Chapter 9 Knox
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Knox
Dawn was breaking through the windows, painting Lina’s skin gold and pink like the universe had decided to spotlight my obsession, and I still couldn’t stop touching her. We’d been at it all night, and my wolf showed no signs of being satisfied.
She was on her hands and knees now, her back arched like a fucking offering, that perfect ass pushed back against me as I drove into her again and again.
My cock was soaked from hours of fucking, from her slick, from my cum still dripping out of her cunt, and yet my hunger hadn’t dulled.
It had only sharpened, grew more vicious with every moan she gave me, every taste and touch.
My hand was tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to hear her gasp.
The other was digging into her hip, guiding her into every thrust. I knew I was leaving bruises.
Good. I wanted my marks on her. And when she walked tomorrow, she’d feel every mark I’d left behind, proof she belonged to me.
Everyone would be able to see she was claimed, marked and fucking mine.
“Fuck, Lina,” I growled, hips slamming into her ass, the wet sound of our bodies obscene in the quiet morning. “You’re fucking taking me so damn well. Look at you. My good girl.”
She whimpered, trying to meet every brutal thrust, her thighs shaking with the effort.
Her spine curved, and I felt her fluttering around my cock, that slick little cunt trying to pull me deeper.
The sight of her wild and uninhibited nearly shattered what was left of my control.
This woman who’d been a virgin just hours ago was now taking everything I gave her and demanding more.
“Harder,” she begged, voice gone high and fucked-out, fingers clawing at the sheets.
I gave her what she needed, slamming into her, making the bed frame crack loud against the wall. She cried out, the sound going straight to my cock, and I could feel her getting close. Every stroke shoved her forward, face pressing into the pillows as she fell apart, trembling on my cock.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I growled, leaning over her, pressing my chest to her back as I reached around and rubbed her clit, unrelenting. “Come for me. Come while I’m inside you. Let me feel that pussy milk my cock.”
She shattered, tightened around me like a fucking vice and screamed, “Mathias!”
Wrong fucking name. A vicious twist of anger flared in my chest. I wanted to snarl the truth, make her scream “Knox” instead, but I couldn’t. Instead, I channeled that frustration into my movements, fucking her through her orgasm and straight into another one.
“Wrong,” I corrected roughly, pulling her up against my chest by her hair. “Say it right.”
She gasped, breath catching. “What?”
“Call me mate when you come,” I bit out, hand gripping her jaw to tilt her head. “Say it. Now.”
“Mate,” she moaned, her voice trembling.
My cock twitched. “Again.”
“Mate,” she gasped obediently, too lost in pleasure to question it. “Oh god, mate, please-”
“Better,” I growled, biting down on her shoulder hard enough to mark but not break skin. My wolf rumbled with satisfaction as her legs shook, as she collapsed forward into the pillows, completely spent. “Mine. My perfect mate.”
I buried myself as deep as I could go and came so hard I saw white, spilling inside her, coating her with everything I had, my cock pulsing as I fucked it deeper, as if I could brand her from the inside out.
The bond between us pulsed with every twitch, every spill of cum, every growl that tore from my chest. It would never be enough.
I could fuck her for days and still crave her.
We collapsed together, her panting against the pillows while I tried to catch my breath.
“You’re going to kill me,” she managed, voice muffled.
She had no idea how mutual the feeling was.
This woman would be the death of me, one way or another.
Either the bond would drive me insane, or the guilt of lying to her would.
Maybe both. I held her like I couldn’t let go, even though I should have.
I should’ve untangled myself and walked away.
But instead, I dozed for maybe an hour before the bond pulled me awake, demanding more of my mate.
She was already stirring, pressing her ass back against my hard cock with a little hum of interest.
She hadn’t even realized it yet. She was barely awake, her hips shifting with slow, sleepy need. But I was already rock fucking hard, swollen and aching, slick with the mess we’d made earlier.
“Again?” she mumbled, half-asleep.
“Always,” I said, dragging my hand over her ass and back, squeezing. “Can’t get enough of you.”
She rolled over and pushed me flat on my back, straddling me with a gleam in her eyes that made my cock jump against my stomach.
“My turn,” she declared, and fuck if that didn’t do things to me. I’d never seen anything hotter.
She started slow, lips on my throat, tongue teasing down my chest, fingers dragging across every scar and line of muscle. When she finally took my cock into her mouth, I groaned like it physically hurt.
Her mouth was warm, wet, her movements clumsy at first but fuck, the way she took me into her mouth made my whole body lock up.
Her lips stretched around the head of my cock, tongue shyly flicking across the slit like she was tasting something forbidden.
Her hands were unsure, gripping the base too loosely at first, but the moment she sucked just a little harder, I hissed through my teeth and felt my cock jump between her lips.
She looked up at me, wide-eyed and flushed, and that was it. I groaned and let my head fall back against the pillow.
I could see she wanted to learn me, to know how to drive me out of my mind. And I let her.
Her hands found their rhythm quickly, one pumping the base while the other braced on my thigh for leverage.
I watched the way her cheeks hollowed with effort, the way she gagged a little when she tried to take more than she could handle and kept going anyway.
Her spit dripped down the shaft, coating me in slick heat while her mouth worked up and down, sloppy, desperate, fucking beautiful.
“Just like that,” I growled, fingers fisting the sheets to keep from grabbing her and fucking her throat raw. “That’s it, baby. Good girl. You suck my cock so fucking well.”
