His laugh was dark and rough. "Thank fuck."
Clothes disappeared in a frenzy of hands and heat, his suit hitting the floor in an expensive heap I knew he didn't care about. My shirt followed, then my jeans, until there was nothing between us but skin and want and the electric charge of an alpha and omega finally, finally giving in.
Knox's lips blazed a trail down my body, lingering at the hollow of my throat where my pulse hammered against his tongue. His breath ghosted over my collarbone, then lower, his stubble scraping deliciously against the sensitive curve of my breast. When his teeth caught my nipple, electricity shot through me and my back bowed off the mattress, a sound escapingme that I barely recognized as my own. His answering rumble vibrated against my skin.
"So responsive," he murmured against my skin. "So perfect. My omega."
The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through me. "Yours," I agreed, breathless. "Knox, please…"
"Tell me what you need."
"You. I want you to fucking knot me…”
"All of it," I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. "I want all of you."
Knox growled, a primal sound that vibrated through my bones as he settled between my thighs. His eyes were molten amber, pupils blown wide with desire as he stared down at me. One large hand slid down to test my readiness, fingers sliding through the slick evidence of my arousal.
"You're soaked for me," he said, voice rough. "Been thinking about this since the hotel room, haven't you? Dreaming about my knot?"
I nodded frantically, beyond words as his thumb circled my clit with devastating precision. My hips bucked against his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him.
"Use your words, Harper," he commanded, stilling his movements. "Tell me exactly what you've been thinking about."
"Your knot," I admitted, heat flooding my cheeks even as desire pooled between my legs, and my slick ran like a stream onto the sheets beneath us. "How it felt when you…" I broke off with a moan as he slid two fingers inside me, curling them in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
"When I claimed you?" Knox supplied, his free hand gripping my hip to hold me in place as I writhed beneath him. "When I filled you up so perfectly you couldn't tell where I ended and you began?"
"Yes," I hissed through clenched teeth. "God, yes."
He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss until I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Knox braced himself above me, muscles straining with the effort of his restraint.
"Look at me," he demanded, and I forced my heavy lids open to meet his gaze. "I want to see your face when I take you. When I make you mine."
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching me to the point of exquisite pain. I cried out, my body arching to take him deeper, my hands scrambling for purchase against his sweat-slicked back.
"Fuck," Knox groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "You feel like heaven. Like you were made for me."
He began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, hitting spots inside me that sent electric currents racing along my nerve endings. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, the sound punctuated by our mingled gasps and moans.
"Mine," he growled against my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Say it, Harper. Tell me who you belong to."
"Yours," I gasped, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. "I'm yours, Knox."
His rhythm faltered, hips jerking erratically as his control began to slip. I could feel him swelling inside me, the base of his cock beginning to expand as his knot formed. The sensation was overwhelming he most intense pleasure I'd ever experienced. Each pulse of his growing knot pressed against my g-spot, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me.
"Mine," Knox growled again as his knot started to his release pulse sending shock waves quick fast and in a hurry throughout my pussy. "My omega. My mate."
Moments later, another claiming bite in the same spot came, his teeth sinking into the junction of my neck and shoulder, the traditional place. My second orgasm hit me unexpectedly,triggered by the bite and the fullness and the overwhelming rightness of being locked to him this way. I shattered around him again, distantly aware of my own teeth finding his shoulder, marking him in return.
“Mine,” I whispered. “My alpha!”
Later on as we lay basking in the aftermath, each of us catching our breath, Knox turned on his side and stared at me. His fingers drew lazy circles over my stomach that was rising and falling slowly.
“Stay,” he murmured.
“Well, I am,” I gave a soft laugh.
“No,” he shook his head. “I mean like stay…for forever. Stay with me.”
