Page 229 of Knot What I Expected

Mate.

Claim.

My jaw locks.

Yeah. I know.

The need has been sitting in the back of my mind since last night.

We knotted.

We bonded.

But I didn’t bite her.

Didn’t give her the claiming mark that would tell every supernatural creature who got close enough exactly what she is to me.

What I am to her.

And fuck if I don’t want to.

I want my teeth in her skin. Want my scent embedded so deeply in hers that no male alive could mistake it. Want the matebond fully opened between us.

But not right now.

Because right now my Honey Girl is walking toward me carrying something heavy enough that I can feel the weight of it through our connection.

She deserves my attention more than Monster deserves his claim.

More than I need it.

So I breathe. And I wait.

She steps around the cabin, comes into view. And my entire being freezes.

Jesus Christ.

She’s beautiful.

She’s still wearing those little black shorts she changed into earlier, but sometime during the evening, she swapped her shirt for one of my flannels.

My fucking flannel.

It hangs loose around her curves, sleeves rolled up, the hem falling almost to the bottom of her shorts.

Mine.

My clothes. My scent. My woman.

And yeah, my cock goes hard so fast it fucking hurts.

Her amber eyes flick downward.

Yeah. She notices.

Her cheeks turn pink.

“So...” She bites that full lower lip. “We should talk.”