Page 104 of Knotted By my Pack
I look down at the crushed leaves beneath my shoes. I don’t want to make this weird, but the question won’t leave me alone.
“It’s just... when Noah knotted me, it took almost two hours before he... well, before it was over. Before he could pull out.”
Elias doesn’t move, just watches me. No judgment, no reaction. I push on.
“But with Julian, it was different. It happened fast. He finished, then released almost right away, and then…” My throat tightens, but I push through it. “He knotted me again. And that time, it only lasted like an hour. Maybe a little less. So what I want to know is... do you know why that is?”
He doesn’t answer right away. Just rubs his hand along the line of his jaw like he’s thinking through something he isn’t sure he should say out loud.
I feel heat crawl up the back of my neck. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. You probably don’t want to talk about that.”
“That’s not it,” he says, voice low.
I glance up.
He’s staring at the ground, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw flexes.
He takes a step closer. “The truth is, thinking about them knotting you…” He lifts his gaze. “It makes me horny.”
That is absolutely not what I expected to come out of his mouth. My lips part, words stalling, heartbeat tripping.
“Yeah?” I ask, breath caught somewhere between surprise and something deeper.
“Yeah,” he says, nodding once. Then he grabs my wrist and pulls me into him, kissing me. His mouth is hot, full of hunger and heat, and his hands slide around my waist like he’s anchoring himself to me.
I don’t pull away. I open to him instead, my tongue chasing his, fingers slipping into his hair as his hands spread wide acrossmy back. His body presses into mine, solid and warm and hard, and for a second, the forest disappears.
When he finally pulls back, I catch my breath and look up at him, a little dazed.
“It’s not just the knot,” he says. “It’s the intimacy of it. The instinct. The way your body accepts it. The fact that it means you’re his, even if it’s only for those minutes. It’s raw, and real, and it’s so tied to instinct that it makes my body react whether I want it to or not.”
He strokes my lower back, eyes locked on mine. “You’re built to take it. That’s what gets me. Knowing that it’s your body’s choice too, not just ours.”
His words send something low and electric curling through me. The honesty, the way he sees it—it shifts something.
“It’s how sometimes, you get an orgasm and it lasts a few minutes, and other times, it’s so toe-curling that you need a minute just to catch your breath. It’s the same with the knot. Typically, it takes longer than a few minutes, but that’s not just us. It’s also you. You play a huge part in it.”
Then he dips his head, lips brushing my ear. “Are you thinking about me doing it to you?”
I breathe in sharply, my fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt. “I just don’t understand. We’ve had sex... more than once. And you never have.”
He leans back to look at me fully. “That’s on purpose.”
I blink.
“Because once I do, I’m not walking away from you,” he says. “That’s the difference. I’ve waited because I didn’t want to mark you like that unless you wanted it. I didn’t want it to be just biology. I wanted it to be you choosing me.”
My throat tightens. My hands slip up to his chest, resting over the steady rhythm beneath his skin.
His voice lowers again. “Do you want me to?”
I press a kiss to the corner of his jaw, soft and slow. “Yes.”
Elias doesn’t waste time. His grip tightens at my hips, dragging my body flush against his. I can feel the hardness of him through his jeans, hot and full and demanding.
He buries his face in my neck, breathing me in like I’m the only air he wants. Maybe “needs” is a better word.
His fingers slide beneath my sweater, pushing it up until my breasts are bare to the forest air. His tongue flicks across one nipple before he sucks it into his mouth.
