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I know he wouldn’t take the lord’s name in vain.
He absolutely means it.
“Yes,” I say. “Please…knot me.”
I phrase it as a request, not a command. Reyes finally indulges me, nodding, then rocking his hips against me to let me feel just how thick it is. I brace myself, anticipating pain.
There isn’t any.
He pushes inside in one fluid motion, and I feel him slot into place like he belongs there, endorphins surging through me as the adrenaline of preparation gives way to euphoria. Reyes’ jaw drops as he frowns in concentration, his eyes squeezing shut.
“You’re so…so tight,” he murmurs as my pussy clenches desperately around his knot.
It won’t be long now. With him so close, buried inside me, the stimulation on his knot getting more intense. It’s like I’m living in both our bodies at once as I feel him closer than ever, our heartbeats falling into the same pounding rhythm.
The bond is strong like this. I can feel his orgasm just as I feel him filling me up, building and building.
He circles his hips once, twice, three times. I groan, curling my fingers against where he still holds my wrists over my head. I clench his knot inside me, hold him as deep as he can go…
Our orgasms are interlinked, bound together just like our bodies. He falls into oblivion and I’m right there with him, holding him in the dark, feeling the seed pump out of him and into me, filling me completely. I sob against his lips as he kisses me, growling deep and low, the sound sayingmineas much as the words did a few moments ago.
He rolls his hips experimentally, but he’s still lodged inside. I like it that way—feeling him so close, like a full-body embrace. Reyes rolls to his side and takes me with him, where I curl one leg over his hip. He trails a big hand down my side, over my hip, pulling me in snugly against him.
“How long will it be like this?” I whisper.
“I don’t know,” he says. He presses a kiss to my neck, his tongue flicking over my pulse. One day, he’ll bite me there, and I’ll find another place to mark him. Not tonight, though…later. “Chances are I’ll come inside you again before we’re free.”
I hum in contentment, eager at the prospect. “I don’t know if there’s any more room.”
He reaches between us and flicks my clit as he runs his fingers along my thighs, where we’re still knotted together, then lets out a rumble of approval. “It didn’t hurt?”
“Not a bit,” I whisper.
“Good,” he says. “Because I think I’d like to do that again.”
I smile.
“Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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REYES
I don’t want to get out of this bed, even though I know we have something important to do.
Tilda curls up against my chest, snoring softly. It’s strange to see her like this—disarmed and at ease, all the concern and rage gone from her face. She still has frown lines between her brows, but otherwise there’s no trace of anger.
I want to make her smile. We’ve both been through enough.
Her eyes flutter open, glassy green in the dark. It’s pitch black in the room, the only light a golden glow coming in under the door, but I can see her anyway. I wonder if she’s developing any night vision yet, with the changes in the wake of her bite.
“What time is it?” she asks.
I glance at the analog clock on my bedside table, barely able to make out the hands. “Just before five,” I murmur.
Tilda groans. “Is it wrong that I don’t care about Homestead right now and I’d rather just stay here all day?”
