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I dig my heels into the rail. I taste blood on my lip where I bit it. I don’t even realize I’m crying until he slows for a half-beat and kisses my cheek, tongue flicking away the tear.
“Hazel,” he says, so earnest it cracks something inside me, “I’ve wanted you like this for so fucking long.”
I whimper, the noise almost embarrassing, but he just grins—really grins, like he can’t help it. It’s so open, so vulnerable, I nearly come from that alone.
He fucks me harder then, snapping his hips faster, and it’s almost too much, the way each stroke hits something inside me that makes my vision go white and my toes curl.
I feel him everywhere, the stretch and the fill, the rough scrape of his jeans against my thighs, the press of his chest, and the scratch of his stubble on my shoulder, every molecule of me alive and screaming.
He’s muttering now, low and filthy, words that make me want to climb out of my own skin.
“So fucking tight. So good. Taking me like you were made for it. Look at you, Hazel, fuck, you’re perfect.” I want to mock-scold him for the dirty talk, but it just makes me clench tighter, makes my whole body seize and arch, desperate to show him he’s right.
I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging like a lifeline, and he leans in to kiss me, open-mouthed and messy, teeth clacking and tongues tangling, all saliva and spit and raw, feral hunger.
He’s losing control, and that thought sends a wild thrill through me, because Luca doesn’t lose control. Luca is always the calm, dry-humored, slightly scary twin, the one who looks at the world like it’s a logic puzzle and only rarely lets anyone see the chaos underneath.
But here, now, all that restraint is gone, and he’s just a man, just an Alpha, rutting into me and groaning my name like a prayer.
His knot is starting to swell—I can feel it, thickening at the base, teasing at my entrance every time he bottoms out.I want it.God, I want it so bad, the feral, animal part of me screaming to be bred and knotted, to be marked as his in the way that makes even my cynical, romance-scorched heart go soft.
I drag my nails down his back, raking him through his shirt, and snarl, “Do it. Knot me, you coward.”
He laughs, breathless, and thrusts in even deeper, so deep I swear I can see galaxies behind my eyelids. “Didn’t think you’d beg for it,” he pants, and I bite his shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
“If you don’t, I’ll never let you eat at my bakery again.”
“Cruel, but if I knot you here, we both know we’re gonna end up on Oakridge Times for indecency,” he gasps, but he’s grinning, and then he’s slamming into me, knot pressing hard against my entrance, teasing the fuck out of me. “You don’t want that, do you?”
“I don’t care,” I whimper, and he chuckles, his hot breath taunting me.
“Cock deep Hazel, doesn’t care, but for our future self sanity, we’ll take a rain check on that, but I’ll reward you with the best fucking orgasm my Omega deserves.”
Then he’s slamming into me so fast, hard, and deep, I know it’ll be over before I can think straight.
I come so hard I black out for a second, muscles convulsing, entire body shuddering like I’m being electrocuted. I don’t even care that I’m sobbing, don’t care that I’m probably waking every bird and hiker within a ten-mile radius, because it’s the best, most real, most awake I’ve ever felt.
He holds me through it, arms wrapped tight, rocking me gently and murmuring nonsense into my hair, before he needs to pull out for his own sanity — and probably mine— because his knot is desperately wanting to join us, and deep down I know he’s right.
This isn’t the right place for knotting matters.
Not yet…but this instance is going to make it possible to happen so much sooner.
I twist my body carefully, ignoring the lightning bolt of overstimulation, and reach between us, cupping the base of his shaft where the knot is straining for release.
I massage it, slow and deliberate, feeling the way it pulses and swells, the way the sensation nearly makes him lose control. His arms flex around me, his hands gripping my hips so hard I’m certain I’ll have bruises for days, and for a second we’re suspended there, just breathing in the scent of each other and the wildness of what we’re doing.
“You’re a menace,” he mutters, voice gone hoarse and warm. “You keep that up and I’m going to knot you right now and call the fire department to come get us down.”
“Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing they’ve seen,” I pant, pressing back and squeezing at the knot just to see what happens. His cock twitches violently, and I swear I can feel the entire overlook railing shudder with the force of it. “Maybe I’ll bake them a cake as a thank you.”
He curses, and I swear he’s about to go over his own edge.
And I want to be the one to make him come undone…
“Hazel—” he gasps, voice shredded to nothing, grip bruising on my hips, face buried in my hair as he comes with a violence that leaves us both shaking.
I grin, triumphant, completely dazed and delighted with myself for finally being the one to make an Alpha lose every last scrap of composure.
