If I let him stay.
The full moon is coming. It's bright outside, and the light spills into the room, casting harsh shadows along his already sharp angles and lines.
I hold my inhale, waiting for his next move. One corner of his mouth lifts as his hands find the hem of his shirt. He peels it off in one fluid motion. His torso is nothing but ridges of packed muscle. A wolf's paw print tattooed on one thick pec. I lose count of his abs. Biceps so massive, lats and shoulders so stacked, the tapering of his narrow waist carves a perfect V-shape that cuts into his hips and pelvis.
All that raw strength, and still, he waits. My fingers have a mind of their own, reaching forward, tracing the hard contours of his chest. My fingertips follow the arrow of muscle that disappears beneath his waistband.
Grayson's alpha growls, and my hand shakes—but still, I trace and feel. It's like stone. Smooth and hard.
My mouth waters and I suck in my lip, barely breathing.
"Are you here to apologize?" I ask shakily.
"Nope."
I almost laugh. He quirks an eyebrow, the gesture somehow both playful and predatory. We stare each other down, his eyes blazing with challenge as his gaze travels from my eyes down to my neck and chest. His hands move to his belt, sliding the leather through the buckle with deliberate slowness. The metalclinks as he unbuttons the top of his jeans. I have to swallow the saliva gathering in my mouth. I can't look away.
He pushes his pants down. Of course he's not wearing anything beneath them. My pussy clenches when his thick length springs up. My perfume grows thick in the air, sweet and strong. It coats my tongue, blending with his cinnamon fire.
My eyes follow the trail of fine hair leading to his cock. My heart is racing. Pounding now.
"What—" I clear my throat. "What, umm…"
I feel like an idiot. I mean, I've had sex before. Plenty of times. Okay, I'm no seasoned lover, but I'm pretty sure… I've just never seen…
I force my gaze up and find Grayson smiling. Fucking laughing at me, silently, shoulders shaking.
"What's the matter, baby?" His rough voice coos.
I point my finger at his chest—then down. "What is that?"
He grips his cock and my entire body freezes. A whimper spills from my throat and my insides squeeze. Empty. Too empty.
"I guess this is one of those things you don't learn from human biology." He takes a step closer to me, and his cock bobs. I step backward, tripping over his shoe. But I right myself, then the backs of my knees hit the bed. He moves until I'm forced to sit down, and I'm eye-level with it.
"It's called a knot. Give me your hand."
His cock itself is massive. Long, so thick I'm not sure my hand would wrap around half of it. I've never… I don't think that'll fit. But that's not even the worst of it.
I can't tear my eyes off the other thing—the thick, bulbous shape at the base of his cock. It looks as if it's pulsing. My hand reaches out and I bravely circle my palm around it, though my fingers do not touch. Grayson hisses.
I test the texture, flexing my fingers. It's soft—softer than anything else on his body, anyway—but when I squeeze, it pulses back against me.
"What's a knot?" I ask. My throat feels dry.
His hand wraps around mine, then he squeezes so tightly it must hurt because he's nearly crushing my fingers. But the expression on his face—euphoric.
"Alpha and beta males have them around their cocks. They swell inside your pussy when we come. It locks us together."
"Wh-why—what, umm—"
"It's a biological thing. For procreation. It only swells for your mate."
"Oh." So… he's never used it before. My omega flutters at the thought. That this one thing belongs to us.
He's silent, and for a second, I assume he's laughing. But when I look up, there's nothing funny in his expression. His hand squeezes mine again and his knot pushes back.
"Will it hurt?"
