Page 8 of Knotting Sleeping Beauty

I kiss my way down her soft stomach, and she tenses when she realizes where I’m heading. Every muscle on her lush body locking, thighs clamping together.

I rest my chin on her hip. Look up at her, into her blazing eyes, and rumble, “Trust me?”

“Kael, I met you five minutes ago.”

I grin and press my lips to the soft skin below her navel. “Trust me anyway.”

Her fingers, tangled in my hair, loosen their death grip. She takes a shaky breath, and her thighs part.

That’s my girl.

Five

ROSE

I have been alive for twenty-one years, or more depending on how you count the ones I lost, and I had absolutely no fucking idea my body could do this.

Kael’s mouth is between my legs, and I just might fucking die. I’m nothing but pure sensation. And increasingly embarrassing sounds, that I would care about if I had any shame left, which I don’t, because his tongue is doing things that should be illegal in every kingdom ever.

“Oh my God…”

He growls against me, into me. A low, rough, animal sound that vibrates against my clit and sends a shockwave through my body that’s so intense that my spine arches off the bed, my hands fly to his head, I’m gripping his hair, and I don’t remember deciding to do that.

His huge hands are on my upper legs, holding me open, and they’re so big, so freaking big, that his fingers span from my inner thigh nearly to my knee. He devours me like I’m a fucking feast. It’s dizzying, filthy, fucking ruthless.

I’m going to come. I fucking know it. I’ve never done this, never been touched like this, never felt anything even remotely close to this, but an instinct deeper than experience recognizes the edge I’m running toward.

“Let go, Rose.” Kael’s voice against my core is rough with command. “I got you. Let fucking go.”

So I come. It hits me like a wall of white light. Every muscle in my body seizes. My mouth opens on a sound I try to muffle against my forearm because even in the middle of the most amazing experience of my extremely limited life, some deeply ingrained princess training kicks in and tells me to be quiet…

Kael pulls my arm away from my mouth and pins my wrists to the mattress.

“Don’t you fucking dare hide from me. I want every fucking sound.”

At that moment, the second wave hits me, and I fucking scream. Full-throated, echoing off the walls, bouncing around the tower. Calling his name, God, and a string of words that would make my mother faint and my father reach for his sword.

But he doesn’t stop. My Alpha King works me through it relentlessly, with his mouth, tongue, and the scrape of his stubble against my inner thighs. And when the aftershocks finally ease and I’m lying there trembling, wrecked and staring at the ceiling with unfocused eyes, he kisses his way back up my body. Slow and thorough. Tasting every fucking inch of me.

Then he rises over me. Jaw clenched, eyes black with want, a muscle jumping in his cheek, his massive chest heaving… a picture I will remember for the rest of my life.

“More?” Kael asks.

I should say slow down. Let me think, let me process the fact that I’ve been asleep for fucking years, I just had my first orgasm, and I don’t even know your last name.

But I can only nod.

His forehead drops to mine. His breath, shaky. “Rose…”

“I swear to God, if you ask me if I’m sure…”

“I was going to say it might hurt.”

Oh. Oh. Right. Because I’m… because I’ve never…

“I know,” I whisper. “I don’t mind.”

“You say that now.”