Page 135 of Knot For A Moment

Easing inside her, my knot pressed against her entrance. She shook her head. “No.”

Grinning, I leaned closer. “Am I dark enough for you yet, Sloane?”

She gripped my shoulders. “What happens if I say no?”

It was still a wonder at all that she wanted those parts of me. The kinky, slightly fucked up side I hid from most people. There was plenty I hadn’t explored because I didn’t know how deep it went. But for the first time, I felt like I could explore it with someone.

Images played through my mind. Sloane tied to this bed while I used my mouth on her until she begged. Painting her with that ice cream we just talked about. Taking her back to Pavilion and fucking her inside those filmy curtains, knowing that anyone might look over and watch. Like the rest of our pack.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “But we’ll find out together.”

“Then no,” she whispered. “You’re not nearly dark enough for me, Ash.”

“I should wait,” I told her. “Until this has gone down a bit. But…”

Sloane’s cry of pleasure was music to my fucking ears. I pushed my fully swollen knot inside her pussy, settling where we both wanted it, and kept going. My knot ached and felt so fucking good. My breath went ragged. “I want to be knotted in you forever.”

Dropping over her, I circled her throat with my hand once more. She loved this. The way her breath hitched and eyes closed. Her pussy squeezed me, on the verge of coming again.

“You like me holding you down,” I breathed in her ear.

All she did was lift her hands, crossing her wrists above her head, her eyes opening to lock on mine. Desire, love, need, and pure trust.

I covered her wrists with my other hand, pressing her into the bed with both, and fucked my Omega. She melted underneath me. Surrendering. Coming. Accepting every part of me and offering it all in return.

The orgasm hurt.

My knot was deliciously painful inside her, the ache of going over again almost too much. Almost.

I closed my eyes and rode out the storm, letting my forehead press against hers. My lips met hers without ever opening my eyes.

Sloane tugged at her captive wrists, and I didn’t move my hand. I smiled at her. “I don’t want to let you go yet, sweetheart.”

A shudder ran through her body—a good one. Sloane bit her lower lip. “Okay.”

My purr rose softly, easy as breathing. “Thank you.”

She snorted. “Why are you thanking me? You just made me come so hard I thought I was going to pass out.”

“Oh?” One eyebrow rose. “I wonder what it would take for you to go all the way.”

Finally, I moved us back up to the top of the bed, our bodies still locked together. “You know why I’m thanking you, blue.”

“Yeah.” Her fingers traced one of my tattoos. “But you don’t need to. I want it. All of it. I know there’s more.”

“There is.”

“You going to show me?”

“Without a doubt. But we have a lifetime for it.”

Her cheeks tinged pink, her eyes dropping to my chest. “It seems so strange to say that. I know it’s true, but it’s like… before you got here, I thought I was just going to keep doing life by myself. Now I haveplans. I love it. Just hard to wrap my head around it.”

In the car she’d asked me to bond her. “I don’t just remember your nest doodles, by the way.”

“What do you mean?”

“I remember you making those pages for a bonding ceremony. Pretty dresses. Purple lilies. Candles. Lights strung over a dance floor.”

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