Chapter 30
Making it Official
Dodger
Tonight is the night.
I emerge from the bathroom, steam billowing around me and a fluffy white hotel towel wrapped around my waist. The fluffiest towel in the world.
This hotel is nothing like the last one we stayed in.
The room is ridiculous in the best way possible.
The shower’s water pressure nearly knocked me off my feet, and those sheets sprawled across the king-sized bed look like they’re spun from clouds.
Harper emerges behind me, and Christ, he’s a vision with his towel hanging dangerously low on those sharp hipbones, water droplets trailing down his chest like a roadmap I long to follow with my tongue.
I can’t resist. My palm connects with his perfect ass as he strolls past, the sound sharp in the quiet room. “Get on that bed and give me your knot. Now.”
Harper laughs. “Wow, you still have no patience at all, do you?”
“Not true at all,” I protest. “I could have tackled you to the ground and climbed you like a tree the second we walked into our hotel room, but I didn’t because I’m growing.”
“Just gonna gloss over how you think you’re gonna knock me over without using your powers because I don’t want to wait either.
” Harper’s voice drops to a growl that sends electricity straight to my cock.
He yanks me against him, his mouth crashing into mine with enough force to make my knees buckle and my toes curl against the plush carpet.
His promotion to police chief in Brighton came with a pay raise, and he splurged on this fancy hotel room in Concordia to celebrate. But the real celebration is what’s about to happen between us.
We’re accepting our connection tonight. Becoming official mates, solidifying what fate suggested for us. Harper’s going to sink his teeth into my throat and knot me until I can’t remember my own name.
His fingers worked me open so slowly I thought I might die in the shower. By the time his four fingers fucked me easily, I was ready to cry, desperate and begging to take his knot.
“Come here.” I grab the edge of Harper’s towel and yank it off.
My eyes zero in on the impressive erection jutting from between his thighs.
His cock is already hard, but it’s the bulge at the base that makes my mouth water.
His knot. Already beginning to form just from our fun in the shower and the anticipation of what’s to come.
Fuck, a werewolf’s knot isn’t just some dirty fantasy from trashy books. His knot is soon to be inside me.
I wrap my fingers around the base where his knot will fully swell. It’s firm but still has give to it. Not fully inflated yet. “I can’t believe this is really happening.”
Harper hisses when I squeeze gently, his golden eyes flaring with heat.
I work my hand up and down his shaft, always returning to that base, fascinated by the way it pulses and grows incrementally with each touch.
His jaw tightens, a muscle jumping there as he fights to maintain control.
I love seeing him like this, the always-in-control Detective Harper struggling not to come undone at my touch.
I stroke him from base to tip and back again, paying special attention to the knot that will soon lock us together.
“Does it hurt?” I ask as I circle my thumb over the sensitive tissue.
Harper’s breath catches. “No. It feels—Christ, Dodger—it feels incredible when you touch it like that.”
“You’re so fucking hot.” I palm his knot greedily. “Can’t believe this is all mine now.”
“You’re going to kill me,” he mutters.
“If I do, then I’ll bring you right back. You aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”
By the time we reach the bed, the shifter’s expression has turned deadly serious despite his cock straining so hard it has to be painful.
“We’re taking this slow, Dodger.” He pins me with that commanding stare that used to make me want to punch him and now makes me want to drop to my knees.
“Don’t you dare try goading me into being rougher. ”
I give him a playful salute. “Yes sir.”
“I’m serious. Take it slow. This is your first time taking a knot. You need to be in total control.”
The protector routine got under my skin when we first met, but it’s incredibly appealing now, always having someone to watch my back.
I lean in and give him a sweet kiss. “I promise I’ll behave,” I tell him, meaning it.
Harper gets on the bed first, his back against the headboard.
His cock stands proud against his stomach, knot already more pronounced than I’ve ever seen it.
My own cock throbs in response. One day that bulge and my mouth are going to become the best of friends.
My mouth waters just thinking about it. But not tonight.
He extends his hand, and I let him draw me onto the mattress to straddle his muscular thighs. The towel around my waist has long since fallen away, leaving me completely exposed to his hungry gaze. My heart is pounding so hard I’m sure he can hear it with those enhanced wolf senses of his.
“Take your time,” Harper reminds. “We have all night.”
I nod, reaching between us to line him up with my entrance. The head of his cock presses against me, hot and insistent. I lower myself slowly, gasping as the head breaches me. Harper’s hands tighten on my hips, but he doesn’t push or pull, just supports me as I work my way down at my own pace.
