Page 6 of Knotting Sleeping Beauty

I should let go, right? Whatever rational thought left in my head is screaming at me to let go. This is a stranger. A man I met sixty seconds ago. I’ve been asleep for fucking years. I don’t know him, don’t know anything about him, don’t know if he’s kind or cruel or gentle or…

His scent wraps around me. Wood-smoke, rain and mine.

Mine.

And I don’t let go.

I pull him closer.

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KAEL

She pulls me closer, and the last shred of my control fucking disintegrates like it was never fucking there.

I’m over her in a heartbeat. My hands sinking into the mattress on either side of her head, my big body caging her smaller one, my hips settling between her lush thighs like they were fucking built to be there. She’s small under me, fuck, so fucking small, all soft curves, trembling limbs and those impossible brown eyes staring up at me with fury and need, and I’m so hard it hurts. My cock straining against my trousers, throbbing, leaking, reacting to her scent and her proximity with fucking ferocity.

I’m fucking gone.

“I don’t know you,” she says. Her voice cracks on the last word. Her hands are on my chest, not pushing me away. Pressing. Feeling. Her fingers curl into my shirt like she needs something to hold on to or she’ll fucking fly apart. I know the feeling, sweetheart.

“This is insane. You know that, right? This is completely insane!”

“Yes,” I rumble.

“I’ve been asleep for years. I wake up and the first thing that happens is some giant king on top of me and my body doing things I can’t control…”

“You pulled me, princess,” I croak out.

She opens her mouth. Closes it. Opens it again. Her brow furrows with indignation. And given the circumstances, her scent pouring off her, her body trembling under mine, the slick I can feel soaking through the fabric between us, is genuinely, absurdly, magnificently fucking adorable.

She huffs. “That’s beside the point.”

A laugh tears out of me. Raw, surprised, almost painful. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like that. Maybe never. And it happens now, in this tower, with this furious, heat-drunk, impossible omega pinned under me, arguing while her body melts into mine.

Something in her expression shifts when I laugh. Softens. Then she catches herself. Quick. God, she’s stubborn.

“Don’t you fucking dare laugh at me. I’m in a fucking crisis.”

“Baby, we are both in a fucking crisis.”

“And don’t call me baby. You don’t know me well enough to call me…” Her back arches as another wave of heat rolls through her. The movement presses her body flush against mine, her big tits against my hard chest, full hips cradling my cock, the soaked heat between her legs scorching me through layers of fabric. The groan that rips out of me comes from somewhere primal.

“Oh.” Her pretty eyes go wide. Her sexy lips part. She felt me. All of me. The full length and thickness pressing against her cunt. And the sound she made, a tiny, involuntary, broken little oh, does something to my chest that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the terrifying certainty that I would burn this kingdom and every other one on earth to the ground if she asked me to.

“Tell me to stop.” I grind the words between clenched teeth. “Tell me to stop, and I will. I’ll find another way. I’ll sit in this room and keep you awake with my scent, and we’ll, we’ll figure something out. But you have to tell me now because in about thirty seconds I’m not going to be able to…”

She fists my collar. “If you stop, I will genuinely, actually fucking murder you.”

I stare at her, grinning like a complete lovesick fool. Cock throbbing, heart slamming, breath ravaged, and fucking blissful.

She stares back. Flushed. Wrecked. Jaw set. Eyes blazing.

“Well?” she demands. Like she’s ordering staff. Like she’s telling me to pass the salt. “You’re going to help me, or you’re going to lie on top of me looking tortured?”

Jesus Christ, I fucking love my Omega.

The thought lands absolutely certain and it scares me more than any battlefield I’ve ever stood on. I shove it aside. Later. We’ll deal with that shit later.