She moaned around me at the praise, and the sound sent vibration all the way through my spine, making my hips jerk.
Her tongue flattened against the underside of my cock, tracing every vein, and she started bobbing faster, using her hand to stroke what she couldn’t take in her mouth.
She was learning what made me grunt, what made my thighs tense, what pulled those broken, filthy praises from my throat, and she used it all against me.
My control frayed with every second. I was so close to the edge, balls tight, cock pulsing against her tongue, ready to fill her mouth with cum. And then, just when I was about to lose it, she pulled off with a wet pop, lips swollen and chin shiny with spit.
“Not yet,” she whispered, crawling up my body, dragging her soaked pussy over my length with a wicked glint in her eye. “I want you inside me when you come.”
“Demanding little thing,” I groaned, but I loved it. Loved seeing her confident and in control. My breath caught as she lined me up and slowly, so fucking slowly, sank down on my cock.
We both groaned at the connection. Her head fell back, her tits bouncing as she started to ride me, hips circling with no rhythm, just wild need. She fucked herself on my cock like it belonged to her. Like she knew I’d give her everything if she just asked for it.
And she had no idea she was fucking an Alpha werewolf. No idea what she’d gotten herself into.
The guilt tried to surface but got drowned in sensation as she tightened around me. Her nails raked down my chest as she chased her pleasure, drawing blood that healed instantly. She was too drunk with desire to notice I wasn’t human.
She was tightening around me, milking my cock with every movement, and all I could think about was coming inside her again. Marking her again.
“Look at me,” I rasped, dragging her face down to mine. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
She did, and the raw trust there nearly broke me.
She thought I was just some mysterious human named Matthias who’d saved her from monsters.
She didn’t know she’d bound herself to one of those monsters.
That every time she called me mate, she was reinforcing a supernatural bond she didn’t understand.
“So close,” she whimpered, movements getting erratic. “I’m-”
“Come for me,” I commanded, gripping her hips to drive up into her. “Come on my cock, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”
She shattered above me with a cry of “Mate!” that sent me over the edge with her. I pumped into her, cock pulsing, spilling every last drop inside her, holding her down as I fucked every inch of it deep.
She collapsed next to me, both of us breathing hard and trembling. I pulled her against me, hiding my face in her hair so she wouldn’t see the conflict tearing me apart. How could I keep lying to her? But how could I tell her the truth?
“We should probably eat something eventually,” she murmured sleepily against my chest before her breathing evened out.
I held her as she slept, trying to memorize every detail. The way she fit perfectly against me. The little sounds she made. The way her heartbeat synced with mine. My wolf was completely content, purring with satisfaction at having our mate in our arms.
But I couldn’t stay.
Mid-morning sun streamed through the windows as I carefully extracted myself from her embrace. Every movement felt wrong, the bond protesting violently, but I forced myself to keep going. She made a soft sound of protest but didn’t wake, exhausted from our night of endless hunger.
I stood beside the bed, watching her sleep, and felt as if I was being ripped in half. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful with her hair spread across the pillow and my marks decorating her skin. My wolf snarled and raged at the thought of leaving her.
But I had to. My team was waiting. They’d already sent three texts asking where the fuck I was. My pack needed their Alpha. And she... she needed time to process what happened. To realize she’d made a mistake. To forget about me and find someone who could give her normal.
That’s what I told myself, anyway. Really, I was just a fucking coward.
Every step away from the bed felt wrong. The mate bond pulled at me with physical pain, demanding I return to her. My wolf was going insane, clawing at my insides. Freshly mated wolves didn’t leave their mates. It went against every instinct, every biological imperative.
I found paper and a pen, writing a note with shaking hands. The words were part true, part bullshit.
I’m sorry I have to leave, but it’s better this way. You were the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Lina. I wish things could be different.
Always yours,
Your mate.
At the door, I had to grip the frame to stop myself from turning back.
She made another soft sound, reaching for where I should be, and it nearly broke my resolve.
My wolf howled in anguish as I forced myself through the door, down the stairs, out into the morning sun that felt too bright for how wrong everything was.
Each step away from her was agony.
Protect mate. Claim mate. Stay with mate, snarled my wolf. It took everything in me to ignore him.
By the time I reached the forest edge, I was shaking with the effort of not turning around. I shifted the moment I was hidden by trees, letting my wolf take over. But even running couldn’t ease the pain. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t outrun the feeling that I was leaving half my soul behind.
The hotel appeared too soon. I shifted back and slipped inside, ignoring the concerned looks from the desk clerk at my appearance. Probably looked as wrecked as I felt.
Noah was waiting in my room, arms crossed.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he demanded. “We handled the rogue situation and you just disappeared-”
He stopped, nostrils flaring. His eyes went wide.
“You smell like... Knox, did you find your-”
“Don’t,” I cut him off, collapsing on the bed. “Just don’t.”
But he was already putting the pieces together. The mating scent clinging to me. The agony of a separated bond. The fact that I’d come back at all.
“You left her,” he said quietly. “Knox, you can’t just-”
“I said don’t!” I snarled, Alpha command in my voice.
He submitted but the judgment in his eyes remained. He didn’t understand. How could he? He didn’t know what it was like to find your mate and realize you could never actually have her. To know that being with you would destroy her life.
I stared at the ceiling, feeling dead inside. Empty. I forced myself to stay still. This was for the best. She’d be angry at first, maybe hurt, but she’d move on. Find someone who wasn’t a monster pretending to be a man.
Even if it killed me.