Chapter 22 Knox #2
I knelt behind her, knees sinking into the bed, and gripped her hips tight.
My fingers sank into the soft flesh, thumbs pressing into the dimples above her ass, holding her steady.
She arched a bit, pushing back toward me, her breath hitching.
I wrapped one hand around my cock, feeling the heat of it in my palm, and rubbed the head through her soaked folds, up and down, parting her lips with each pass.
Her wetness coated me immediately, warm and slippery, making my shaft glide easy.
The friction sent sparks up my spine, her heat seeping into me.
She whimpered low, the sound muffled into the pillow, and shoved her ass back, trying to get me in.
“Come on,” she gasped, voice needy, turning her head just enough to look over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were dark, lips parted, cheeks still flushed from before.
I slammed into her.
No warning, just one hard thrust, burying half my length in one go.
We both groaned loud. Fuck, she was soaked, her walls sucking me in, hot around my cock.
The stretch was perfect, her pussy gripping every inch, pulsing with leftover spasms. I could feel her wetness squelching around me, the sound wet and obscene as I bottomed out, my balls slapping against her clit.
I pulled back slowly, watching my cock drag out, coated in her cream. Then I thrust in again, harder, hips snapping forward until my pelvis hit her ass with a smack.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I grunted, starting to move. “So fucking perfect, baby. This pussy’s mine.”
I set a brutal pace right away, my hips slamming against her ass over and over, the impact making her cheeks jiggle, skin turning pink from the slaps.
The room filled with the noise, wet smacks of my cock plunging into her pussy, skin on skin echoing off the walls, mixed with her moans turning into cries and my own groans punching out with each thrust. I could see it all from where I was: my thick cock disappearing into her pink hole, stretching her wide, pulling out shiny and slick before driving back in, making my head spin.
“You’re taking me so well, baby,” I said, gripping her hips harder, nails digging in enough to leave marks.
I yanked her back to meet me, our bodies colliding rough, forcing her to take every inch deeper.
“Such a good girl. Taking my cock so fucking deep. Look at you, ass up, pussy swallowing me whole.”
She whimpered into the pillow, the sound vibrating through her body, her hands fisting the sheets tight, knuckles white.
I felt her pussy clench around me. She was close again, I could tell by her breaths coming in pants, body rocking forward with the force of me, then pushing back for more.
Sweat beaded on her back, trickling down the curve of her spine, pooling where her ass met her thighs.
My own skin was slick, the burn building in my thighs from the effort.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered, one hand sliding up her back to press between her shoulder blades, keeping her down. “Rub your clit for me. Show me how you make that pussy come.”
Her hand slipped between her legs, fingers brushing against my balls first, then finding her clit.
I felt the graze of her fingertips against where we were joined, the added pressure making her inner walls squeeze my cock harder.
She started rubbing, circles fast and desperate, her moans getting louder and unrestrained now.
The extra friction on her clit made her pussy tighten like a vice, milking me.
“That’s it,” I growled, fucking her harder, hips blurring with the speed. “Make yourself come on my cock. I want to feel that pussy squeeze me, baby. Come all over my dick. Fuck, you’re so good.”
I chased my own release too, the pressure building low at the base of my spine, balls drawing up tight, cock swelling even thicker inside her.
Each thrust dragged along her walls, the heat and grip pushing me closer.
Her moans turned frantic, body shaking under me, ass pushing back to meet every slam.
“Knox!” Lina screamed, voice breaking, and then she was coming hard. Her pussy clamped down on me like a fist, walls rippling around my cock.
I couldn’t hold back.
“Fuck, yes,” I grunted, slamming into her one last time, grinding deep as I exploded. My cock throbbed hard, pulsing shot after shot of cum inside her, filling her up. The pleasure ripped through me, waves crashing from my balls up my spine, making my vision blur, muscles locking.
I collapsed forward, catching my weight on my hands planted on either side of her, arms shaking.
We stayed locked like that, my cock softening inside her, cum starting to leak out around it, for a long moment.
Both of us panting heavy, breaths ragged in the quiet room, bodies trembling with the aftershocks.
Finally, I pulled out carefully. She shivered at the loss, but I gathered her up quickly, arms wrapping around her waist, rolling us onto our sides so she was tucked against my chest. Her skin was hot and sticky against mine.
“Good morning,” she mumbled against my chest, voice sleepy and content, lips brushing my skin.
I laughed, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Good morning indeed, baby.”
We lay there for a few more minutes, tangled together, neither of us wanting to move. But eventually nature called and I reluctantly disentangled myself.
“Shower?” I offered.
She smiled. “Only if you join me.”
As if I could say no to that.
The shower started as practical and quickly turned into anything but. I couldn’t stop touching her. Couldn’t stop running my hands over her wet skin, couldn’t stop pressing kisses to her shoulders, her neck, her lips. She was here, warm and alive in my arms.
“I love you,” I murmured against her mouth.
She smiled. “I know.”
“I love you,” I said again, because I needed her to hear it. Because I was terrified she would forget. Because I wanted to burn the words into her memory so deep that even amnesia couldn’t erase them.
