Page 262 of Knot What I Expected

“I’m sure.”

Something inside me settles.

Not the hunger. That gets fucking worse. But the last little piece of fear that maybe I’m taking something she hasn’t freely given disappears.

I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in.

“Mine,” I whisper.

Her fingers tighten against me.

“Yours.”

The matebond flares.

Then she whispers against my mouth, “And you’re mine too.”

A rough fucking sound tears out of me.

Christ, does she know what she’s done? Does she know how damn dangerous it is for her to give herself to me, to Monster, like that?

I won’t ever let go now. I only hope she can understand that.

“I’m yours, Honey Girl. Always.”

“Good. Now, take me. Please, Rowan. I need you.”

I lift up and roll her over, pressing her head down to the soft mattress, I position myself behind her lifting her ass and spreading her thighs.

“Need to taste,” I growl, and bend down to lick her sweet juices. She’s like ambrosia. I can’t get enough.

She keens as I lick into her. But it’s not enough.

Nothing is enough.

Not her taste. Not her scent. Not the heat pouring off her skin or the way the matebond is blazing between us now, so fucking bright I swear I can feel her heartbeat alongside my own.

More.

Monster wants more.

Fuck, so do I.

I kneel behind her and fit my cock to her dripping entrance. Gabby pushes back, begging for my dick, and really who am I to refuse her?

“I got you,” I growl, holding her still with my hands on either side of her hips, then I press forward, filling her to the brim with my entire length.

A sound tears out of me, half growl, half roar, and I feel it happening.

The knot.

My whole body tightens.

This isn’t like last time.

Last time, the knot took us both by surprise. Instinct grabbed hold before either of us understood what the fuck was happening.

But now?