Page 43 of Knot Her Fight


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“You need to eat,” I grumble, balancing it on her legs. One of my arms bends so I can keep petting her head. My other hand snatches the grilled cheese I made and brings it to her mouth.

She nibbles at it tentatively. Her eyes go wide. “Oh my God.”

A smile breaks the tension tugging at my features. “Yeah?”

She nods and takes a much bigger bite. “It’s so good. What is it?”

My grin stays in place, even while my brows pinch. “It’s a grilled cheese, baby. You’ve never had one before?”

She shakes her head, looking back at the plate. “Three firsts in one night,” she mumbles, “I knew professional athletes were overachievers, but this is crazy.”

I tuck a strand of her silky dark hair behind her ear, studying her profile. My cock jerks, undeterred by the fact that going down on her earlier made me come in my pants. Twice.

“Three?” I ask to distract myself. “The sandwich, the hugging, and what else?”

When her complexion warms and her gaze drops, my stomach freefalls. “Wait. What I did in the kitchen, was that your first?—?”

She chokes on a laugh. “Oh. No. I mean, not really. I’m not a virgin or anything. I only—well, no one had ever, um, gone down there?—”

She cuts herself off, cheeks visibly darker. “Have I mentioned how sorry I am about that?”

I decide I’m going to scent-mark her every single time she seems embarrassed. While I nuzzle my forehead into hers, I reply, “I’m not. Best thing I’ve ever tasted. I can’t wait until you need me again.”

She frowns a little, looking adorable. “You don’t have to do that for me again. I’m sure it’s… weird? And I basically made you...” Something suddenly makes her eyes leap wide. “Oh God, I didn’t even offer to do anything for you, did I? Do you—Should I?—”

Sweetheart. I press a soft kiss to her lips, holding just long enough to calm her down. When I pull back, all I see is the honest panic all over her face.

She’s really scared. Because she thinks she didn’t please me?

I cup my hands around her face. “Kissing your sweet pussy is my new favorite thing to do,” I husk. “So anytime you want me to do it again, please fucking tell me. And I don’t want you to worry about repaying me. At all. Okay?”

We have plenty of time. Forever, if we can convince her to stay. We’ll get to me when the time is right.

Her pupils expand, telling me that her Omega is watching. Which explains why her voice shakes again. “Y-you don’t want me?”

I hug her hard. “Of course I want you. But I get the feeling that no one’s ever made it all about you. And I want to be the man who does that, okay?”

I’m also a lot bigger than most guys. If the way she strangled my fingers earlier is any indication, she’ll need to work up to taking me.

Which just means more of her sweetness on my tongue. And more time to learn all about her.

I might be the luckiest alpha in the world.

She still doesn’t seem like she quite believes me, but that’s no problem. I’ll prove it to her. Thinking so, I pick up the other half of her sandwich and lull her back into my arms.

While she eats, I tell her about our big backyard and pool. She must like that idea because her scent gets lighter and brighter by the second. When I mention the overgrown garden and she actually smiles, I decide that will be my first project for her.

After she’s done eating, she can barely keep her eyes open. I tuck her into her bed, arranging everything so she’ll be comfortable and leaving her the clothes we gathered so she’ll have our pack’s scents on her sheets.

She’s already dozing when I pull the comforter up to her chin and bend to kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry that it happened like this,” I whisper against her skin, hoping she’ll hear me. “But finding you was my dream.”

chapter

twenty-two

Jonah changed the name of this chat to THE DUMBEST ALPHAS ALIVE

Avery changed the name of this chat to THE DUMBEST ASSHOLES ALIVE

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