Page 132 of Beasts of Mine

Twice.

Again.

“Please.” I gasped to Malek as I pressed back more insistently, my fingers curling into the blanket. “Malek, I need you inside me. Please.”

“Since you asked so sweetly.” Malek’s answer came rough behind me as his grip tightened around my hips. Then he drove forward. I cried out as he filled me completely in one deep thrust, the new position changing the angle enough that my arms trembled beneath me. Malek’s hands held my hips as he established a hard rhythm, pulling me back to meet him again and again. His breathing had become rough behind me, the occasional growl breaking through whenever my body tightened around him.

“You take me so well.” Malek praised beside my ear when he leaned over me, one arm coming around my waist. “Fuck, Evie.”

I clenched around him again, and his rhythm broke for half a second. That was when I noticed he was close, but his knot still hadn’t begun to swell.

“You’re holding back.” I gasped to Malek, looking over my shoulder as far as the position allowed.

“I want one more from you first.” Malek answered through a rough breath, his hand tightening against my hip before sliding around my waist. A shiver ran through me. Malek had been paying attention from the moment he touched me, and now he used everything he had learned. His pace picked up while one hand moved between my thighs again and the other threaded into my hair, not pulling hard enough to hurt, only tipping my head back so his mouth could find my neck.

“One more.” Malek urged against my ear, his voice fraying as he held me closer. “Give me one more.” His fingers and the hard rhythm behind me pushed me over before I could answer. I threw my head back with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him hard enough to drag a broken groan from his throat.

“Now.” Malek growled, his hand locking around my hip as the first change in his knot pressed against me. I felt it begin to swell. Malek drove deep and stayed there, his hips flush against mine while the pressure built. The growing stretch made me suck in a breath, my body still pulsing from the orgasm he had just dragged out of me. His knot expanded gradually inside me, stretching me more than I have ever had.

“Malek.” I gasped his name as my fingers clutched the blanket, needing something to hold while the pressure increased.

“I’ve got you.” Malek wrapped one arm securely around my waist and pulled my back against his chest as much as our position allowed. “Breathe for me.”

I focused on his voice as his knot locked fully inside me. The pressure became intense enough that tears gathered at the corners of my eyes, and I sucked in a shaky breath while every pulse of him registered where we were joined. Malek stayed still, his hand moving slowly across my stomach while his purr deepened into a steady vibration behind me until my body adjusted around him.

“Still good?” Malek asked against my shoulder, his voice rough but controlled as he waited for my answer instead of relying on scent alone.

“More than good.” I assured Malek as I gradually relaxed back against his chest. For a few moments, everything settled exactly the way I expected. Malek stayed close behind me, his mouth brushing my shoulder while we caught our breath, and I waited for the familiar post-knot lull to take over.

Except Malek’s purr never softened.

I turned my head enough to look at him. Malek was still watching me with the same dark hunger he had worn before the knot formed. One of his hands rested very still at my hip, and something about the way his fingers flexed once told me the stillness was deliberate rather than relaxed.

“What?” Malek asked when he caught me studying him, his brow lifting slightly while his scent remained heavy around us.

“You’re still looking at me like that.” I shifted carefully against Malek, a breathless laugh slipping into my voice when his arm tightened around my waist.

“Like what?” Malek asked, his voice dropping when the small movement changed the pressure between us.

“Like you’re not done.” I answered Malek, watching his expression sharpen.

“Are you?” Malek asked quietly, his mouth brushing the back of my shoulder as he waited. I had already come more than once, my legs were shaky, and we were thoroughly locked together. Still, the hungry look on his face sent fresh warmth through me.

“I’ve been knotted before.” I reminded Malek as I reached back and caught the side of his neck. “No one has ever looked at me afterward like he was still deciding what else he wanted to do to me.”

Malek’s hand tightened once at my waist, and his purr dropped lower.

“That sounds like their mistake.” Malek murmured near my ear, unmistakable satisfaction roughening the words.

“That was dangerously confident.” I warned Malek, although my scent sweetened enough to make the warning useless.

“I can stop.” Malek reminded me, his voice steadier than the hand flexing at my hip.

I shifted against him again, deliberately this time. “I didn’t ask you to stop.” I tightened my fingers behind Malek’s neck and pulled him closer. The growl that left him vibrated straight through me. Malek kissed the side of my neck and adjusted us carefully, keeping the knot comfortable while his arm locked more securely around my waist. There wasn’t much room for movement while we were tied together, but he discovered quickly that he didn’t need much. The first small roll of his hips changed the pressure enough to make my whole body tense.

“Oh.” The sound slipped out before I could stop it, my hand tightening over Malek’s forearm. Malek paused just long enough to read my reaction before doing it again.

“Malek.” I whimpered as another wave moved through an already oversensitive body, the fullness making every small shift feel considerably bigger.