Page 62 of Knot So Fast
He sucks in a breath, pupils blown, and I smile, lazy and smug.
“Stop keeping your Omega waiting,” I whisper, “and fuck me like you missed me, Wolfe.”
CRASH TEST
~LACHLAN~
The world narrows to a tunnel:my hands on her hips, the slick, molten heat of her pussy hugging every inch of me, the sound of her breathing as it rises from cocky to desperate with every stroke.
I want to say I’m in control—hell, I try to believe it—but I’ve been on the edge since the first time I smelled her, since the moment she said my name with that voice that cuts through logic and restraint like a saw blade through flesh.
She pulls me in with a single look, and then she’s all over me—legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into my ass as if she’s going to ride me right through the stone countertop and into the foundation beneath. The first slide into her is always a revelation, but tonight it’s a fucking religious experience.
She’s so wet, so tight, so ready for me that it takes everything I have not to lose it right there on the spot.
Auren moans, low and rough, and bites my shoulder hard enough to break skin. The sting just makes me harder. Shearches her back, hands fisting in my shirt, and brings her face so close to mine I can see my own madness reflected in her eyes.
“Missed this,” she pants, hips bucking up to meet every thrust. “Missed you. Missed how you ruin me every fucking time.”
She has to be speaking more out of instinct than reality, especially when I’m sure she doesn’t truly remember me, but with how balls deep I am, I can’t care if I’m a figment of her imagination right now.
I want to tell her I feel the same, that she’s my own personal brand of insanity and nothing else ever comes close, but the words jam up behind my teeth.
Instead, I take it out on her body—pulling her closer, grinding my cock so deep inside her she screams, not caring who hears us or whether the neighbors two kilometers away can feel the tremors of what we’re doing on this island.
She’s wearing my jersey, and it’s bunched up under her tits, exposing the lines of her abs, the wild streaks of color in her hair, the flush on her skin that only gets brighter the more I fuck her. I lift one leg and plant her foot on my shoulder, opening her up even more, and the angle drives us both insane.
She claws at my neck, nails dragging little crescents down my back, and between each gasp, she’s muttering filth in my ear.
“Harder. Don’t stop. Show me why you’re the best.”
The praise is a weapon;it always was.
She knows it drives me — or maybe’s taking the risk knowing my brother is no different i this department — and I know she’s playing me, but I want to be played by her until the end of the goddamn world.
I brace a hand on the counter behind her head and start pounding her harder, setting a rhythm that’s brutal and relentless, feeling her clamp down and pulse around me as she climbs toward another orgasm. She’s always been greedy forthem—never satisfied with one, always dragging me along for the ride as she shatters again and again.
She hits her peak and screams, nails raking my shoulders, pussy spasming so hard I nearly see stars. I lean in and bite the curve of her jaw, licking the sweat from her skin, then crush my mouth to hers in a kiss that’s more teeth than tongue.
She breaks it with a laugh, wild and victorious.
“Is that all you’ve got, Alpha? You gonna let me break you this easy?”
I growl,actually growl,and flip her over with a single motion. She lands on her stomach, ass in the air, legs spread, the back of my jersey riding so high it’s basically a belt now. Her hair is everywhere, a dark waterfall with flashes of pink and violet that catch the light as she turns her head to smirk at me over her shoulder.
“I dare you to fuck me through this island, Wolfe,” she says, and the challenge is so raw I feel it in my bones.
I line up behind her and ram in, no warning, no mercy.
The slap of our bodies together echoes off the stone, off the windows, off the damn mountains outside. She goes up on her elbows and braces herself, digging in like a sprinter at the starting line, meeting every thrust with equal force.
Her cunt is a vice around me—she’s never been tighter, never been wetter, and I realize with a jolt of pride that she’s soaking the marble beneath us, that there’s a puddle forming between her thighs that drips down to the floor.
It’s obscene. It’s perfect. It’s mine.
“Fuck, Auren,” I grit out, and I mean it on every level. “You’re going to kill me.”
She looks back, pupils blown, lips swollen and curved in a feral grin.
