Page 81 of Hot Knot Summer
His mouth finds mine, and we’re kissing again like the world around us is on fire. Unlike Atlas’s consuming passion, Levi’s kiss is deliberate and almost planned out. It’s devastatingly effective. Within moments, I’m melting against him, a whimper escaping me as his tongue slides against mine.
I’m on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more. I’ve never experienced a desire like I do with these Alphas, so overwhelming, so all-consuming.
Before I fully register what I’m doing, I slide from my seat to kneel on the floor where there’s extra leg room of the boat, between Levi’s legs. His sharp intake of breath is the only indication of surprise.
“Emma,” he growls. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” I interrupt, my hands already working on his belt. “Please, Levi. Let me.”
In the darkness, I can barely see his expression, but I feel the tension in his body, the rigid control he’s maintaining.
“Are you sure?”
In answer, I slide my hand into his now-open pants and beneath his boxers, wrapping my fingers around the thick length I find waiting for me. He hisses in pleasure, the sound sending a thrill straight through me. He’s impossibly hard, yet there’s a velvety softness to him that makes my touch feel electric. As I stroke him, my fingers don’t quite meet around his girth, and the sheer size of him makes my breath catch.
Then I feel that swollen bulge near the base of his shaft. The knot. Unique to Alphas, meant for one purpose, and definitely not something meant for a mouth. Still, it never fails to amaze me just how differentlyAlphas are built, how everything about them feels designed to claim, to mark, to keep. Even just touching it sends a fresh flush of heat through me, as if my body instinctively recognizes what that knot means.
“Fuck,” he breathes, helping me pull his jeans and boxers down to his hips. He’s breathing quicker, beautiful with the thick and heavy offering in my hand. I tug him a few times, and he groans. His hand moves to the back of my head, nudging me closer. “You’re going to ruin me, sweet thing.”
I don’t hesitate, leaning forward and pressing my mouth over his tip, tasting his saltiness, then slide him deeper past my lips. I moan around his length, feeling like I have power over him, adoring the way he shakes slightly and how he makes those growling sounds. I fall into a rhythm that has me taking him deep, then back out, while he’s sucking in sharp breaths.
“Emma,” he grunts as I take him deeper. “Your mouth... so perfect...”
His words, the strained control in his voice, spur me on. I use every trick I know, every technique I’ve learned, determined to make this brilliant, reserved Alpha lose his mind for me.
When I hollow my cheeks and swirl my tongue around the sensitive head of his cock, he curses, his thighs tensing beneath my hands. I feel powerful, desirable, and essential in a way I’ve never experienced before.
I pull free, staring at him, my hand on the base ofhis cock, the other on his balls, cradling them. He looks like a man who’s submitted, and fuck, I love the feral look in his eyes as he stares at me.
“You want me to lose control? You want to see what happens when I stop holding back? Keep teasing me like that, and I may not be gentle when I break.”
His words and the strained control threading through them only spur me on. I tighten my grip and stroke him, twisting my wrist at the top just the way his hips give small thrusts. I let my thumb drag over the slick head of his cock, circling it slowly, watching his jaw clench as he fights to keep his composure. He’s trying so damn hard to stay in control, but I want him undone.
Leaning in, I press soft kisses against his abdomen, just above where my hand works him, my breath warm and deliberate. Every moan he swallows, every tremor that runs through him fuels me. This brilliant, reserved Alpha might be a master of restraint, but right now, I’m determined to make him lose it. For me.
So, I take him back into my mouth, deep until it hits the back of my throat. I pause, tears instantly hitting my eyes as I slowly work him deeper.
“Close,” he warns, his voice rough with restraint. “Emma, I’m going to…”
I double my efforts in response, taking him as deep as I can, humming around his length in a way that sends vibrations through us both.
He comes with a growl that sounds almost pained, his hand fisting in my hair, holdingme down, as he pulses into my mouth. I swallow everything he gives me, working my throat, feeling strangely triumphant at having broken his careful control.
When I’m done, I ease back onto my heels and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, staring up at the man above me, this Alpha who just came undone with my name on his lips. His chest rises and falls like he’s been through war, and maybe he has. I didn’t just please him; I broke his calm composure.
With hands that still shake, I tuck him back into his pants, and he zips himself up as I slide onto the swan ride seat beside him. The ache between my thighs throbs in protest, hungry and unrelieved, but I don’t regret a second of it.
“That was…” Levi starts, but the words die in his throat. He looks at me as though he doesn’t know whether to worship me or destroy me.
I smile into the darkness, smug and breathless. “I know.”
He doesn’t laugh. No soft chuckle. No returned smirk.
Instead, he leans closer toward me, slow and deliberate. One arm drapes behind my seat, the other lands heavy on my thigh, fingers pressing into my skin as if he owns it, owns me.
I gasp for air.
His hand moves higher now. Not teasing but claiming.
