Page 64 of Knot what I want for Christmas
“You seriously always wanted to fuck me?” she asks as I climb up onto the bed after her.
“Always,” I growl, burying my face in her neck and sucking the fragile flesh there, inhaling and tasting and drowning in her sweet, sticky scent.
“Is that just an alpha and omega thing?”
“No, it’s a you and me thing.”
“I thought you hated me,” she says.
“Hate?” I snort. “Why the hell would I hate you?”
“Okay, maybe not hate, but I thought I really annoyed the heck out of you.”
Reluctantly, I pull back my face to stare down at her expression. I thought it was obvious, the way I felt about her. I thought my every move and my every action must have betrayed me, and that she’d just chosen to ignore it.
“If I found you so annoying,” I say, “then why did I find every excuse, every opportunity to be with you when you and Annie were living together at college.”
She frowns, clearly not understanding what I’m telling her.
“I helped you girls move all your stuff out of your room at college at the end of that first year, remember? And I helped you move into that apartment you rented and out again when you left.”
She frowns a little harder and nods. Her skin is so soft and warm against mine, and I can feel the heat between her legs. It’s like an invitation. But I want to have this conversation first. I want to make her understand just how much I’ve been pining for her all these years.
“I thought you did that because you were helping Annie,” she says. “Because you’re her big brother.”
“And the time I took you both out for food in your second year because you were desperate to try that new Thai restaurant. And the time I took you grocery shopping when you were broke. The time I drove through the night to deliver tissues and chicken soup when you got sick with the flu.”
“Again, I thought all that was for Annie.”
I shake my head. “It was my way of finding excuses to be with you. To spend time with you.”
“You never told me,” she says.
“I didn’t think you’d be interested,” I admit. “I’m an alpha, and I remember one of the first things you said to me …”
All the blood rushes to her face and she morphs into a tomato-red color in the dim light. Her hands fly up to cover her face.
“Oh my goodness,” she says. “What did I say?”
“Something along the lines of, ‘Urgh, an alpha,’” I say, imitating her voice and all the disdain her first words to me had betrayed.
“I didn’t!” She peeks through her fingers. “Did I?”
“You did,” I confirm.
“I think it’s because you surprised me. I opened that door to our room that first time we met. Do you remember? And I wasn’t expecting you there. It scared me half to death. You can be pretty darn intimidating, Clay Jackson, and I didn’t have much experience with alphas – definitely not many positive ones. But also your scent – it kind of hit me between the ovaries and nearly had me slicking on the spot.”
“You like my scent?” I say.
“Your scent is the most delicious thing I’ve ever smelled.”
And then, to my surprise, she lowers her hands, reaches up, and drags her tongue up the column of my throat, her eyes rolling back in her sockets as she does.
“Chocolate brownies,” she says. “You know how often I’ve eaten chocolate brownies and imagined you?”
I kiss her then – hard and passionately, stroking my tongue against her. Then I’m shifting her legs open with my knees, finding the hot heat between her legs, and sinking into her.
She’s wet with slick, but even still there’s a little resistance, and I pause halfway inside her to kiss her mouth again, to kiss her throat, to inhale her scent, to lift her leg and open her up further. When she’s moaning and whimpering and her walls are relaxing around me, I sink even deeper inside her. All the way. And the feeling is so intense, so beautiful, so wonderful, I can’t believe this is reality. I have to stop, close my eyes, and pinch myself, because it’s not a dream. I’m here with Hollie Bright. My cock deep inside her pussy, resting between her legs, staring down at her beautiful face.
