KNOX’S POV
“Knox, what are you—”
“Quiet.” I move higher, kissing and biting up her inner thigh until she’s squirming. “I’m conducting an experiment.”
“What kind of experiment?”
I look up at her, my hands spreading her thighs wider. “Seeing how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop.”
Her eyes go wide. “That’s not—you can’t—”
“Watch me.”
I bury my face between her legs and go to work.
She tastes like heaven and bad decisions, and I devour her like I’ve been starving for months.
Which, honestly, I have been.
Every boring pack dinner watching her sit quietly beside Gale, I wanted this. Wanted her spread out and desperate and making those sweet sounds just for me.
She comes fast, her hands fisting in my hair, thighs shaking around my head. I don’t stop.
“Knox, wa
