Page 107 of Stream Heat
I reached for his shirt, knuckles brushing his stomach as I dragged it upwards. I wanted to see him, all of him. He pulled it over his head and his muscles rippled under my hands. Close. I pressed my mouth to the line of his jaw, the small dip above his collarbone, the center of his chest like I was branding him.
Clothes were justgone. I barely registered the order, pants first, then mine, underwear stripped and tossed without a thought. The air hit my bare skin, but it was his heat, his scent, that had me shivering.
He loomed over me, chest rising hard, eyes almost black as he dragged in a slow inhale. His jaw clenched, like he was fighting something I wasn’t sure I wanted him to win against.
“You’re already shaking,” he rasped, voice so low it scraped over me. His nostrils flared. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”
“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” I breathed, the words tumbling out wrecked and needy. “Touch me, Reid. Please.”
That single word,please,snapped something in him.
He was between my thighs in the next heartbeat, hauling them over his broad shoulders like they belonged there. Hishands were iron on my hips, holding me still while his face lowered until his breath warmed the slick heat of me.
“Sweet Kara,” he growled, scent flaring so sharp it made my head spin. “You’re drenched for me. Dripping.”
His mouth closed over me in a rough, claiming lick that made my hips jerk. I fisted my hands in his hair, not sure if I wanted to pull him closer or anchor myself from flying apart. He groaned into me, the deep, vibrating sound sending a shock through my core.
Then his tongue found my clit and circled, slow at first, like a predator savoring the hunt, before he sucked hard enough to drag a cry from me. My thighs trembled against the sides of his head, but he didn’t relent. If anything, he pushed in closer, almost frantic.
Two thick fingers slid into me, curling until I arched off the bed, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room.
“You taste like you’re begging to be knotted,” he rasped against me, the words sending heat straight through my spine.
“Reid–” My voice cracked. “I need you inside me.”
He lifted his head, lips slick, pupils blown so wide they swallowed the color of his eyes. His scent was thick in the air now, wild and consuming. “You’re getting me,” he promised, voice a low growl. “Every fucking inch. My knot. My claim.”
He crawled up my body in a single fluid motion, bracing over me. The heavy length of him dragged against my slick entrance, and the sheer heat of it made me gasp. His forehead dropped to mine, breath harsh.
“Condom?”
“Clean. On birth control. You?”
“Clean. Rutting. I’m not pulling out.” The way he said it was pure instinct, not a question.
I could only nod, already lost. “Do it. Please.”
The second the word left my lips, he slammed into me. One deep, brutal thrust until he was buried to the hilt, the stretch almost too much, almost unbearable, and then perfect.
“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes closing for a beat. “You’re made for me. For this.”
He started to move and there was no slow build, his hips snapped into mine, sharp and deep, driving the air from my lungs each time. The thick swell of his knot bumped my entrance with every thrust, teasing me, threatening to push in.
“You smell so fucking good,” he panted, rut pouring into every motion now. “Gonna knot you so deep you won’t take another cock without thinking of mine as well.”
My nails dug into his back. “Do it. Knot me, Reid. I want it.”
“Beg,” he growled, slamming harder. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Iwantyour knot,” I gasped, hips chasing every thrust. “Please, Reid. Fill me. Knot me.”
That was it. The last shred of control burned away. He drove into me with a force that rocked the bed, the headboard banging against the wall as the pressure at my entrance stretching, burning, until the thick swell breached me. I cried out, the sting instantly swallowed by molten heat as his knot popped inside.
He roared, a raw, feral sound, and came hard, pulsing deep. Each hot spill made his knot swell tighter, locking us together, forcing my body to milk every drop. The fullness was overwhelming, primal, and it broke me.
I shattered around him, clamping down so hard he cursed against my neck, his hips jerking in shallow, instinctive thrusts. His teeth grazed my skin, hovering on the edge of a claim bite he wasn’t supposed to give.
“Mine,” he snarled, grinding the knot deeper, keeping me right there on the edge of overstimulation. “Gonna keep you like this. Dripping around me. So full no one else could even try.”
