Page 87 of Knot So Fast
She grins, sharp as a blade.
“Oh, I think I do.”
The elevator dings, and I force myself to step back before I forget where we are. The doors glide open on the private floor. My private suite. I’d custom-designed it for myself after my first championship, paid a small fortune to make sure it was impossible to access without my biometric data, and stocked it with every luxury and comfort an overstimulated Alpha could possibly want.
They said if you win once, you can lock this place in for five years. Now that I’ve won three additional times, this place is locked in for the next 15 years.
In three years, I’ve never brought any other woman here.
Not once.
Only Auren.
And even then, just the one time—before her accident, when she was still mine in all the ways that matter, and we’d spent a night here that nearly destroyed the place.
It feels right, somehow, that the second time would be now.
She walks in ahead of me, boots barely making a sound on the polished stone, and I pause for half a heartbeat to watch her take it in. The full wall of windows facing the city, the modular furniture she used to make fun of for being “too Scandinavian,” the open kitchen that’s never been used for anything but heating up takeout and pouring expensive whiskey. She drifts toward the windows, the late afternoon sun slicing across her profile and painting every strand of her hair in gold and neon.
I lock the door behind us and cross the space in two long strides, my hands on her hips before she has a chance to turn around.
I bury my face in the curve of her neck, inhaling so deeply I can feel her scent saturate my lungs. It’s stronger than I remember—more intense, more layered, as if her body’s in some kind of feedback loop and the only solution is to burn through it with touch, taste, and friction.
She tilts her head to the side, giving me better access, and I bite down—just hard enough to leave a mark, not hard enough to break skin. She gasps, her hands flying up to grip my forearms, nails digging in through the fireproof suit. The heat between us is instantaneous.
My cock is so hard it’s almost painful.
“Missed this,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her pulse. “Missed you.”
Auren snorts, breathless.
“Don’t get sappy on me now. Pretty sure there’s a rule about four-time world champions not being allowed to cry.”
“Not crying.” I let my tongue flick across the welt I just made, savoring the shiver it wrings from her. “Just stating facts.”
She laughs, but the sound turns into a moan as I spin her around and pin her against the window. The glass is cool, and she arches her back at the sudden temperature shift, pressing her ass into my hips. She’s so fucking responsive, everymovement calculated to wind me tighter, to see if she can make me lose control first.
I grind against her, letting her feel exactly what she does to me. Her head falls back onto my shoulder, and she reaches up to grab at my hair, yanking hard enough to make me hiss. She drags my mouth to hers and kisses me like it’s a contact sport—deep, hungry, absolutely feral.
We nip at each other, teeth and tongue, neither willing to let the other have the upper hand for more than a second at a time.
I slide my hands down her body, finding the zipper of her suit and wrenching it lower.I want her out of it.Need to see her skin, need to know she’s really here, not just a hallucination conjured up by months of longing and not enough sleep. I get the zipper to her waist and shove my hands beneath the fabric, cupping her breasts over the thin, sweat-soaked tank top she’s wearing underneath.
She whimpers into my mouth, but it’s not a sound of submission.
It’s a fucking challenge.
I answer by pinching her nipples through the fabric, rolling them between my fingers until they’re so hard I can feel them even through two layers. She grinds back against me, and I can feel how wet she is, even through the multiple layers of suit and underwear and everything else.
The scent of her arousal spikes, so sharp and sweet it’s dizzying.
“Fuck, you smell good,” I say, half talking to myself. “Are you in heat?”
She snorts.
“If I was, you’d already be knot-deep and howling, genius.” She turns her head to the side, lips grazing my jaw. “I just…didn’t take my pills today.”
A pause.
