Page 164 of Knot What I Expected

Fuck.

Her arms wrap tighter around me. Her cheek brushes mine.

She's trying to get closer.

As if the distance between our bodies—what little fucking distance remains—is still too much.

And something inside my chest twists painfully because I understand.

It’s not enough.

I understand.

My arm circles her waist instinctively, holding her against me while my other hand slides into her hair.

“I can’t get close enough to you either, Honey Girl,” I tell her, brushing her hair back from her face and kissing her as I start to move my hips.

Her eyes flutter closed.

“No. God, you feel so good,” she whispers reverently.

She opens them again, startled. I touch my forehead to hers.

“Keep looking at me,” I tell her.

“Bossy Wolf,” she breathes.

There’s my girl.

My mouth twitches.

“Stubborn woman.”

“Rowan.”

Fuck.

The teasing disappears from me instantly. I kiss her again. Because I can feel something happening between us.

Something changing.

Monster feels it too.

The Wolf goes unnaturally still inside me, every predatory instinct focused entirely on the female in my arms.

Not hunting.

Not fighting.

Recognizing.

Her sweet pussy squeezes my shaft, massaging it, and fuck—I think I’m growing even bigger inside of her.

Fuck.

I am. I’m actually knotting her.

I press in deeper, and I feel that pop that joins us—locks us in the most intimate embrace possible.