Page 63 of Knot Gonna Lie
I wanted her, needed her, but the weight of my role held me back, a thin thread of restraint.
“Look at me,” she commanded softly.
I couldn’t. If I met those blazing emerald eyes, I’d be lost completely—every shred of professional distance incinerated by the fire I knew I’d find there. Instead, I closed my eyes and absorbed her touch, the way her hands traced patterns of possession across my chest, the intoxicating press of her body against mine.
She leaned forward, pressing herself closer, her hands finding mine and guiding them to the curve of her hips. “I’m telling you the truth,” she whispered against my ear, her fingers firm over mine. “I want your caring. Your gentleness. Your protectiveness. I want you as the first member of my pack—but I won’t force you.”
Another groan tore from my throat, my restraint snapping like a frayed thread. My eyes flew open, locking with hers, and the truth in her gaze hit me like a wave—raw, unguarded desire—made my chest tight with wonder.
She really wanted me.
Not just because I’d helped her. Not because her biology demanded it. Maybe those things played a part—I’d be a foolto pretend they didn’t—but underneath it, I felt something real. Something more than instincts.
She wantedme.
Before I could speak, she surged forward, her lips crashing into mine in a searing kiss that burned through every doubt. Her fingers tangled in my hair, tugging hard, and she pressed herself against me, her breasts soft against my chest. The force of her kiss sent me falling back into the nest, blankets catching me as I clung to her, hands roaming her back, her hips, her thighs, desperate to feel every curve. Her scent was dizzying, vanilla-lavender thick with want, and I growled low, instincts taking over, my hands gripping her tighter.
“I’m claiming you, Seth,” she whispered against my skin, lips brushing my jaw, my neck, each word a vow. “Right here, right now. You’re mine.” Her voice was fierce, possessive, and it sent a shudder through me, my body responding with a primal need to surrender.
I couldn’t hold back. I surrendered completely to the gravity of her want, letting myself fall into the promise of belonging to someone that had always felt just beyond my reach.
With a low growl, I flipped her over, her back sinking into the nest’s soft layers. Her green eyes blazed with need, and I drank her in, my heart pounding. “Elara.” Her name came out like a prayer. My hands clenched the blankets at her sides, chest wide open and aching. “If you want me…then please. Claim me. It’d be the greatest honor of my life.”
Desire flooded through me, and I kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the sweetness of her lips. “Seeing you defend us with that glass,” I murmured against her mouth, “it scared the starlight out of me. But it made me proud, too.”
I pulled back, taking her hand, kissing the synthetic skin where she’d cut herself, a faint scar beneath. My fingers found her soft, draped tunic—worn loose and low on one shoulder. Itugged it up and over her head, the fabric whispering as it slid free, revealing the smooth expanse of her skin, her curves bare and breathtaking.
She peered up at me, her hair a golden halo, and reached for my pants. I chuckled, shuffling back to peel them off, boxers too, kicking them aside. My cock was hard, aching, and her eyes darkened as she drank me in, licking her lips. Her scent thickened, vanilla-lavender turning needy, intoxicating. I moved to her sweatpants, sliding them down, leaving her slick-soaked silk underwear—a thin barrier, a choice for her to make.
I kissed her ankle, slow and deliberate, working my way to the apex of her thigh, then down the other leg.
She squirmed, giggling, her voice breathy as she begged, “Prove it to me, Seth.”
I obliged, kissing higher, over her bellybutton, between her heaving breasts, until I reached her lips. Her hands grabbed my head, pulling me into a hungry kiss, and then she moved, wrapping her legs around me and twisting us until I was on my back, her straddling me.
She ground against my cock, her slick-soaked underwear a frustrating barrier, her hands braced on my pecs as she leaned back, hips rolling. The friction was maddening, and I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs.
“I need these off,” she growled, starting to lift herself, but I caught her hips, guiding her up until she straddled my face. I bit the edge of her panties, hands grabbing the sides, and ripped them with a quick tug, tossing them aside as she giggled, the sound bright and free.
Her scent was heavenly, pure need, and I couldn’t wait. I leaned forward, licking her slick from the source, and she gasped, grabbing my hair, her hips tightening against my head. She tasted as divine as she smelled, sweet and heady, and I devoured her, tongue exploring every fold. She ground againstmy face, my nose brushing her clit, her moans filling the air as she chased her pleasure. Her slick poured over me as she came, her body shuddering, thighs clamping around my head, and I drank her in, savoring every drop.
“I need you to fill me,” Elara panted, her voice raw, green eyes blazing with a hunger that made my heart stutter. I rolled us over, settling her on her back, the nest’s soft blankets cradling her like an offering. I positioned myself between her legs, hooking them over my shoulders, my hands trembling with the weight of my want.
My cock pressed against her folds, slick and warm, her vanilla-lavender scent so thick with need it clouded my senses. I entered her slowly, savoring the way she stretched around me, her warmth enveloping me in a way that felt like coming home. “Give yourself to me,” I murmured, voice rough with desire. “Take me, Elara. Enjoy it.”
Her body was a temple, and I moved, slow and deliberate, each thrust a vow to worship her. My beta instincts surged, tuned only to her, desperate to meet her needs. Not to worship like a goddess, but tohonor—to make her feel everything she was worth.
Every ounce of pleasure I could give, I gave willingly.
“I want you to feel everything,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of my need. “Every touch, every breath—I’m gonna give you all I have, Elara, everything in my power, even as a beta. I want you to feel like the stars bow to you, like the universe welcomes you and your newfound freedom.”
My scent—lemon zest and pine—cut through the air, sharp and steady, but it didn’t stand a chance against hers. Vanilla and lavender, warm and sweet, wrapped around me. But it was the raw need beneath it that pulled at me—magnetic, overwhelming—like a blackhole gravitational pulling me closer.
She reached up, her fingers threading through my long light brown hair, tugging me closer. “You don’t need to be anything but mine, Seth,” she said, her voice soft but fierce, slicing through my doubts as she cupped my cheek. “You’re enough. You’re everything.”
Her words were a spark to my instincts, burning through what was left of my restraint. I groaned, raw and wrecked, my body trembling with the need to give her everything.
Her hips rose to meet my thrusts, her slick easing the way as I sank deeper. The sensation was exquisite—her warmth, her tightness, the way she clenched around me with every movement. My cock throbbed, pleasure building too fast, too intense.
