Page 126 of Stream Heat
“Your knot,” I gasped. “I want it. Please, Jace, fill me, knot me…”
His groan was low, guttural, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine. “Then take it.”
The next thrust was slower, heavier, his hips pressing flush so I could feel the thick swell beginning to form at the base of him. The pressure built gradually, a stretching fullness that made me whimper and clutch at his shoulders.
“Breathe,” he ordered softly, kissing the corner of my mouth even as his hips rolled again, pushing the knot further into me. “I won’t hurt you. I’ll give you every inch, but you’re going to feel it.”
I did. Gods, I felt it hot and insistent, the shape of him widening me from the inside out. My body’s first instinct was to tighten against the intrusion, but he stayed still, letting me adjust, his hands stroking my hips in slow, grounding circles.
“That’s it,” he praised, voice deep and warm. “You’re opening for me. Taking me so well.”
The knot swelled again, another wave of stretching heat, and this time my hips arched to meet him, desperate for the lock to seal. His eyes flared with hunger at the motion. “Yes. Just like that. Take me all the way.”
With one final push, the knot slid past that last tight ring of resistance, locking deep. The sudden, perfect fullness stole my breath, my entire body seizing in pleasure. A cry tore from my throat, raw and unrestrained, as my orgasm slammed into me, sharp and shuddering, my inner walls milking around the swollen base now holding him inside me.
Jace’s own release hit a heartbeat later, his hips pressing as far forward as they could go, every muscle taut as he spilled into me. His groan was low and drawn out, vibrating against my ear as his knot pulsed in rhythm with his climax, sending fresh waves of heat and fullness through me.
We stayed locked like that, our bodies trembling against each other, every throb of the knot forcing his seed deeper, every pulse keeping me achingly aware that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“You feel that?” he murmured against my temple, still catching his breath. “That’s me, inside you, keeping you. No one else. Just me.”
My fingers curled in his hair, pulling him closer so I could bury my face in his neck and breathe him in. The combination of his scent and the heavy, insistent fullness inside me sent a fresh shiver down my spine.
He stayed buried deep, one hand stroking my side in long, slow passes, the other cradling the back of my head. The knot didn’t soften immediately, if anything, its firm pressure was a constant reminder that we were bound, sealed together in a way that felt almost more intimate than the act itself.
“Mine,” he said again, quieter this time, like it wasn’t just a claim but a vow.
“Yours,” I whispered back, my voice thick. And I meant it, not just because of the knot holding us, but because of the way he’d given it to me: with patience, precision, and a kind of deliberate devotion that made surrender feel like the safest thing in the world.
Jace’s knot pulsed deep inside me, each subtle throb sending a warm ache radiating outward. My muscles were still quivering from the aftershocks, my breathing uneven, but Jace wasn’t in any rush to move. He stayed fully sheathed, body pressed to mine, the solid weight of him a steady anchor.
“You feel incredible,” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple. “Every squeeze, every shiver… perfect.”
My fingers tightened in his hair, holding him close, unwilling to break the cocoon of heat and scent around us. I was floating, but not drifting, he kept me grounded without pulling me out of the haze.
Then he shifted slightly, the knot tugging at my entrance just enough to make me gasp. His mouth found mine. “You’re still sweet for me,” he said against my lips before inhaling deeply. “Sweeter now, even.”
He licked a slow, deliberate stripe over the side of my neck, and my whole body shuddered. The contact was intimate in a way that had nothing to do with penetration, claiming me in a language only our bodies understood. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss there, letting his teeth just graze before retreating.
“Not enough,” he murmured. He caught my wrist, lifting it between us, his thumb brushing over the mark he’d left earlier. He bent his head and dragged his tongue across the spot, then closed his mouth over it in a deep, lingering suck that sent a bolt of heat straight to my core. “Your scent smells like home now,” he said quietly, almost to himself.
He did the same to my other wrist, kissing the thin skin over my pulse point, breathing me in like he was taking my scent into his bloodstream.
By the time he worked his way lower, kissing down my sternum to my belly, I was panting again. His lips pressed just between my breasts, where he lingered for a moment, breathing me in before scenting me there, slow and deliberate. The primal meaning was unmistakable and the knowledge of it made my chest tighten with something more than just lust.
When he came back up to kiss me, the taste of my skin and his own scent still clung to his lips. His tongue slid against mine, unhurried, and I could feel him smiling faintly into the kiss like he’d just finished some private ritual.
“You’re covered in me now,” he said when he pulled back, his voice low and certain. “Anyone who comes near you will know exactly who you belong to.”
I couldn’t help the sound that escaped me, a small, breathless whimper that only made his eyes darken more. The knot pulsed again, a slow, insistent throb that kept me full, sealed.
“And you’ll stay like this,” he promised, brushing his nose against mine. “Until I decide to let you go.”
The way he said it made something deep in me melt entirely, my body relaxing into his hold. I curled into him, feeling every steady beat of his heart against my chest, every warm exhale against my hair, every lingering press of his scent on my skin.
I didn’t want him to let me go.
The knot pulsed inside me, still stretching me wide, keeping him deep. My body was still quivering from the first release, but Jace wasn’t loosening his hold. If anything, he seemed to settle in, bracing his weight on one arm while the other trailed lazy patterns down my side.
