Dodger
Tonight is the night.
I emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing around me and a fluffy white hotel towel wrapped around my waist. The fluffiest towel in the world. This hotel is nothing like the last one we stayed in. The room is ridiculous in the best way possible. The shower’s water pressure nearly knocked me off my feet, and those sheets sprawled across the king-sized bed look like they’re spun from clouds.
Harper emerges behind me, and Christ, he’s a vision with his towel hanging dangerously low on those sharp hipbones, water droplets trailing down his chest like a roadmap I long to follow with my tongue.
I can’t resist. My palm connects with his perfect ass as he strolls past, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Get on that bed and give me your knot. Now.”
Harper laughs. “Wow, you still have no patience at all, do you?”
“Not true at all,” I protest. “I could have tackled you to the ground and climbed you like a tree the second we walked into our hotel room, but I didn’t because I’mgrowing.”
“Just gonna gloss over how you think you’re gonna knock me over without using your powers because I don’t want to wait either.” Harper’s voice drops to a growl that sends electricity straight to my cock. He yanks me against him, his mouthcrashing into mine with enough force to make my knees buckle and my toes curl against the plush carpet.
His promotion to police chief in Brighton came with a pay raise, and he splurged on this fancy hotel room in Concordia to celebrate. But the real celebration is what’s about to happen between us.
We’re accepting our connection tonight. Becoming official mates, solidifying what fate suggested for us. Harper’s going to sink his teeth into my throat and knot me until I can’t remember my own name.
His fingers worked me open so slowly I thought I might die in the shower. By the time his four fingers fucked me easily, I was ready to cry, desperate and begging to take his knot.
“Come here.” I grab the edge of Harper’s towel and yank it off. My eyes zero in on the impressive erection jutting from between his thighs. His cock is already hard, but it’s the bulge at the base that makes my mouth water. His knot. Already beginning to form just from our fun in the shower and the anticipation of what’s to come.
Fuck, a werewolf’s knot isn’t just some dirty fantasy from trashy books. His knot is soon to be inside me.
I wrap my fingers around the base where his knot will fully swell. It’s firm but still has give to it. Not fully inflated yet. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”
Harper hisses when I squeeze gently, his golden eyes flaring with heat. I work my hand up and down his shaft, always returning to that base, fascinated by the way it pulses and grows incrementally with each touch. His jaw tightens, a muscle jumping there as he fights to maintain control. I love seeing him like this, the always-in-control Detective Harper struggling not to come undone at my touch. I stroke him from base to tip and back again, paying special attention to the knot that will soon lock us together.
“Does it hurt?” I ask as I circle my thumb over the sensitive tissue.
Harper’s breath catches. “No. It feels—Christ, Dodger—it feels incredible when you touch it like that.”
“You’re so fucking hot.” I palm his knot greedily. “Can’t believe this is all mine now.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he mutters.
“If I do, then I’ll bring you right back. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”
By the time we reach the bed, the shifter’s expression has turned deadly serious despite his cock straining so hard it has to be painful. “We’re taking this slow, Dodger.” He pins me with that commanding stare that used to make me want to punch him and now makes me want to drop to my knees. “Don’t you dare try goading me into being rougher.”
I give him a playful salute. “Yes sir.”
“I’m serious. Take it slow. This is your first time taking a knot. You need to be in total control.”
The protector routine got under my skin when we first met, but it’s incredibly appealing now, always having someone to watch my back.
I lean in and give him a sweet kiss. “I promise I’ll behave,” I tell him, meaning it.
Harper gets on the bed first, his back against the headboard. His cock stands proud against his stomach, knot already more pronounced than I’ve ever seen it. My own cock throbs in response. One day that bulge and my mouth are going to become the best of friends. My mouth waters just thinking about it. But not tonight.
He extends his hand, and I let him draw me onto the mattress to straddle his muscular thighs. The towel around my waist has long since fallen away, leaving me completely exposedto his hungry gaze. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it with those enhanced wolf senses of his.
“Take your time,” Harper reminds. “We have all night.”
I nod, reaching between us to line him up with my entrance. The head of his cock presses against me, hot and insistent. I lower myself slowly, gasping as the head breaches me. Harper’s hands tighten on my hips, but he doesn’t push or pull, just supports me as I work my way down at my own pace.
