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“You’re going to have my cum dripping out of you for days. That thought does wild shit to my head.” Hart’s teeth rake over my shoulder, and I shove my ass back against his pelvis. It drags his knot along my walls, and I whine, leaning forward like I might collapse. Luckily, his hand is splayed over my sternum, and he manages to keep us both upright. “You’re all mine, Quincy.” His warm breath fans over my neck and shoulder as he speaks, making me tremble. The way his hand pushes against my chest increases the feeling of being safely confined in him as he bucks into me. “Such a perfect little pussy stretched around my knot. I swear to fuck, it feels like I’m so deep…”
I nod and grind back to meet him.
His strong muscles feel like safety, and being cocooned in his scent makes me warm and floaty.
“You gonna come with me this time, sweetheart?” He chuckles darkly. “Or am I going to use your tight little pussy to get myself off?”
I never would have guessed how sexy my system would find that thought.
A shiver slides down my spine.
“I don’t know.” Looping a hand down, I tease my clit. It takes no time, and I’m there all over again. “Bite me,” I beg, chasing my euphoria as I force him deeper inside me. “Hart, oh my god!”
His length jerks inside me, and he snarls.
I’m so disconnected with reality that I barely notice his teeth raking over my skin.
The stubborn man moves to sucking on my shoulder, but he doesn’t sink his teeth in.
Hartley’s scent floods the air, and my perfume pulses in response. His knot swells almost to the point of pain, and somehow my system just converts that to more pleasure.
The haze gets too deep, and that’s the last thing I remember.
Chapter Twelve
Quincy
Iwake up warm and content. Hartley’s snowy, woodsy scent is everywhere. Flashes of last night file through my brain, and my teeth dig into my lower lip.
He has a filthy mouth, and I loved every second of it. He was so sweet and tender when it came to making sure the baby was safe, but absolutely feral as he wrecked me in the best way possible.
My cheeks heat as I remember some of the ridiculous things that spilled from my lips.
I begged him to bite me.
The yearning I felt as I pleaded with him to bond me hits me square in the chest. I’ve been lonely, but that’s no excuse to pressure someone into a lifelong commitment.
My bladder is uncomfortably full, but it’s tempting to stay in this safe little bubble with him. The baby stretches, and it’s a huge relief to feel her in there, moving around.
Hartley’s warm skin is wrapped around my back, and he has a hand planted possessively on my stomach.
I frown.
He might wake up totally freaked out.
If you’re not used to it, it kinda feels like an alien is trying to climb out of my skin.
Our pheromones and instincts were in charge last night, and I have no way of guessing how he’s going to react.
God, I hope he doesn’t freak out.
It would break my heart. Outside of Sutton, he’s one of the only people I have in Vermont. Ruining that relationship would suck.
Dr. Lindsay was right when she said my body was asking for what it needed. Seeing how I reacted to being so close to his pheromones is eye-opening.
I didn’t think I was that bad off, but watching it play out in real time… Dammit, I probably should have listened to her advice weeks ago.
The last thing I want is to make poor choices that negatively impact my daughter. I’ve been so focused on Ridge, and how he would feel about everything, that it kinda left me in limbo.
