Oh god, just when I think I couldn’t be more desperate, he goes and wrecks me all over again with those amazing words. I need his damn knot. Right now.
“Yes, give it to me,” I groan.
“Be patient.”
“No! Give it to me. If your cock isn’t inside me in the next three seconds—”
No idea how that sentence would end. Fortunately, I don’t need to finish my hollow threat. He presses forward, and I gasp as the head of his cock breaches my entrance.
“Don’t worry. The wait’s over,” he groans above me, his breath hot against my neck as he sinks in deeper.
Each new inch isn’t enough, not when I need everything. Including the thick bulge nudging against my rim. I can’t stand waiting another second. The knot at the base of his shaft is poised and ready to push inside me, and his eyes bore into mine.
“Sure about this?” he grunts. “Last chance to back out, you know?”
“Why would I do such a thing?”
“You’ll be stuck with an asshole like me.”
“Good,” I say. “That’s exactly what I want.”
Is that as romantic as I intended it to be? Probably not, but I mean every word.
I clutch the back of his neck and yank him down to me. Our mouths collide with desperate hunger, and I nip at his lips and snarl, feeling wilder than I ever do on the full moon.
No second thoughts whatsoever. My whole body aches to completely connect with him.
“Bane, I love you so fucking much,” I hiss against his lips.
“I love you too.”
“Then shut up and knot me already.”
The corner of his mouth quirks up in an infuriating, beautiful smirk. “Whatever you say, pup.”
His hips shift, the pressure increasing as his knot slowly pushes inside me. My eyes roll back as the big bulge stretches me wider and wider. Oh my god. My fingers clutch at his sweat-slicked shoulders, leaving red trails as they slide down his muscled back.
“Fuck, Josh,” he growls.
The bulge at the base of his shaft finally slides fully past the tight ring of muscle. My back arches off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from my throat as I’m stretched impossibly wide, completely filled.
Bane’s forehead drops to rest against mine, both of us breathing hard and trembling. We’re connected in the most intimate way possible. His knot is finally where it belongs.
“Everything okay? You feel so good,” he praises. “You’re taking it all, sweetheart.”
“Oh fuck, it’s big,” I groan.
“You say the sweetest things,” comes the playful response.
“So full,” I gasp.
“Yeah. Gonna keep you right where I want you.”
Ready as I am, it still feels like I’m being stretched beyond my limits. But it’s like we said, we’re meant for each other. That means his knot was made for me, and I know it’s nothing I can’t handle. I take breaths and adjust while he gives me time to get comfortable until all I feel is full and warm and happy. And Bane, so much Bane. I feel him everywhere. He’s all around me and inside me, it’s incredible.
“Doing so good, pup,” he praises. “You’re perfect.”
My big Alpha watches me with such love and tenderness. Without a doubt, this is where I belong—with him, exactly like this.
