Page 62 of Knot Her Shot


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Because I was always meant to be hers.

All this time. All these wasted years. I grind my teeth, swallowing the hoarse lump in my throat.

Remi’s tears glisten in the low light. An ache reverberates through my depths, down into my fucking soul. It turns my purr into a pained, serrated rumble.

“I’m yours, now,” I tell her. “But I don’t think that’s a new thing, butterfly. I was always yours. I always will be.”

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twenty-eight

Cassian’s eyes burn, the dark green smoldering. My heart beats in my breast, pounding shivery adrenaline and thick arousal through my veins—the hot and cold twining.

In this small space, Cassian’s rich scent presses all around me. It’s the reason I came in here. I wanted this exact feeling—my alpha, all around me.

He’s inside me, too. Not physically, yet. But when he made his confession, I felt him reach in and touch a part of me no one else ever has.

He understands me. Still, after all this time. The parts of me that don’t even make sense to myself are crystal clear to Cassian.

He knows me so well, but he’s still here. He’s still… mine.

I was always yours.

I always will be.

Straddling his lap, my forehead only reaches his cheek. I nuzzle there, whispering against his jaw, “Tell me what you want to do. We can go slow or wait?—"

Very deliberately, he wraps his huge hands around my hips and brings my body flush with his, seating my wet panties directly over the firm girth tucked into his waistband.

Our eyes lock—his roiling with a seething sort of certainty. “I did wait. For you. For this. And now I want you so badly, I can’t even fucking think, butterfly. Please.”

His gruff sincerity is almost as sexy as his big, hard body. My perfume floods the closet, slick squelching through my pajama bottoms to coat the outline of his cock.

Shudders roll through him as a rough sound scrapes out of his throat. I ride a burst of insane bravery all the way to Cassian, falling forward and pressing my mouth over his.

Our lips brush and part, clinging for one sweet second before his tongue slips into my mouth. He grunts, catching me with both hands wrapped around my arms before clutching me closer. One brawny hand slips up to grasp the messy bun at the back of my head, while the other slides to my waist and tugs me against his erection. Grinding.

His length strains under his pants, pressing into my molten center. When I take over and set a rhythm, his eyes turn wild. Shaking breaths punch out of him.

The wet fabric between us sticks and chafes. Biting my lip, I stretch up and touch the drawstring of my shorts, a question clear on my face.

Cassian answers by setting his fingers over mine, pushing the damp cotton down, baring me to him. While I balance on my knees to get them all the way off, he shoves his own pants down. His erection springs free, instantly jerking up to the thick lace of his abs.

Oh my Lord. He’s huge.

I mean, I guess I expected that? It makes sense, since the rest of him is large. But Damon is only a bit leaner…

Are all alphas this big?

Apart from the silicone penises stashed at the very bottom of one of my boxes, I don’t have much to compare him to. The alphas at the heat clinic were all anonymous. They walked up to my little cage, saw my presented hindquarters, and went to town without so much as glimpsing my face.

This is my first time ever looking at a man’s… manhood.

I definitely shouldn’t squeal.

That would be so dorky.

When he sees the way I’ve frozen, half-naked and halfway over his erection, Cass flashes his rare, beautiful grin, his green eyes crinkling. He smooths both hands down my face. The tender motion matches the low purr under his voice.

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