“You know what, how about I blow you instead?”
I blink, taken aback. “What?”
Bane starts to move down my body, positioning himself between my legs. He acts like nothing is wrong, but something definitely changed.
Since we usually just tear each other’s clothes off and move fast, we mostly use our hands and mouths to get each other off. He’s only been inside me twice. I’m still hoping this will be time number three.
My fingers curl around his muscular bicep, pulling him back up to me. “What about—oh.”
When I look down, my eyes land on what he’s trying to hide. My words dry up in my throat. Whoa. Look at that. A bulge around the base of his cock.
A knot.
The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. I stare transfixed at the undeniable evidence throbbing between his thighs. My eyes water when I stare so long without blinking, my entrance clenching at the thought of taking him—all of him.
“Not a big deal,” Bane grumbles, eyes flicking away from mine, a rare flush creeping up his neck. “Ignore it.”
“How do I ignorethat?”
Both Alphas and alphas, who are the descendants of Alphas, have special quirks—golden eyes, bigger wolves, stronger senses in human form, and yes, knots. To be completely honest, I always wondered if knots were a myth. A few shops in town sell toys catering to this particular fantasy but that doesn’t mean they’re modeled on something real.
Don’t alphas only develop knots around their mates? My heart pounds in my chest as the implications wash over me. The knot,Bane’sknot, formedfor me?Even if Bane hasn’t Recognized me as his mate yet, his body clearly responds to my presence.
“Come on, stop staring. Haven’t you seen a knot before?”
I shake my head. “No, not like this. Right in front of me.”
My fingers hover just above the swollen base of Bane’s cock, only to have him swat them away with an impatient growl.
“It just happens sometimes when I’m horny,” he grumbles, his jaw clenched.
“Oh,” I say. I thought... well, it doesn’t matter what I thought.
To Bane, this is merely another part of his anatomy, not the symbol of a deeper bond that I imagined.
That makes some sense. I might have stumbled on a few, uh,adult videosfeaturing knots. It must be possible to pop a knot in multiple scenarios, because when I remember the videos, well… there’s no way all those men were all mated to each other.
But seeing his knot, the longing is hard to ignore. Sure, Bane might beableto pop a knot anytime. I’m still his true mate. That means his knot ismeantfor me.
“So, um…” I search for something to say, anything to ease the tension of this awkward moment. I can’t even manage to stop staring or make my brain think about something else. “Bane…”
He stares down at the bed. “Just drop it, Fielding.”
“Will you just look at me?”
Surprisingly, he actually does. Words fail me as our eyes lock. Every emotion I’ve been hiding must be painted across my face, but he doesn’t look away. I don’t either. Instead, I let him see everything, silently inviting him closer, yearning to share this moment, to share everything.
The longer he stares, the more I hope he sees me clearly. Seeing everything I’ve been too afraid to show him. I think he’s reading me like a book, the way mates should—but apparently he translates it all wrong.
“No, you can’t have it,” he snaps.
“I never asked!”
“Good. It’s not for fuckbuddies.”
That ends the conversation.
Our night together already ruined, he leaves a short time later.
