Page 108 of Knot in Bloom
“Sadie, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” I look up to meet his eyes, seeing how the amber flecks have gone dark with want. “Want to taste you. Want to show you how grateful I am for everything you give me.”
The first touch of my mouth against him makes him curse softly, head falling back against the books. I start slow, learning what makes him gasp and tremble, what makes his hands tighten in my hair. This is new territory for me—not the act itself, but doing it here, now, because I want to give him something instead of because it’s expected.
I trace my tongue along his length, tasting salt and something purely him. His breath hitches when I focus on the sensitive spot just beneath the head, and I file that reaction away for later. The weight of him on my tongue feels perfect, substantial but not overwhelming.
“Damn, sweetheart.” The words come out strangled when I take him deeper. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
His praise makes me bolder. I use my tongue to trace the prominent vein along his shaft, hollowing my cheeks as I work him with increasing confidence. When I look up at him through my lashes, his amber eyes have gone nearly black with want.
“You taste so good,” I murmur, pulling back to catch my breath. “I love watching you lose control.”
The admission makes him groan, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. I smile and take him back into my mouth, deeper this time, until I feel him hit the back of my throat. The sound he makes—broken and desperate—sends heat pooling between my thighs.
I establish a rhythm, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick flicks of my tongue. My hands explore what my mouth can’t reach, one cupping his balls while the other grips his base. When I roll his balls gently between my fingers, he makes a sound like he’s breaking apart.
“Just like that.” His hips start to thrust gently, and I can smell how his scent has gone darker, more possessive. “God, you’re so good at this. So fucking perfect.”
I can feel how he throbs against my tongue, taste the salt of his arousal growing stronger. His control is fraying—I can see it in the tight line of his shoulders, hear it in the ragged way he’s breathing. The knowledge that I’m doing this to him, that I have this kind of power over someone so composed, is intoxicating.
“Sadie,” he warns, voice rough with need. “If you keep doing that thing with your tongue, I’m not going to last much longer.”
Instead of backing off, I double down. I take him as deep as I can, swallowing around him while my hand works his base in a twisting motion. His reaction is immediate and violent—a sharp curse as his whole body goes rigid.
I can feel his knot starting to swell at the base of his cock, and the knowledge that I’m doing this to him, that I’m making his alpha biology respond this intensely, sends a thrill through me. I wrap my fingers around the growing knot, squeezing gently.
“Fuck, Sadie—” His hips jerk, and I can smell how his scent has gone completely alpha-dominant, possessive and wild.
“Sadie, I’m close.” He tries to pull away.
But I don’t let him retreat. Instead, I take him deeper, swallowing around the head of his cock until he’s shaking withthe effort of holding back. Part of my brain is amazed at how confident I feel, how right this seems—the same brain that’s also noting how uncomfortable this hardwood floor is on my knees.
“Let go.” I murmur around him.
When he falls apart with my name on his lips, I swallow everything he gives me, savoring both the taste and the knowledge that I can make this quiet, controlled man completely lose himself.
“Come here.” His voice is rough as he pulls me up for a deep kiss that tastes like gratitude and overwhelming love.
But when I expect him to hold me, to let us both catch our breath, his hands are already working at my clothes with purposeful intent.
“My turn,” he murmurs against my lips, backing me against the opposite shelf. “My turn to show you how grateful I am.”
“Levi, you don’t have to?—”
“I want to.” He echoes my earlier words back to me, his hands sliding under my shirt to find bare skin. “Want to taste you. Want to make you fall apart the way you just did to me.”
His fingers find the clasp of my bra, and when he frees my breasts, his mouth follows immediately. The sensation of his lips and tongue on my sensitive skin makes me gasp and arch against him.
“So beautiful,” he breathes against my skin, working his way down my body with deliberate slowness. “Love how you respond to me.”
When he drops to his knees before me, I thread my fingers through his hair, already trembling with anticipation. He strips away my jeans and underwear with careful hands, pressing soft kisses to my thighs as he goes.
“Hold onto the shelf,” he instructs, his voice gone rough with want. “I’m going to make this so good for you.”
The first touch of his mouth against my core makes me cry out, the sound echoing off the bookstore walls. He starts slow, learning my responses the same way I learned his, building me higher with every stroke of his tongue.
“Levi,” I gasp, my grip tightening in his hair. “Oh god, that feels incredible.”
