Page 77 of Knotting on Heaven's Door

My knot swelled at the base of me, and I watched her eyes flare, pupils blown wide as the sensation tore through her too. Her thighs clenched around my waist, and she let out a broken, ragged sound that wrecked me entirely.

I grabbed her hips and slid in deeper, the knot stretching her wet pussy, locking us together in a way that no promise, no ceremony, no paper trail ever could.

“You take me so well, sweetheart. So fucking tight around me. Gods, you’re gonna ruin me.”

I kissed every inch of skin I could reach—her collarbone, her shoulder, the inside of her wrist, where her pulse pounded wild.“You smell like heaven.”

This was forever.

The wolf in me howled in triumph.

And I knew the second it happened—that her body welcomed it. Her omega instincts melted into mine, her breath catching as her back arched and her nails scraped across my chest.

Pleasure crackled between us like a live wire. Overwhelming. Blinding.

We came together. Hard. A raw, untamed crescendo that dragged her cry from her throat and my growl from the depths of me.

And then—

Stillness.

Quiet. But not empty.

Her head fell against my chest, breaths shallow. I cradled her close, buried my face in her hair, and let her scent wrap around me like a blanket spun from every good thing I’d ever lost.

She was soft now. Sated. Beautiful.

We lay there in the dark, the kind of quiet that didn’t feel empty.

Her body still tangled with mine, skin damp and flushed, the bond between us humming like it was purring.

Every now and then, I caught her smiling. Barely there, just the twitch of her lips, the tilt of her cheek, the softness in her lashes. Like her wolf was still riding the afterglow, satisfied and sated.

I was pretty sure my own grin hadn’t left since the moment she walked through the door soaked in rain and holding a bag of greasy fries like it was a damn love letter.

My fingers brushed her mark—my mark—gently, tracing the edges where her skin had accepted me. It glowed faintly inthe bond, a place on her body where my soul echoed.

“How did you know where I live?” I asked quietly, voice still rough from everything we’d done. “Did Mia tell you?”

She exhaled a soft laugh, the kind that tickled my chest where her face rested.

“No,” she said. “You mentioned Ricky found you the apartment.”

I blinked.

“And you called him?” I tilted my head to catch her expression, but she was unapologetic, eyes gleaming in the low light.

“You’re not the only one who can cash in pack favors.”

“So… what did you promise him in return?”

She grinned—actuallygrinned, like the trouble was worth it. “Poor Ricky. He was heartbroken when he realized you were slipping through his fingers. So I promised him that next time my brother’s in town, I’d introduce them.”

I stared at her for a beat, then laughed so hard she swatted at my chest.

“You’re evil.”

“I’m resourceful,” she shot back smiling.

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