My hand travels up my thigh. I gently push the robe aside as I angle my legs apart. Muffled sounds of movement come from the other side of the door. My breathing stills as I freeze and listen closely.
The door flies off the hinges with earth-shattering strength.
Knox fills the empty frame with the hard lines of his body; his wild, pitch black eyes devour me completely. His chest heaves underneath his open black shirt and sweat gleams across his chiseled muscles. His hair is disheveled, as if he ran his hands through it several times.
We hold eye contact for a moment, dancing on the edge of our desires. Neither one of us dares to speak or move. Then, his eyes fixate on what is between my opened legs.
“Is this—is this part of the bond?” I pant, my voice low and husky with longing.
Knox licks his lips and nods slowly, as if he doesn’t trust himself to speak. His jaw clenches tightly as his hands ball into fists at his side.
“It burns,” I hiss through my own gritted teeth. “What happens if I don’t touch myself?” My question drifts like smoke in the space between us. My hands shake as I fight with my body, with the need to be touched.
“I don’t know much about bonds and how they work, but I know it wants us to complete it.”
A laugh escapes my lips at the sound of his husky words. Of course it does. What the fuck am I going to do? A new hatred eats away at me. I hate him. I hate this stupid bond and the way it makes me feel, the way he makes me feel…
“I won’t touch you without your consent.”
I frown at his hesitant expression. My eyes snag on the bob of his throat. We both know if he touches me now, I’ll come in under thirty seconds. The thought releases a moan from my lips. Whatever self-restraint Knox has snaps at the sound.
In one fluid movement, he drops his pants, revealing his hard length to me.
My jaw falls open and my mouth salivates. Utter perfection, just like the rest of him.
“Show me,” he commands.
My heart races. Is he asking me to pleasure myself in front of him?
“If you don’t do it, I’ll do it for you. I don’t know how long I can refrain from putting my head between your legs.”
He doesn’t want this unless I want it. The tenderness of it makes my heart crack in two. But now isn’t the time for analyzing whatever trauma he’s dealing with inside his head.
I nod without hesitation and open my legs wider. Knox grips the door frame to keep himself upright, and I swear to God, I hear the wood groan beneath his grip. I’ve never been jealous of a piece of wood before this moment.
I throw my inhibitions out the window. I’m not a prude when it comes to sex, but I’ve never donethisbefore. I’ve never let someone watch. What a way to unlock a new kink. I close my eyes, my hand travelling higher to search for the right spot, and give into the pleasure and relief of it all.
“Look at me. I want you to look me in the eyes when you come!” His command sends a shiver running down my spine.
I obey, a loud, desperate moan escaping me from the intensity of his gaze. I circle my clit with my fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure I need to loosen the knot drawn so tight in my lower stomach. Knox releases a hand from the doorframe to grip his cock instead.
I stare into his eyes as he strokes himself. Panting and moaning fills my room. His eyes are all I can focus on to keep me tethered to the here and now, a burning pit of endless crimson.
My climax doesn’t take as long as I’d like. The knot loosens and the band snaps inside of me. Head thrown back, I continue to pump my fingers in and out of myself as I ride every wave of pleasure bursting from my body. But it’s not enough; while the burning has subsided, the need for him is still just as strong. Perhaps stronger than before.
I need more.
More, more, more.
I open my eyes, my euphoria cut short by panic when I realize he’s climbed on top of me. I didn’t even sense him closing the distance between us. His fierce grip pins me down by my wristson the soft sheets. My pussy pulses from the weight of his body against mine and I find my hips moving on their own accord, seeking a relief that only he can provide. In this delirious state, I don’t care that his kind had murdered my mother. I don’t care that he could break my wrists or snap my neck without a second thought.
I’m not afraid.
“I need you.” The words escape me before I can stop them. The feeling of his skin on mine drives me to the brink of insanity.
“Not like this,” Knox says, his voice a strained rasp. “When I make you mine, which I will, it won’t be because you’re driven mad with lust, triggered by the mate bond.” His eyes flick down to my lips, and my breath catches. “It will be because I’ve consumed your every thought just as you already have mine.”
His eyes turn a shade lighter as he brings my hand up to his mouth and licks my fingers clean.
