Page 65 of Wolf It Down, Knot Me Up

“I’ll be anything you want me to be.” He kisses me, soft, barely there, a promise. “Just ask. Don’t hide from me anymore, all right?”

And instead of answering, I kiss him.

His full lips part beneath mine before he takes over. His arms tighten around me, hauling me closer until I’m pressed against the solid heat of his body, and his hand fists gently in my wet hair, holding me exactly where he wants me. He opens his mouth over mine, his tongue pushing between my lips, and the kiss turns hungry so fast it steals the breath from my lungs. I press in closer, kissing him back just as hard, and I know precisely where this is heading.

Every reckless part of me is begging for it to go there.

His grip tightens, one hand moving over me as though this isn’t close enough, and it would be so fucking easy to let him have me right here in this chair.

By some genuine miracle, I break free of his kiss, his arms, his lap. I stand on unsteady legs, gasping, and grip the railing, staring out at the view, the woods rolling away toward the black shapes of the mountains, the cabins somewhere down there in the dark, mostly trees. Nothing, just the wild, which feels painfully appropriate, considering the state of my heart right now. I’m aching for exactly where this is heading, and it also scares me how easily I give in.

Roman rises behind me, unfolding to his full six-foot-two height, and his presence seems to swallow the space at my back, broad and towering enough that I’m suddenly hyperaware of every inch between us. He disappears inside for a second, followed by a quiet click as my bedroom light dies, then he returns to the balcony, the darkness somehow making him seem even bigger.

“So we don’t call every bug in the forest to us,” he murmurs.

And now we’re steeped in night, the last dying smear of sun on the far ridge, and he’s standing close behind me, so I turn to face him with the railing at my back.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he mutters, his gaze dragging over me. “How fucking hard it is to keep my hands to myself around you? Half the things running through my head would have you hiding from me for another week.”

Heat rolls through me, burning away whatever caution I had left. I lift my chin. “Maybe tell me and find out.”

His eyes darken. He catches a strand of my hair and tucks it behind my ear, then bends until his mouth brushes the tender skin beneath it. His lips linger there, warm against my neck.

“They say every Alpha has a favorite part of his mate.” The words come rougher now. “I adore all of you, every fucking inch. Give me the chance and I’ll spend hours proving it.” His hands travel down my body, following the curve of my waist before settling firmly over my ass. His grip tightens, pulling me flush against him, and my breath catches. “But this?” His mouth grazes my ear. “This ass is going to ruin me. That’s one of my weaknesses.”

My heart pounds hard enough to shake my ribs. I clutch his arms, partly because they’re there and my knees have become spectacularly unreliable. Every sensible thought I spent the last day putting back in order is scattering again, and maybe that should scare me. But tonight, it doesn’t.

“Yeah?” I manage, breathless but still determined to give as good as I’m getting. “Well, if we’re confessing weaknesses…”

His eyebrow lifts.

I lean closer, my mouth almost touching his. “For me, it’s definitely your tongue.”

He pulls back and laughs, delighted. Imagining what a man built like this could do to me is nearly more tempting than I can survive.

“Well, then.” His eyes come back to mine, gone dark. “Shall we play?” Before I can answer, he’s turned me back to the night, my hands closing around the cold railing. He sweeps my hair off my shoulder and sets his mouth to the back of my neck, then my ear, his breath hot against me. “Can I have you?” he whispers.

That question undoes me, when he could so easily just take. It ruins me completely, and all I can manage is, “God, please.”

He chuckles and kisses down my neck, and I understand, right then, that I have no earthly idea how I’m meant to survive a night with this Alpha.

His hands slide under my skirt, hook into my thong, and draw it slowly down my legs. He crouches behind me, and I glance down as I step out of them, already dizzy with the knowledge that there’s no pretending this isn’t happening now. He balls them up and tucks them into his pocket, and that tiny act sends another thrill straight through me.

“No one can see us up here,” he whispers against the back of my thigh. “And not in the dark.”

The words sink into me with dangerous weight. I’m trembling, shivering with it, so far gone I barely breathe, and the strangest part is how right it feels. Every instinct that should be telling me I’m in too deep has gone silent. Giving myself over to him doesn’t feel as though I’m surrendering anything but more like I’m finally stopping the fight.

He parts my legs with a gentle hand, to which I oblige, then he pushes my skirt up to my waist, the cool breeze on my bare skin leaving me gasping. To be exposed up here like this turns me on endlessly. Then he kisses the backs of my thighs in a slow, worshipping line. My fingers tighten around the railing as a thin, wanting whimper slips out of me, and I swear he knows exactly how close to the edge he has me.

“Bend over for me more, my sweet Omega.” The growl threaded beneath the words nearly folds my knees. My pulse roars, my thoughts reduced to scraps, and I do it because I’m shaking and soaked and there’s not one cell left in me interested in saying no.

Whatever fragile grip I still have on myself starts to unravel. Then his teeth scrape the curve of my ass and close in a mock bite, sharp enough to punch a yelp out of me, nowhere near enough to break skin. The shock of it sends my pulse wild, and his dark chuckle vibrates against me before his lips return to kiss the sting away, as though he can’t decide whether he’d rather torment me or soothe every hurt he causes.

His hands squeeze my cheeks, then part them, and he exhales over the exposed tenderness, leaving me shaking on my feet.

He presses in close, his mouth wrapped around my pussy, and I moan as his tongue laps me up. I lose my grip on the entire world. He is unhurried about devouring me, plunging his tongue into me over and over as if we have all night and the whole dark forest is just an audience. I’m gasping, forehead dropping to my white knuckles on the railing, hips chasing him back shamelessly.

Then his tongue sweeps upward, flicking at my puckering ass, and I flinch. “Oh!” At first, I’m unsure, the sensation new. Yet he’s relentless, starving, licking me, and I’m groaning as slick drips down my inner thighs at the hunger destroying me.