Page 26 of Knot a Bad Idea

And every time I fall over the edge, I let myself be as loud as I want.

I’ve never experienced anything like this before. He seems determined to make me pass out from pleasure, and at some point, I’m pretty sure it works.

Liam’s a giver. He’ll take care of others before he’ll address his own needs.

And to me, that’s not acceptable, especially after everything he’s done for me.

His earthy scent grows spicy with mouthwatering mint and eucalyptus.

Despite exploding on his tongue, my inner Omega isn’t satiated.

She won’t be until I have his cock in me.

I tug at his hair, hard enough to get his attention.

He looks just as wrecked as I feel, his green eyes almost black and his lips swollen from tasting me.

“Fuck me, Liam,” I beg. “I need your cum in me.”

“But I need your slick in my mouth,” he says lowly, licking his lips. “And you taste so good.”

He wears a wicked smirk; one I’ve seen Hunter sport a dozen times.

He’s being a tease, and I can’t stand it.

“I need it,” I repeat, my voice cracking. “I want you to knot me.”

Those words are what breaks him.

“Fuck,” he breathes, sitting up to toss off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. I hear the zipper of his pants, and then he’s naked on top of me, kissing me senseless again.

He tastes like sugar and the slightest bit of vanilla.

I hum in surprise against his mouth, realizing I’m tasting my slick on his tongue.

“See?” he groans. “You taste heavenly.”

I thrust against him, feeling his cockhead at my entrance. He’s rock hard, and even though he stretched me out with his fingers, he’ll still need to slide in slowly.

“Lift your hips a bit for me,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Just a little, so I can fit.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I obey him, breathing in his scent while he starts to push.

He goes achingly slow.

“You’re always perfect,” he promises me. “Always. Sometimes I think I dreamt you up.”

His words send a thrill through me as I whimper, desperate for him to go faster.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, strained.

“You won’t,” I insist. “Fuck me, hard. I need it.”

My body is on fire, ready to spasm on his knot.

I need to clench around his cock, not just his fingers.

And Liam, thankfully, listens.