Page 97 of Knot Broken

“It’s no biggie.” She moved in closer, fitting her body to mine. My hand rose, hovering for a second, before letting it settle on the small of her back. Nadia smelled so sweet, I couldn’t help but bury my nose in her hair. “If I sleep too much during the day, I won’t be able to tonight.”

“I’m sure we could find something else to do if you can’t sleep.”

Who the fuck said that? Me apparently. I could almost hear the wolf’s chuckle in the back of my head.

“Really?” Watching her eyebrow curve upwards and her look turn heated felt like I’d won a prize I had no business receiving. Her fingers walked their way down my chest. “What did you have in mind?”

“You really…” I grabbed her wrists and pushed her onto her back, stretching her arms above her head. “Really don’t want to know.”

“Mm… I think I do.” Her smile softened. “I ask for what I want now, remember?”

“And right now, that’s me?”

Where the hell was the man that commanded his mate to shift? It felt like some part of me was always a little boy his parents abandoned and that was at the fore right now.

“So, so much,” she replied, which had my whole body flushing with pleasure. “You’ve been holding out on me, Grey. Don’t want to rush you, but if you’re ready⁠—”

I silenced her with a hard, punishing kiss. She was so soft and every part of me wanted to dive in and lose myself in her. If I worried about coming on too strong, the way she strained against my grip to match my energy made clear that wasn’t the case. Finally, I pulled away, letting us both catch our breaths.

“I’m ready. More than ready.” With a wince, I pushed down on my shaft with the heel of my hand. “But Nadia, I’m not like the others.”

“You want to be in control.” She nodded slowly. “OK, I’m yours to do what you like with.”

“That’s not how this is supposed to work,” I hissed.

“Show me what you’ve got in mind and if I’m not enjoying myself, I’ll tell you to stop.”

This was not what I had been trained to do. Limits were discussed when everyone was clear headed and not in an aroused state, but how was I ever supposed to achieve that around my mate? It felt like my entire body was always ready and willing to mate her.

Because we are. She belongs to us but hasn’t gone into heat yet, the wolf said. Which means she is not ready to accept the bond. Show her how good it will be when she does to help her through the process.

Loosening my grip, I sat back on my heels.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded. One eyebrow jerked upwards again and there was a question in her gaze, but her hand moved down her chest. It felt like I was focussed so damn hard on every move, it was as if I was the one that was touching her. A hand gently cupped one breast, then the other’s fingers tightened around an already beaded nipple. “You said you don’t like it when people pinch. Show me what feels good.”

Her lips fell open and her breathing was coming in faster, but that was just background noise. I watched the way she pulled on one nipple, rubbing the thumb from the base to the tip, noting the way it flattened under the pressure. How firm and for how long, my brain was like a computer, filing away every detail.

“Is that something you like a lot?” I asked, my tone far more even than I felt.

“Sometimes…” The sensual purr of her voice made me want to knock her hands away and take over. I wanted to be the only one to control her pleasure, but I needed to learn her first. “If I’m turned on, I feel it more than just in my breasts.” Glancing down, I watched her thighs rub against each other.

“Here?”

My fingers slid between her folds, finding her clit almost instantly. Her hips bucked up off the bed to prolong the contact and part of me wanted to capitalise on that. Get her to come first, take a bit of the pressure off, but instead I pulled away.

“Yes.” Her sulky tone had me and the wolf grinning. “Please tell me you’re not going to edge me into oblivion today.” Her hands went upwards as she let out a jaw-cracking yawn. “I am so not up for that.”

“I’ll only edge you if you’re up for it,” I replied. “Right now, I think I’m the one I’m doing that to. So what else? If you were at home, what would you do?”

“Grab my Hitachi wand and go straight for my clit, getting myself off as quickly as possible, before going back to sleep?” She laughed at my shocked response. “Most of the time masturbation is just a stress reliever rather than some big thing.”

“And if it was a big thing?” I asked, my fingers digging into my thighs lest I wrap my hand around my shaft and join her in this self-exploration.

“If I was putting on a show?” Partly shy, partly bold, her thighs fell open. My eyes took in the pink flesh of her seam hungrily. “Like this?”

Her fingers slid down, then separated her folds, revealing her most secret flesh. A fingertip teased her entrance, dragging a thin whine from me. I was her dog and she was tugging on my leash, but there was no need. There was nothing I wanted more than her. But as I followed her finger’s path, I saw how red and swollen she was.

“Are you sore?” I grabbed her wrist, stopping her from doing anything else. “Ethan knotted you yesterday, so you must be feeling a little tender. We can stop.”