Page 163 of Knot What I Expected

I work my way, dropping kisses along her body until I am kneeling between her legs, my cock pressed against her entrance.

Her eyes find mine.

The vulnerability there damn near guts me.

Because I recognize it.

That moment when you want something badly enough that wanting it becomes fucking terrifying.

I know that feeling better than most. Only this time, I'm not running from it.

“Look at me, Honey Girl. Watch me take you,” I growl, lifting up so she can see the exact moment I press into her.

We both moan, and for a moment I am stunned.

Nothing—and I mean no one, nothing, never—has ever felt so fucking good in my entire life.

Heat encompasses me. But it’s not just that—it’s like a sense of rightness. Of belonging.

Home.

The thought comes out of fucking nowhere.

I almost recoil from it. I haven't had a home in longer than I care to remember.

Everything I've had has been temporary. Places to sleep to recharge.

Yeah, the mountain is different.

The A-Feral crew, too.

But this feeling? This is something else.

Something that reaches straight through the violence and noise inside me and finds the male underneath.

Monster surges, and I can feel my fingers become claws.

Ours.

For once, the word doesn't make me argue. It scares the shit out of me for an entirely different reason.

Because I'm beginning to want it to be true.

“Easy,” I mutter, though I don't know whether I'm talking to Monster, Gabby, or myself.

Her gaze flicks toward my hands.

I immediately try to pull the claws back.

Control.

I need fucking control.

The last thing I will ever do is hurt this woman.

But Gabby doesn't shrink away. Doesn't look frightened. Instead, she reaches for me.

“Yes, please,” she whispers, clinging to my shoulders and lifting herself up so she’s practically sitting on my lap.