“I want you to knot me,” I breathe, and feel him shudder beneath me. “I want to feel it. All of it.”
He turns his head, eyes blown wide, searching mine, checking for hesitation.
“Willow…” he murmurs, voice wrecked. “Are you sure?”
I nod, slow and certain, letting my lips brush against hisagain. “I’m yours,” I whisper. “And I want you to knot me and claim me.”
He exhales a shaky breath, his arms wrapping around me tight.
“Fuck, Willow?—”
I rise and fall, setting the pace, my body claiming his as surely as he claimed my heart. There’s no fear in me anymore. Just need.
When his knot starts to swell, I don’t hesitate.
I lean in, brush my lips against his ear, and whisper, “Mark me.”
His entire body goes still.
“Are you sure?” he rasps.
I pull back just enough to meet his eyes. “Yes, I want you to. I want it to be you. If you’re ready…I am.”
His gaze searches mine, something raw and disbelieving in it.
“You’re sure?” he asks again with disbelief in his tone, his voice breaking. “Because once I do, I’m never letting you go.”
I smile, tears stinging my eyes. “Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
His mouth crashes against mine—hungry now, no longer soft. It’s the kind of kiss that leaves no room for doubt. The kind that burns.
I gasp into him as his hands grip my hips, holding me steady as he thrusts up, deep and slow. There’s no urgency, just intensity. Full-body, mind-splitting intensity.
He’s everywhere.
Under me. Inside me. Around me.
And with every roll of his hips, I feel the base of his cock beginning to swell, thickening just enough to make me whimper.
“Hunter…”
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, and the lookin his eyes is fierce, almost worshipful. “That’s it, omega. Let me feel you. Let me make you mine.”
My body answers for me—slick and eager as I rock against him, chasing the pressure, the fullness, the promise of something deeper.
He groans, head tipping back again as the swelling knot inside me begins to catch, tugging against my walls in a rhythm that sends a tremble up my spine.
Then, all at once, it locks.
I cry out, my head falling to his shoulder as he knots deep inside me, the stretch perfect, overwhelming. My muscles clamp around him, drawn tight with release.
“That’s it, princess,” he whispers against my skin. “Take it. Take all of me.”
And I do.
I fall apart around his knot, body trembling, mouth open in a soundless moan. My nails dig into his chest as he holds me through it, rocking slow and steady, his hands never leaving my body.
My vision goes hazy. My breath stutters. And somewhere in the middle of the haze, his teeth brush against the soft skin of my neck, and then—he bites.
