Page 24 of Knotting else Matters

And gods, she was perfect.

Curves I couldn’t wait to taste, soft, warm skin flushed with need, her wild, tangled hair fanned out across the pillow, and those eyes—those damn, defiant, laughing eyes—burning with a challenge.

My mouth crashed against hers again, my hands roaming over her body, mapping every inch, every curve, drinking in the warmth of her, the taste of her.

“Still think I’m chaos?” she whispered against my lips, her voice a breathless, teasing whisper.

“Absolutely,” I growled, my teeth grazing her jaw. “But tonight, you’remy chaos.”

My lips traced lower, tasting the soft curve of her chest, the sharp hitch of her breath pushing me further, the heat of her body a perfect, maddening warmth beneath me.

“Tell me you want more,” I growled against her lips, my hand sliding down to position myself against her, feeling her wet, welcoming heat.

“I want it,” she breathed, her eyes wild, fierce, a storm that pulled me in. “I want you. All of you.”

And then I took her. I pressed forward, sinking into her, a deep, desperate groan tearing from my throat as her body wrapped around me, hot and tight and so perfectly mine. Her nails dug into my back, her head falling back against the pillow, her voice breaking in another gasp.

I moved, slow at first, savoring the sweet friction, the heat, the perfect way her body clenched around me, her cries mingling with the heavy, breathless sounds of our tangled, desperate dance. But slow wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed her.

My pace quickened, each thrust driving me deeper, her hips meeting mine, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, her voice a frantic, breathless plea against my ear

“Adrian—gods—don’t stop—”

“I won’t.” I growled, my teeth grazing the edge of her jaw, her pulse racing beneath my lips. “You’re mine tonight, Olivia.”

“Yes,” she gasped, her legs tightening around me, her body arching against me, her mouth catching mine in another fierce, desperate kiss. “Yours. Just tonight.”

But it didn’t feel like just tonight. It felt like everything—wild and reckless and perfect, a storm that threatened to swallow me whole. I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t slow down. I didn’t want to.

Her cries grew louder, her body tensing, and I felt that familiar rush, that sweet, building tension spiraling higher, her thighs trembling around me, her fingers gripping me like I was the only thing keeping her from falling apart.

“Yes—yes—” she cried, and then she shattered again, her entire body clenching around me, her cries breaking against my mouth, her nails raking down my back.

The heat, the pressure, the wild, frantic heat of her pulled me over that edge, and I followed her, a fierce, possessive growl tearing from my throat as I buried myself in her, my body shaking, the world blurring around me.

And when the rush faded, and the darkness settled, I stayed there—breathless, tangled with her, our bodies still pressed together, the heat of her skin burning against mine.

Her breath slowed, her chest rising and falling against mine, a soft, sweet rhythm that should have calmed me. But it didn’t. The heat of her skin pressed against me, the wild scent of her lingering between us, and I couldn’t shake the possessive, restless hunger still burning beneath my skin. My wolf wasn’t done. Not even close.

Olivia shifted, her fingers tracing lazy circles against my chest before she pushed herself up, slipping out of my grasp. For a split second, a fierce, irrational surge of frustration twisted in my chest. But then she smiled, wild and wicked, her hair a tangled, glorious mess around her shoulders.

“Champagne?” she asked, her voice light, teasing, as she wandered over to the abandoned bottle on the table, the black silk of her nightie sliding dangerously low, barely clinging to her curves.

I leaned back, still catching my breath, my body still thrumming with heat. “Yes?”

She laughed, the sound bright, sharp, a perfect contrast to the wild heat between us. “That’s not very Alpha of you, is it? All breathless and confused. You did say ‘tonight,’ didn’t you? As in the full night?” She poured the champagne, a faint, sparkling hiss filling the air. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Her words lit a fresh spark beneath my skin, and I pushed myself up on one elbow, watching her with a dark, hungry gaze.

“Not done?”

“Not even close.” She turned, holding out a glass to me, her eyes dancing with that wicked, playful fire. “I thought Alphas were supposed to have stamina. You know, the whole ‘can go for days when an Omega is in heat’thing.”

I snorted, taking the glass but never looking away from her. “One problem with that theory.”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, taking a slow sip of her champagne, the soft glow of the room casting a warm light over her bare shoulders.

“You’re neither an Omega… nor in heat.”

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