Page 40 of Final Drive

Then something changes lower in my body, pressure building at the base of my cock in a way that’s impossible to mistake. My next thrust catches differently, and Reese feels it too.

I slow. “Reese. I’m going to knot.”

Her eyes open.

I don’t have another sentence ready. The need to keep moving is almost painful, but I hold still because this isn’t something I get to decide for both of us.

She reaches up and cups my face. “Zane.”

“I need you to tell me.”

“I want it.” She pulls me down until our foreheads touch. “I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Now stop making me repeat myself.”

I let out a shaky breath. “There’s my girl.”

I kiss her and start moving again. It doesn’t take long. I’m already too close, and the bond makes every sound she gives me feel like it’s happening inside my own body. Reese tightens around me and I lose whatever rhythm I had left, thrusting harder as the pressure builds until I can’t hold it back.

My knot swells as I drive deep, locking us together.

“Fuck, Reese.”

The orgasm tears through me hard enough that my arms nearly give. I get one hand under her instead and hold her against me, face buried in her neck while my hips jerk through the last of it.

She comes with me. I feel it before I hear it, her pleasure surging through the bond and folding into mine until I can’t tell which part belongs to who. She clenches around me, shaking, and I hold on until both of us finally start coming down.

For a while there’s nothing but breathing. Then Reese’s fingers move through the hair at the back of my neck, slow and lazy.

“I’ve never heard you this quiet.”

I lift my head. “Rude.”

“Accurate.”

I look down at her, flushed and wrecked and smiling at me, and have absolutely no idea what to do with how much I like her.

“Hi,” I say.

Her smile gets bigger. “Hi.”

I shift carefully until I’m not putting my full weight on her. The knot keeps us close, and apparently I don’t hate that even a little. I brush the damp hair off her forehead and check her face.

“You okay?”

“Very.”

“Nothing hurts?”

“Zane.”

“Right. Sorry. Checking.”

“I know.” She reaches down and touches the mark on her thigh, then looks back at me. “You really bit me.”

“You told me to.”