Chapter 28 Knox #2
She set the ring on the table between us, and my heart sank. Then she leaned forward slightly, just enough that I could smell her shampoo, feel the warmth radiating from her skin.
“I’m going to make you work for it,” she warned, her voice low. “Every single day. You’ll have to earn this.”
“I’m ready,” I breathed, hope blooming in my chest as she picked up the ring again.
“Good.” She slipped it onto her right hand, not her ring finger, but wearing it nonetheless. Progress. Small, careful progress, but I’d take it.
She stared at the ring on her hand for a moment, then at me still on my knees. The air between us shifted, charged with possibility.
“It’s beautiful,” she admitted softly.
I leaned forward slightly, drawn to her like gravity. “Not as beautiful as you.”
“Still cheesy,” she murmured, but she was leaning toward me too, the space between us shrinking.
“You love it,” I challenged.
“Maybe,” she conceded, her hand coming up to cup my jaw. “Maybe I missed it.”
“What else did you miss?” I asked, my voice rasping lower than I meant it to, already knowing the answer.
Her thumb dragged slowly over my cheekbone. “I’m not telling you that. Your ego’s big enough.”
“My ego’s been thoroughly crushed, thanks,” I said, eyes dropping to her mouth. “I could use some rebuilding.”
“Poor Alpha,” she whispered, her tone teasing, but her other hand slid into my hair, curling at the roots. She leaned in until her lips barely brushed mine, her breath hot and quick. “Whatever shall we do about that?”
Then she kissed me like she meant to brand her mouth on mine, her tongue thrusting between my lips like she remembered exactly how I tasted and wanted it again.
We barely made it to the table. I kicked a chair out of the way and slammed her up against the wood, fingers yanking her dress up her thighs until I saw what I was after.
No panties.
My cock throbbed behind my zipper, hard enough to ache. “You didn’t wear anything under this?”
“I wasn’t planning on company,” she shot back, but her voice broke halfway through it as I dropped to my knees.
“You’ve got no idea what that does to me,” I growled, hands gripping her thighs, dragging them open. “You know how long I’ve wanted to taste this pussy again?”
Her breath caught. Then she smiled and tangled her fingers tighter in my hair.
“I thought you were trying to rebuild your ego,” she said breathlessly.
“Dessert,” I corrected, leaning in until my mouth was brushing her inner thigh. “I’m trying to eat you like you’re the last sweet thing left in this goddamn world.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she breathed out.
“Ridiculously devoted to making you scream my name,” I corrected, then I didn’t give her time to tease me again.
I shoved her dress up to her waist and spread her wider, palms flat against the inside of her thighs to hold her open.
Her pussy was already wet, dripping for it, glistening and swollen, like her body had been waiting for this the second she saw me again.
I groaned at the sight, then leaned in and dragged my tongue through her folds, slow and deep.
She gasped, hips jolting, thighs flexing under my grip.
“Fuck, baby,” I muttered into her, licking her again, tasting everything she had to give me. “You taste even better than I remember.”
She made a broken sound, and I didn’t let up. I flattened my tongue and dragged it from her entrance all the way up to her clit, then circled it lazily, just to feel her twitch. Then I sucked it into my mouth and pulled hard, flicking over it with my tongue until she cried out.
“That’s it,” I groaned, tongue plunging back into her. “Give it to me. Let me feel that cunt pulse for me.”
She rocked her hips, chasing every stroke, grinding herself into my mouth with no shame.
Her thighs trembled against my jaw, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants, and still I didn’t stop.
I licked her like a man starving, spit and slick coating my chin while I sucked her clit into my mouth over and over, pausing only to fuck her with my tongue, then go right back to devouring her.
She tasted so fucking good. Sweet, hot, addicting. I couldn’t get enough. I never would.
“Knox-” she gasped, legs shaking violently now. “I’m gonna-”
“Do it,” I growled against her, rubbing her clit with two fingers while I sucked the bundle of nerves back between my lips. “Come for me. Come on my face, love.”
She shattered with a sob, her thighs clamping around my head, her body jerking as she came, pulsing against my tongue. I didn’t stop, I kept licking her through it, dragging it out, forcing her higher while she shook against my mouth, her grip in my hair nearly painful.
By the time she slumped forward, I had to catch her with both arms. I lifted her up and carried her to the couch like she weighed nothing. She was still panting, dazed, trying to recover, and I wasn’t done.
I laid her back and knelt between her legs again.
“Knox-” she started, voice hoarse.
“Don’t even try to stop me.” I spread her thighs wide, kissed her knee, her inner thigh, her overstimulated folds. “You don’t get to come once and think that’s enough. Not when I’ve missed this pussy for years.”
She groaned, and even that small sound made my cock twitch, desperate for friction.
I buried my face in her again. She gasped, writhing, but didn’t stop me.
She couldn’t. I held her open and made her take every second of it.
Tongue, lips, fingers, I was relentless.
I didn’t come up for air until she was sobbing my name, coming again, her voice breaking as she flooded my mouth for the second time.
When I finally moved over her, finally let her legs wrap around me, she was limp and slick and glowing. I kissed her like I was still tasting her, like I could still feel her shaking, and then I held her against my chest while our breath slowed.
We tangled together on her couch with her clothes scattered across the living room floor, and I traced the ring on her hand.
“The ring looks good on you,” I said, unable to keep the satisfaction from my voice.
“Don’t get cocky,” she warned, but she was smiling against my chest. “You’re still on probation.”
I kissed the top of her head, grinning like a bastard.
“Then I’ll just have to eat my way off it.”