My knot didn’t ease for a long while.
Lucien stayed under me, sweat-slicked and silent, his muscles trembling faintly from the weight of me still draped across his back. His scent clung to my skin—earth, pine, and the heavy musk of a just-f****d Alpha. I wanted to bite it deeper into him. I wanted the woods to smell like us.
Every inch of him was mine now.
“Still with me?” I murmured against his ear.
“Unfortunately.”
That earned him a deep grind of my hips, forcing a strained groan out of his throat as my knot throbbed, still thick inside him.
“Smart mouth, even with a c**k lodged in your ass,” I muttered. “That’s talent.”
“I’d rather chew off my own foot than stroke your ego.”
I chuckled and licked a slow line up his neck. “Too late. You stroked a lot more than that.”
Lucien snar
