Page 167 of Knot What I Expected

“I fucking know.”

Her palm hits my shoulder. Not hard. I let her.

“Before now!”

“I didn't plan this, Gabby. I can try to pull out, but it will hurt.”

“Stop! Gimme a moment to process,” she says, and I can’t believe we’re having this conversation when I’m nine and a half inches deep inside her.

“Okay, so your penis has a surprise feature, and you didn't think that deserved a conversation?”

Despite everything, a laugh nearly escapes me.

“Honey Girl⁠—”

“Don't Honey Girl me!”

There she fucking is.

Even Monster settles at the sound of her temper. I cup her face.

“And you’re goddamn lucky I have an IUD.”

“IUD?”

“Birth control.”

For a minute, I’m disappointed, but I have to admit it makes sense. Babies should be born with forethought and consent from both parties.

She watches me warily, and I work to soften my expression.

“Gabriella.”

That gets her attention.

“Birth control is a responsible decision. And for the record, I didn't expect to knot you tonight.”

Her anger falters.

“Why not?”

Because I never expected to find anyone my Wolf wanted this way.

That answer feels too fucking vulnerable.

Which means it's probably the one she deserves.

“Because I never thought I'd deserve to be gifted an Omega of my own.”

Her expression changes. The anger leaves. Curiosity in its place. And something else, too.

Fuck.

I can't look away now.

“I've spent most of my life believing Monster was too fucked up for this. Too dominant. Too aggressive. Too dangerous.”

“Rowan—”