Page 129 of Knot So Social

“Cara mia,” he whispers, sitting me on the edge of the bed and kissing away my tears. “Why do you cry?”

“Because you smell so good,” I sob.

He swears softly and strips his shirt in one smooth motion. “Then you must smell as much as you can.”

I chuckle but gladly cling to him as he straddles me, gently leaning me back on the bed.

“Are you . . . sure you’re okay with this?” I whisper. “You just went through something traumatic.”

“Ah! She did not get close enough for there to be disease—”

I touch my finger to his mouth. “No, I meant are you okay?”

“Oh.” He gazes down at me, warmth filling his eyes as he smiles. “Yes. Right now, I am wonderful. Thank you, Willow.”

I stare up into his dark eyes, noting the smallest changes in his expression, the lines of his cheekbones, and the way his short beard frames his mouth.

The alpha gazes back and then covers my mouth with his. A connection billows between us, stealing my breath with its intensity. It’s like I’m in the middle of my heat, but with none of the wooziness. I press up into his chest, desperate for more skin contact. And sea breeze scent.

Alessandro supports my back. His kisses veer away from my lips and over my chin. Down along my throat he travels, his deep inhales sparking pleasure in my core. And his body grows, hardness pressing against my thigh. The deeply instinctive delight of knowing an alpha enjoys my omega scent roars to life within.

“Alessandro, Alessandro,” I whisper, locking my arms around his neck. “I need you so bad.”

He sucks lightly on my throat. “Be patient, my beloved. I am feasting on the divine.”

My pussy aches, his gentle accent teasing new heat in my belly. I moan softly.

The alpha’s kisses whisker across my decolletage, and he dives his nose into the vee of my pajamas. The impulse to rip my clothes right off makes me close my fists. This wildness feels strange, and beautiful.

“Please, alpha,” I whisper, my lips trembling.

He pauses to look at me, wonder dawning in his face.

“Merda.” His hands quiver as he rattles off a long, passionate sentence in Italian. I don’t need to understand the language to know he finds me utterly beautiful.

Gently he lowers me onto the bed and undoes the rest of my buttons, murmuring as the satin edges fall back to expose me.

Alessandro runs his roughened fingers down my underarms and ribs, fire sparking from the delicious friction. I whimper and squirm, my nipples aching. His thumbs circle under my breasts and then he cups them, leaning in to pepper me with more kisses. His short beard tickles my soft skin, teasing more sensation.

His tongue darts out to taste me, and my breath catches. It’s warm, and soft, so in contrast to my hard, straining tips.

“Oh, cara mia! Beautiful,” he husks out, before sealing his mouth around my nipple. I arch into him as he sucks, swirling my other point with his finger. Glowing embers in my core burst to life in an instant.

While he sucks, I peel his shirt off, revealing a glossy, ripped body with suntanned olive skin, and a trail of black curls running down his chest and past his navel. I couldn’t appreciate his body much when I was so scared for him before but now I can admit he’s gorgeous, a work of art. More slender than Jeremy, but more flexible, arching over me with his hips sunk on my pubic bone and his mouth devouring my breast.

Fireworks sparkle all through me, running with a powerful rush straight to my pussy. The sensation intensifies as his hard erection brushes through my satin boxer pants. I push up experimentally, and a rumble vibrates inside his chest.

The sound sends a quiver through my heart. Alessandro’s a perfect gentleman, and appears mild mannered. But here’s the promise of the alpha lurking deep within. Or maybe not as deep as I thought.

His scent explodes and a shiver runs through his torso. “Willow,” he murmurs against my skin. “You make it so hard for a man to hold back.” His next words, said in Italian, make it sound like he’s praying.

I lock my arms around his neck. “So don’t. No need to hold back.”

He rises on his hands, staring down at me, and the light in his eyes changes. It brightens his gaze to something fiercer, greedy even. With a soft curse, he rocks back and grasps my waistband, stripping my pants and underwear in one smooth motion. His biceps flex with every move.

Kneeling on the foot of the bed, Alessandro undoes his trousers button. My eyes widen as he tugs his cock out from inside. Alpha sized, yes, but the way his length curves makes my thoughts blank. I didn’t know a dick could jut that high.

He kicks his clothes aside and watches me, a smirk tugging at his mouth. He strokes himself once. “My omega likes, sì?”