“You said that already,” she teased.
“And I’ll keep saying it. Every ten minutes for the rest of our lives.”
“That might get annoying.”
“You’ll learn to live with it.”
We finally managed to actually wash ourselves and get out of the shower. I wrapped her in a towel and dried her off gently, taking my time, memorizing every inch of her. Then we got dressed and headed downstairs.
“I’m starving,” Lina announced as we entered the kitchen. “What do we have for breakfast?”
I opened the fridge and surveyed the options. “Eggs? Bacon? I could make pancakes.”
“Pancakes sound amazing.”
I was reaching for the flour when a knock sounded at the door.
We both froze, exchanging a look. It was early. Too early for casual visitors. And with everything that had been happening, unexpected knocks weren’t exactly welcome.
“Stay here,” I said quietly.
Lina nodded, her eyes alert.
I moved toward the door slowly, my claws extending without conscious thought. My wolf was on edge, ready to defend our territory, our mate. I reached the door and paused, scenting the air.
The smell was familiar. Not a threat.
I frowned and pulled open the door.
“Cole?”
My beta stood on the doorstep, looking exhausted and travel worn. He’d lost weight since I’d last seen him. There were dark circles under his eyes and his clothes were wrinkled and dusty.
“Knox,” he said, his voice rough.
I stepped forward and pulled him into a hug before I could think about it. He stiffened for a moment, surprised, then sagged against me.
“I’m sorry for being away so long when you needed me,” he grunted. “With everything that happened, Lina in the hospital, the threats... I should have been here.”
I held him tighter for a moment, then released him. “You were looking for your son. Never apologize for that.”
Pain and exhaustion flickered in his eyes, the weight of his failed search written across his features.
“Is Lina...?”
“She’s awake. Some of her memories have come back. She’s...” I glanced over my shoulder to where Lina was hovering in the kitchen doorway. “She’s getting better.”
Cole followed my gaze and his expression softened. He moved past me, walking toward Lina with careful steps.
“Luna,” he said quietly. “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Lina tilted her head, studying him. I could see her searching her memories, trying to place him. Then recognition flickered in her eyes.
“Cole,” she said. “You’re Knox’s beta.”
He nodded, relief crossing his features. “I am.”
She stepped forward and hugged him, a bit awkward but genuine. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he echoed, his voice thick. He pulled back and cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. For everything. For not being here when you needed protection. For the mess my... for the situation with Mary.”
Lina shook her head. “You don’t need to apologize. You were trying to find your son.”
Cole’s jaw tightened at the mention of his son, grief and frustration evident. He still hadn’t found Mary. Still hadn’t found his boy.
“I came back because there’s something you need to see,” Cole said, his tone shifting to business. “And someone you need to meet.”
I frowned. “Someone?”
“It’s better if I just show you.”
I looked at Lina. She raised an eyebrow but nodded, her curiosity evident.
“Let me just...” I gestured vaguely at my lack of shoes.
Ten minutes later, we were dressed properly and following Cole through Ravenshollow toward the pack building. The walk was quiet, tension building with every step.
“Cole,” I said finally, unable to stand the suspense. “Who are we meeting?”
“You’ll see.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the only one you’re getting.”
I growled in frustration but he just kept walking, leading us through the familiar streets of the pack territory. Other wolves nodded as we passed, their eyes lingering on Lina with curiosity and relief. The news of her awakening had spread through the pack like wildfire.
Lina’s hand found mine and squeezed. I squeezed back, drawing comfort from the contact.
We reached the pack building and Cole led us inside, through the main hall, past the administrative offices, to the formal meeting room at the back. The door was closed, but I could hear voices inside. Multiple voices.
Some of them I recognized. Some I didn’t.
“Cole,” I said, my tone warning. “What is this?”
“Trust me,” he said, and pushed open the door.
I stepped through first, instinctively shielding Lina, my hand still gripping hers. My eyes swept the room, cataloging threats, assessing positions.
Hunt stood near the window, his posture casual but his eyes alert. Noah was by the fireplace, arms crossed, expression carefully neutral. My father sat at the head of the conference table, his presence commanding even in stillness.
And then there were the three wolves I didn’t know personally but did recognize.
A man stood at the center of the group, tall and broad shouldered, with dark hair and sharp blue eyes that assessed me with the calculation of an alpha evaluating a potential threat or ally.
Beside him stood a woman, smaller but no less commanding, with auburn hair and green eyes that held both warmth and steel.
And behind them, a third man, sandy-haired and watchful, his position clearly that of a guard or beta.
I knew them from photographs. From reports.
“Who...?” Lina started, peering around my shoulder.
Cole cleared his throat and stepped into the room, positioning himself near Noah.
“Luna. Alpha.” He gestured toward the strangers. “Meet Ryder and Jasmine Thorne. Moonfang’s alpha and luna. And Sawyer Ridge, their beta.”
Beside me, Lina whispered, “Oh, shit.”
Yeah. Same.