I don’t wait any longer. I shift my hips, lining us up. He grips my waist, helping me. I sink down onto him, taking him all in.
“Condom?” he hisses.
“I’m on birth control.”
The stretch is intense, a sweet, full pressure that makes me gasp. He’s inside me, all bare, no barriers between us.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, rocking slowly, adjusting to the size of him.
“Use me, Amber,” he says, his voice ragged. “Take what you need.”
And I do. I move, finding a pace that makes us both shake. The car rocks slightly with every motion, the springs creaking.
The smell of sex fills the small space, musky and mixing with the scent of the wine and his skin.
He feels incredible, especially when he hits a spot deep inside that makes me see stars. I ride him harder, my breath coming in short gasps.
“Amber,” he groans, his head tipping back. “I’m close.”
The pressure building at the base of his cock is growing, swelling against my inner walls. I know what’s coming.
“Knot me,” I whimper, the words slipping out before I can stop them. I want it. I want to be locked to him, to feel him fill me up.
Eli goes still for a heartbeat, his eyes flying open. Then a dark, possessive look overtakes his face. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise and thrusts up into me, one last, powerful stroke.
He goes feral as he does. I feel the swell of his knot lock into place, stretching me wide, and then he’s pulsing, flooding me with heat.
He buries his face in my neck, crying out my name, his whole body shaking. I hold him, my arms wrapped around his neck, riding out the waves of pleasure that crash over me.
We’re stuck together, tied by his biology, floating in the warm darkness of the car while the snow falls silently outside.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Eli
I waituntil the porch light flickers on and the front door clicks shut behind her. Only then do I shift my car into gear.
My hands grip the steering wheel, but my mind is still back in that parking lot. The way she felt, the sounds she made. Fucking her had been... transcendental.
I’ve thought about knotting her plenty of times in the last few weeks—usually when I’m alone in my bed or staring at the ceiling while Fallon snores in the next room—but nothing could have compared to the reality.
The heat of her, the way she surrendered to it. The sheer power of that final moment when my body locked with hers. I’d never felt anything like it.
The orgasms I wrung out of her after the knot took hold were intense, her inner muscles clenching around me so tight it sawed the air right out of my lungs.
My cock gives a interested twitch in my pants, reminding me that recovery time for Alphas is short, but I ignore it. I smile into the darkness of the car. I feel light. Weightless.
The drive to the warehouse is short. The snow is picking up again, swirling in the headlights, but I barely feel the cold.
When I unlock the heavy steel door and step inside, the space is quiet. The living area is dimly lit by the floor lamps Fallon insists on leaving on.
He’s sprawled on the sofa, one arm thrown over his face, the other dangling off the edge. He’s out cold, his chest rising and falling in a deep, even rhythm.
Knox is at the kitchen island, sitting on a stool with a plate of leftovers. He’s eating methodically, a forkful of cold pasta in one hand, a book in the other.
“You’re late,” he says without looking up. He turns a page.
“I was making sure she got home safe,” I say, locking the door behind me. “Her brother is... protective.”
