Page 7 of Knot So Fast
When he finally comes, it's with a shout that I'm sure the neighbors can hear. His cock pulses against my tongue as he empties himself into my mouth, hot spurts of cum that I swallow greedily. The taste is overwhelming—bitter and salty and addictive in a way that should probably concern me.
I work him through it, not stopping until his knot begins to deflate and he's speaking what I'm pretty sure isn't even a real language anymore. Only then do I pull off with a satisfied smirk, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Next time you dare me during a race," I say, my voice rough from taking him so deep, "you'll find out I'm not one who likes to lose. Even for appearances."
He's still catching his breath, his chest heaving as he stares at me with a mixture of awe and something that looks dangerously close to love. It makes my heart skip in a way that has nothing to do with the physical exertion.
I lean down and press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock, tasting the last traces of his release. "I'm using your shower."
"It'sourshower," he groans, his voice still wrecked and breathless.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night," I toss over my shoulder as I head toward the bathroom, leaving him naked and sated and probably plotting his revenge.
Because this is what we do—we tear each other apart and put each other back together in an endless cycle that's as destructive as it is addictive. And despite every rational thought in my head telling me to run, I know I'll be back tomorrow night for another round.
We always come back to each other, no matter how much damage we do along the way.
LOVING HER IS ALL I’LL EVER KNOW
~LUCIUS~
I'm tryingto calm myself down, but it's a losing battle when I can hear the shower turn on just a few feet away.
The sound of rushing water fills the silence, and all I can think about is Auren naked under those spray nozzles, water cascading down that sacred body that I know better than my own heartbeat.
Those perfect curves that fit against me like she was designed specifically for my hands.
The way water would bead and roll down her spine, following the path of that tattoo that tells our whole fucking story in characters I still don't fully understand but know by heart.
The tattoo that covers the scar that nearly took her from us forever.
I know down in my fucking soul that she's mine.
Have known it since we were teenagers racing go-karts and she left me eating her dust with that cocky grin that made my chest tight and my hands shake. I've got her name tattooed on my pulse point and wrapped around my cock like a claim,because apparently having her marked on me once wasn't enough.
The ink is still healing from the most recent addition—a delicate script that follows the ridge where her lips were just minutes ago.
Pathetic? Probably.
But I don't give a shit.
I know exactly why she won't let me knot in her, and it kills me every single time.
I fucked this up once—fucked it up so badly that the memory still wakes me up in cold sweats. It's cost me and my pack everything we'd worked for, because our little sugar with a hint of spice won't bother to make things official.
She's content being the "appetizer" when we all want her as the main course.
When we need her to be the center of everything we are, everything we've built, everything we're trying to rebuild from the ashes of my mistakes.
The sound of her phone ringing cuts through my spiraling thoughts, the shrill tone jarring in the post-sex quiet.
I frown, looking over to see my brother's name lighting up the screen.
Well, not his real name—his alter-ego name.
The one he uses for their little gaming sessions that I'm definitely not supposed to know about.
With a huff that's equal parts irritation and resignation, I purposely pick it up, swiping to answer before I can think better of it.
