. "Don’t hide from me, sweetheart. Keep them open. I want to see exactly how ready you are for me—how much you ache for what comes next."

Her eyes widen, and instantly the atmosphere between us changes. Her nipples harden, her skin flushes pink, and goosebumps rise visibly. The scent of her arousal fills the room—sweet, sharp, and impossible to ignore. It hits me like a potent drug. I stand and slowly strip off my clothes, letting her take in every inch of me.

Her breath catches as I finally remove the last layer. My cock is hard, already thick and throbbing, the knot swelling at the base. She doesn't move away but moves farther up the bed to make space. She purrs, hungry and open, and I can no longer pretend to have any patience left.

I climb onto the bed and position myself between her legs, kissing and tasting my way up her body. Her skin is fire under my mouth. I take my time with her nipples, sucking and teasing,switching between them while my hands keep her grounded and wanting more.

She arches into me, and I slide lower, keeping her legs over my shoulders. I nuzzle her clit, suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, then nip it just enough to make her gasp. I part her lips and slide my tongue through her folds, savoring everything she gives me.

She moans, hips rolling in rhythm, offering herself completely. I tongue her entrance, then spear her with it, burying my face in her as she cries out. Her thighs tremble against my back, and I know she’s close—too close.

I pull back slow and deliberate. She wails, frustrated, and I grin. I want her to come again with me inside her. With my knot locking us together. Claimed in every way.

"Hudson, please," she cries.

I soothe her with gentle strokes. When she settles, I dive back in, giving her tongue and teeth, building her up again. She bucks under me, hands in my hair, tugging. Urging me up. Begging for more.

I follow her lead, kissing my way back to her clit and giving it another sharp nip. She yowls. I laugh, low and hungry, then dip back down and feast on her. Her hips move fast and eager now, chasing every stroke of my tongue. I slide a finger between her cheeks, grazing her tight entrance. She doesn’t resist—just moans louder. Her body is saying yes in a dozen ways.

She’s mine. Every inch of her.

I start crawling up her body, my cock aching for release. I want to savor this knot—our first. I settle between her legs and guide myself to her core, rubbing the head of my cock against her wet heat.

With one hand, I finger her entrance while my thumb circles her clit. She’s trembling, breathing hard. I slip both hands under her and grip her ass, steadying her.

Her whole body tenses. "Relax, sweetheart," I murmur. "You’re mine. You’re safe."

Then I kiss her, deep and full, and thrust forward—hard. She screams into my mouth as I breach her. My knot forces its way inside, stretching her, locking us together. She pushes against me on instinct, overwhelmed by the intensity of it. I growl low, holding her still, kissing her until she melts back into me.

I don’t move. I just hold her. My kisses soften. I stroke her back, her hips, her face—anything to ground her. Slowly, she kisses me back. Her legs wrap around my waist. Her pussy flutters around my knot, the pain giving way to something hotter, deeper.

She’s starting to understand. Her breathing evens out. I feel the knot swell, locking me inside her, ensuring not a drop of my seed escapes. I nuzzle her neck. She’s still, but I can tell—she’s wondering what comes next.

Kate clings to me more tightly. I stroke her damp hair, trail my fingers down her spine, grounding her as much as she grounds me. "You please me more than any mate has ever pleased her mate," I murmur against her temple. "In every lifetime I’ve lived—there’s never been another. Only you."

Her eyes glisten as she whispers, "Hudson…"

I look at her and see it—trust. Surrender. Love. She pulls me into her arms, locking her legs around me, welcoming all of me. There’s no hesitation now. No resistance.

I start to move. Slow, deep rolls of my hips, keeping the knot where it belongs. Her body grips me, tight and insistent with every motion. I groan into her neck. She cries out, clawing my back, begging for more. Her orgasm crashes over her, hard and wild. I keep rocking, keep driving her higher. Again. And again.

Wrapped around my knot as if it were made for her, she comes for the third time, her body shaking. Then I feel it—my own release building. My balls tighten and my cock surges. Icome hard, pumping deep into her, filling her. She arches, trying to take even more of me. Her pussy clamps down, milking me, holding me right where she wants me.

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