“You smell like me now,” he snarls. “Inside and out. You fucking begged for this—look what you did to me.”
And I did.
He’s gone. Fully gone. Rut has him by the throat, and I’m the one who put him there.
Something about that makes me moan, makes slick gush between my thighs.
Because Beau Wolfe doesn’t lose control. Not on the ice, not in public, not with anyone. But here he is: ruined, and undone.
Because of me.
Idrove him over the edge.Imade this happen.
And Ilove it.
He bends over me, his broad chest slick against my back, his voice nothing but gravel and heat in my ear.
“I’m going to knot you while I fucking bite you,” he says, broken and hoarse. “You’re going to come while I claim you, and you’re going to fuckingthank mefor it.”
My whole body shudders, pleasure threatening to collapse me from the inside out.
“Do it, then,” I whisper, voice raw and wrecked. “Claim me.”
With a snarl torn straight from his chest, his mouth locks onto my neck, teeth sinking in hard and deep—
And at the exact same moment, his knot punches into me, massive and brutal and stretching me open until I scream.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Possession.
My orgasm rips through me like wildfire; my whole body clenching, twitching, spasming beneath him as I cry out again and again, slick pouring around his knot, my mind gone.
And he doesn’t stop.
His knot pulses thick inside me, locking us together, cock still twitching as he floods me, groaning into my skin, breath wild and hot as his claim sears into the base of my neck.
I’m marked.
I’m knotted.
I’mruined.
And I’ve never felt more powerful in my life.
I lie there trembling, stretched and shaking and split wide open with him still buried deep, still latched onto my neck like he’ll never let go.
And all I can think is:
I asked for this.
Fuck.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Beau
