Page 12 of Knot the Last Chapter

Is this really happening?

He continues:You want that, don’t you? To let go. To let me take care of everything.

God. Yes.

The words spill out of me before I can stop them.

Yes. Tell me what you’d do.

The answer comes fast as I glance at the window, grateful to be alone and for the giant cedar blocking any wandering glances.

I’d tie you to the bed—nothing too tight, just enough to remind you you’re mine. I’d spend an hour between your legs before I even think of knotting you. You’d be begging by then. Sweet, needy sounds. Shaking.

My breath catches in my throat reading this, a flush spreading across my body. I’ve never done this. Never sexted anyone. Never even described what I wanted aloud, let alone typed it.

But something about Pine makes it feel safe. Wanted.

I… I’ve never done this before. But I want to keep going.

I can practically hear him purring out the next words.Good girl. Touch yourself. Imagine me whispering in your ear while I stroke you open with my fingers.

I hesitate for half a second. Then my hand slips beneath the waistband of my shorts, and I gasp.

I’m already soaked.

I don’t know who I am right now—this breathless, eager version of me—but I don’t care as I follow his instructions like they’re a lifeline.

Slow circles. Don’t rush. Let me feel you unravel.

My head falls back. I close my eyes, and I see him.

Not clearly, not fully, but Ifeelhim. His hands. His mouth. His weight over mine. The phone buzzes and I drink his words like they’re the last water on earth.

I’d murmur how good you smell, how soft you are, while your thighs tremble around my head.Then I’d slip inside, slow, until you scream.

My fingers move faster, hips lifting, chasing something sharp and electric. I bite my lip to keep quiet, but a whimper escapes anyway.

He texts again.

That’s it. Just like that. Cum for me.

His words are a command my omega body can’t resist, and I cum with a cry muffled against the back of my hand, bodycurling in on itself. My toes curl. My breath stutters. I can’t stop shaking.

It hits me in a wave—wild and overwhelming and so much more than I expected.

I stare up at the ceiling, wide-eyed and dazed. My skin tingles. My heart thuds against my ribs like a secret trying to get out.

Then my phone buzzes again.

Are you alright?

I love that he asks.

Yeah. I’m okay. That was… a lot. Thank you.

No hesitation, and it’s like I can feel the pride in his voice.

You’re welcome, sweetheart. You deserve to feel good. Even from a distance.

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