However, if he knew the horrors in my mind, he would understand. He wouldn’t even hesitate.
“If I knot you, I’ll claim you.”
“Then claim me,” I tell him. “Make me yours, just as fate intends me to be.”
He shakes his head, but it isn’t in denial. I can see the wonder in his features. As well as his wolf.
He’s about to lose control.
Which is exactly what I want to feel. What I need to experience.
“Bite me,Alpha,” I tell him—the beast. Then I focus on the human side and clarify, “Claim me with your knot.”
11
GREY
This female is goingto be the death of me.
The logical part of me knows we should talk.
But the animal part of me is refusing to adhere to reason. My beast is raging. Because our female just asked me to bite her. To knot her.To claim her.
It’s our destiny, something my soul knows as well as my mind. Yet there’s so much left unsaid between us. So many riddles.
While lost in what she thought was a dream, she confessed that she intends to endure something for me.Endure what?I want to demand again, to make her tell me the truth. To confide whatever fate she’s witnessed in her mind.
Because whatever that fate is… it’s deeply unsettling to her. I could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice. I want her to explain, to tell me what I don’t know.
But she’s asking me to do this for her first.
To give her my knot. To give her a moment of us—her words.
Followed by,“It’s all I’ve ever desired. For myself.”
It feels selfish to demand that she satisfy my curiosity first.
My Omega needs me to put her needs above my own.
Which ironically suits my beast’s present desires, too.
Claiming her won’t be a hardship. It’ll be the opposite. It’ll be amazing. The most incredible experience of my lifetime.
It feels almost wrong that I will gain as much pleasure—if not more—than my intended mate.
But it’s what she wants.
So it’s what I’m going to give her.
I don’t tell her that with words. I simply kiss her instead.
But it’s not just any kiss.
It’s a vow.
One I’ve never given to anyone else. Because she’s the first I’ve ever kissed. It wasn’t just my knot that I saved for a future mate, it was the intimacy, too.
Orgasms have always been a clinical exercise for me. A way to escape into temporary bliss and curb the feral urges of my beast.
