Page 58 of Knot So Fast
He bites the side of my throat—hard enough to sting, not enough to mark—and then he lifts me, effortlessly, like I weigh nothing, and lays me flat on the island. The cold stone is a shock, but his body blankets me instantly, pinning my wrists to the surface as he climbs on top.
Our faces are so close I can see the wildness in his eyes, the faint sheen of sweat starting to slick his brow, the way his hair falls in perfect disorder around his forehead.
He hovers there, breath mingling with mine, lips so close they brush as he warns, “If I start, I’m not stopping until I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you until you can’t speak proper English.”
I laugh, because it’s so perfectly him, and so perfectly what I want.
“Is my Wolf chickening out?” I taunt, and to prove the point, I arch my back just enough to grind my hips against his.
He groans, actual pain in the sound, and then he kisses me. Not a sweet, gentle kiss—no, this is messy, desperate, unhinged. Teeth clash, tongues tangle, his hands hold me down with a force that makes my pulse explode.
“You’re going to regret this,” he rasps against my lips, but I can tell he’s seconds from losing it. “I’m not going to be gentle. Not tonight.”
“Only if you can’t deliv—” I start, but he cuts me off, plunging two thick fingers into my pussy so suddenly and so deep I see actual stars behind my eyes.
I don’t just moan—I scream, body jackknifing off the marble as he fucks me with his fingers, rough and perfect and so exactly what I need I could die from the relief. My hips buck up into hishand, my thighs squeeze his wrist, and he just leans in closer, burying his face in my neck as he pumps into me, relentless and hungry and so damn in control.
I come apart so quickly I almost miss it—one second I’m taunting him, the next I’m shattering in his hands, writhing on the island while he growls approval into my skin. He never lets up, never slows, just keeps going until I’m a sobbing, pleading mess, begging him to please please just fuck me already.
But he doesn’t. Not yet. He’s not done punishing me for making him break first.
He pulls out his fingers with a squelch that makes my face go red, and he lifts his hand to his mouth, sucking the wetness off with obscene delight. His eyes never leave mine as he does it, and I realize I’m grinning so wide my cheeks hurt.
“Still want to run?” he asks, voice thick with the taste of me.
“Not if you keep doing that,” I say, because it’s the only truth that matters right now.
He grins—wolfish, unrepentant—and lowers his head to mine, teeth grazing my bottom lip. “Don’t worry, Sugar,” he says. “I plan on doing a lot more than that.”
And then he’s on me again, kissing me until I forget my own name, one hand tangled in my hair, the other already sliding down between my legs for round two.
If this is the end of me, at least it’s a hell of a way to go.
He’s everywhere.
My body is still echoing with the shockwaves of my first orgasm, thighs trembling, every nerve ending crackling.
But Lachlan doesn’t let me come down—not even for a second.
His mouth is on mine again, desperate and reckless, tongue diving deep as his fingers stay buried inside me, curling and stretching and moving with a precision that could only belong to a world champion. Every flex of his wrist punches a new moan out of me, and it’s not the soft, polite kind you hear in romance movies. It’s raw, guttural, animal. He swallows every sound, feeding it back to me in the kiss until I’m dizzy with the closed loop of need.
I think if he let go of my wrists I’d claw bloody lines down his back. I try to jerk free, but his grip just tightens, pinning me even harder to the stone.
The dominance is infuriating and addictive in equal measure, and I’m about to bite his lip to make him pay for it when he pulls back, breathless.
He stares down at me, his face so open with want it’s almost shocking.
“You just can’t help yourself, can you?” he says, voice ruined. “Always have to see how far you can push.”
I smirk, even as my chest heaves.
“That’s rich coming from you, Wolf.”
He licks his lips, tastes me on himself, and then shakes his head like he can’t believe I’m real. “You know what happens to brats who don’t respect the Alpha?”
I roll my eyes, but my entire core contracts with anticipation.
“Please, you love it.”
