His forehead presses against mine as he fucks me against the wall. The stretch is everything I wanted. In fact, I want more.
“I knew you were special,” he whispers before his mouth is back on mine.
He tastes perfect; everything about him is perfect. My scent match thinks I’m special and perfect. Is there a better feeling?
Apparently, there is as he pushes his knot deep inside of me.
A loud moan attempts to escape me, but he uses his hand to cover my mouth.
“Those sweet sounds are only for me now, baby. God, look at you. Fucking perfect. This pussy was made for me. You smell so goddamn good.”
My eyes roll back ever so slightly with the praise and the sensation. My thighs are shaking, and my nails are digging into his shoulders as I try to keep myself wrapped around his cock.
“Come on, baby, I want that slick dripping against the floor,” he says.
His knot swells, and I fall apart, my body pulsating against his length as my body shakes and my vision goes hazy.
He feels so good.
Everything feels so right as he spills inside of me.
I grab his neck, and he pants as he rests his face against mine, rocking his hips with what little he can, like he can’t get enough of me.
His forehead is against mine, and he pulls back, his brows furrowed. Max uses the wall to balance me as he rests the back of his hand against my forehead.
“Sloane? Are you sick?”
The back of my head thuds against the wall as I try to organize my thoughts. His scent is so consuming, and really, the only sensation that’s filling me is the stretch of his cock.
Definitely not sick, just very happy.
“No,” I whisper. “Good.”
He looks like he doesn’t believe me, and I’m about to convince him to let me rub my clit against his pelvis while we’re knotted when the door swings open.
A furious Bram glances over in our direction.
It’s like cold water is being splashed on me, but at the same time, I’m drowning in feelings I can’t decipher.
Bram just stands there for a moment in shock.
“Get the fuck out,” Max says, and I shake my head.
“No. Alpha. Stay,” I tell Bram, and he looks like he’s about to lose it.
His hands are balled into fists. He doesn’t speak, just breathes through his nose and walks and turns away.
The previously euphoric sensation fades away. I can’t run after him. I’m knotted to Max.
I rub my forehead.
Think rationally, Sloane.
“Sloane, what the fuck was that?” Max asks, glancing over at the door where Bram just left.
Tears fill my eyes as the reality sets in of what just happened and what’s about to happen.
Fuck.
