Page 71 of Tide Touched

Oh, here we go. What kinky stuff is he into? I’m not exasperated or worried, I truly want to know. I meet his gaze, trepidation and excitement coursing through me.

‘I know I want you forever, Katherine. You’re mine.’ On the last word, his grip tightens. It makes me feel safe, that possessive streak. I arch up, into his touch. ‘What if I knotted you?’

A blush creeps up my chest, spreading over my cheeks. A breeding kink. I smile shyly. ‘Isn’t that where you, uh, well, knot yourself inside me?’

Killian lowers his lips to mine, pressing softly. ‘Only if you want.’

I’ve read about it, but obviously haven’t experienced it. Apparently only certain wolves can do it? I guess like everything else in the bedroom it takes practice? So, what his cock would go into me than, like, form a knot? Which makes it easier for his cum to stay inside me? I wonder how that’d feel. More full, I guess. All these thoughts race through my mind. I stare up at him, sitting astride me, letting me make the choices.

‘I want you, all of you,’ I say. ‘I want you to knot me, mark me, claim me.’ My thoughts are going wild with what I’m telling him to do. The last time we had sex he was completely on fire. I can’t wait to do that again. Forever.

Killian’s mouth curls in a devilish smile. ‘Do you, now?’ He kisses the crown of my head, knowing it’s a weak spot for me. ‘You trust me, Katherine?’

I meet his gaze. Actually, my gaze goes to his pants. ‘Yes. And if you don’t get out of your jeans, I fear you may tear through them.’

‘How very considerate of you,’ Killian growls. He nods. ‘Go on, then. Take them off for me, like a good mate.’

Something warms inside me. In a casual conversation, I might poke at him for calling me that. But now? I like it. I waggle my bound hands. ‘I can’t, really.’

‘You have to make me a deal. You undo my pants while I do this to you.’ Killian leans forward and starts nibbling and pinching my nipples, making me yelp and wriggle. He releases my hands.

‘That is not fair,’ I whine. I reach for the button of his jeans as he gives a sharp little bite that has my pussy clenching, achingly empty.

‘Tough,’ Killian growls.

I whine his name between short breaths, finally getting the top button undone, barely able to think clearly. I don’t have to touch the zipper, it springs free, his large, throbbing cock forcing its way to freedom. I lick my lips. It’s right there. His cock is right in my face. I can smell his arousal. That sex smell that makes me feel drunk.

Without thinking, I reach out and brush my thumb over the crown of his cock.

My mate lets out a low moan and lifts his head. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ His voice is both chiding and playful.

I bite my lower lip, widening my eyes. ‘I want to touch you.’

Killian sits back, sparks starting to spit off his body, through his hair. He leans back, shucking off his pants, opening himself to me. He smiles, completely at ease, though his cock twitches every now and then. ‘Do whatever pleases you.’ He opens his hands in a welcoming gesture.

My gaze is pulled from his gorgeous face to his cock and back, finally landing on where I want to be. I take the rest of my clothes off and, on my knees, slide closer to him. ‘Do you mean that?’

Killian smiles. ‘Of course. Do whatever you like to me.’

I give a nervous smile. ‘What if I… I bite you or something?’

‘There might be an exception.’ His gaze lowers, a smirk on his lips. ‘Otherwise, go for it.’ He’s so relaxed, so trusting.

I crawl up to him. ‘You’re really not worried?’

Killian’s hand slides up to cup my cheek. ‘No. I know I’ll love whatever you do.’

I take a moment to gather my courage, then I guide him backward, pressing down on his shoulders to lay him on his back. He crosses his arms behind his head, and I get briefly distracted because that was sexy as hell. Then I crawl between his legs, which he parts for me, and settle before his cock. He trusts me, so I don’t feel the need to tell him what I plan to do—however sloppily—before I run my tongue over the crown of his cock.

Killian shudders, his muscles tensing. I glance up at him, but he’s clearly happy, so I keep going. Okay, full disclosure, I have never in my life given head, but how hard—no pun intended—can it be? Cock goes in mouth. Easy. I want to taste him. I want to see if I can drive him a little wild.

I want to rile him up.

I lick him again and again, swirling my tongue until he growls out my name and I smile. Then, trying to relax my jaw, I open my mouth and take in the tip of his cock, going slowly at first because I don’t think choking is a good idea. I mean, what a way to go, though.

I take more of him in, working his long, thick cock into my mouth, kind of surprised and impressed that it fits. As though it was designed to. I don’t know if I can take all of him into me, but I love his reactions as I try.

He alternates between groaning, swearing, and cussing me out in the best way possible.

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