“Fuck,” I breathe out as I sink further onto him. “You feel so good.”
“You’re doing so well,” he whispers, one hand leaving my hip to brush my wet hair back from my face. “So perfect for me.”
His knot presses insistently against my entrance now, still expanding but already formidable.
I draw a shuddering breath and bear down, working myself onto the swelling base.
The stretch burns, teetering on the edge of overwhelming, but determination drives me forward.
I crave this, all of him, every inch, and the bond that will bind us together.
“Easy,” Harper murmurs, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “Don’t rush.”
His knot nudges against my entrance, demanding entry. I pause, breathing through the intensity, letting my body relax and accommodate him. The stretch burns deliciously as he begins to breach me, wider than anything I’ve ever taken.
“That’s it,” Harper encourages as I sink down further, his knot halfway in. “You’re doing so well, baby.”
I start a slow rhythm, rising up slightly before sinking back down, each time taking a little more of the growing knot. The exquisite challenge has my thighs trembling with effort.
“Oh my god,” I gasp as the widest part of his knot spreads me open.
Just when I think it will become too much, something gives way and I drop fully onto him.
I’m completely filled, utterly claimed, connected to Harper in a way that feels absolutely right.
My body pulses around his knot, adjusting to the incredible stretch, and I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
Harper lets out a guttural groan that sounds like it’s been ripped from somewhere deep inside him. “You did it,” he whispers, voice ragged with awe. “You took all of me.”
“Fuck,” I gasp, bracing my hands on his chest. “That’s—that feels—”
“I know,” Harper says, his hands moving to stroke my thighs. “Take your time. Get used to it.”
I nod, dizzy with sensation. His knot throbs inside me, swelling larger with each heartbeat.
It’s going to lock us together completely. Soon I won’t be able to pull off even if I wanted to, which I definitely don’t. I roll my hips, grinding down on him in tight circles that make stars explode behind my eyelids.
“That’s it,” he encourages, his voice strained. “Just like that.”
The fullness is incredible, the pressure against my prostate constant and maddening. Harper reaches between us, wrapping his fingers around my cock, stroking me in time with my movements.
“Harper,” I moan. “God, that’s—yes—”
I’ve never felt so connected to another person.
It’s not just the physical joining—though that’s intense enough—it’s something deeper, something in the way he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.
Something in the way his free hand cradles my face like I might break. Like I’ve found my home. With him.
I sweep my hair from my right shoulder, baring my neck to Harper’s hungry stare. This is the moment when we truly become mates. I tilt my head back, exposing the vulnerable curve where my neck meets my shoulder, offering myself completely to the wolf who has claimed my heart.
“I’m ready,” I whisper.
Harper’s eyes lock with mine, molten gold now, his wolf close to the surface. “You’re mine now. And I’m yours.”
He leans forward, brushing his lips over my skin in a soft kiss first. His hot breath raises a cascade of goosebumps that race down my arms like electric currents. His tongue traces a reverent circle over my pulse point, then I feel the sharp press of teeth.
Whoa, the shock of pain registers dimly as my senses expand and send me reeling.
Our life forces twist and tangle, braiding together and becoming something new, something stronger than either of us alone. It’s like a circuit completing, energy flowing between us in an endless loop. The union between us has us both spiraling to the edge of release.
“Dodger, fuck.” Harper comes with a muffled groan against my neck, his knot pulsing inside me as his release fills me. I cry out as pleasure crashes over me in waves. My cock jerks between us, painting both our stomachs with evidence of my pleasure as Harper continues to stroke me through it.
“Mine,” he rasps against my skin, his thumb tracing the fresh bite mark with reverent touches.
“Yours,” I breathe, floating in a haze of completion I never knew existed. “And you’re mine.”
He captures my mouth then, achingly gentle, and I melt against his chest, utterly safe in the shelter of his arms. His heartbeat thunders beneath my ear, steady and strong, while our new bond thrums between us, bright and alive and perfect.
His knot keeps us locked together, ensuring we stay connected as this incredible thing between us solidifies into something unbreakable.
All snark and snideness fail me for the moment, draining away until only happiness remains. This is what I never knew I needed. What I never thought I deserved. A mate who sees all of me—necromancer powers, smart mouth, and all—and loves me not in spite of those things, but because of them.
Summoning and other worlds is cool but I’m more focused on living in this world and the life Harper and I are going to build together.