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A thrill shoots through me. Part of me wants to push back to see what he’ll do. But seeing how his eyes spark and his whole body responds when I say that word? That’s what does it for me. Turns out, I’m very into being the reason Piers Ashford loses his composure.

“Yes, Sir ,” I say with my sweetest, most obedient smile.

The growl he lets out is pure alpha. He drops to his knees and buries his face between my thighs, licking a stripe up my center before sucking hard on my clit. I cry out, fingers flying into his hair. He lifts my right knee, placing it over his shoulder, then does the same to my left. The angle hits exactly right.

He eats me like he’s starving. It’s messy, greedy, and relentless. Two thick fingers push inside me, curling perfectly. I’m loud, shameless, riding his face as pleasure builds fast.

“Scream my name, sunshine,” he growls against my clit.

And, oh god, that does it. When I come, it’s sharp and sudden. My thighs clamp around his head while I moan, “Sir! Oh god, Sir !”

He doesn’t stop until I’m shaking. Only then does he climb up my body, kissing a trail up my stomach and between my breasts before claiming my mouth. I taste myself on his tongue.

He settles between my thighs, cock heavy and leaking against my soaked pussy. “Is this okay?” he asks, voice strained.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

“Please, what, baby?”

“Please, Sir ,” I beg.

He groans and pushes inside me in one long, smooth thrust. We both moan. He’s thick, deep, stretching me perfectly. “Fuck, sunshine,” he rasps, forehead pressed to mine. “You feel so good. So tight and wet for your alpha.”

He fucks me with deep, powerful strokes. Every time I moan “Sir ,” his rhythm gets harder, more possessive.

At one point I slip, too lost in pleasure, and gasp, “Piers— fuck, Piers—” His hand cracks down on my ass in a sharp, stinging slap. I jolt and moan louder, clenching hard around him.

“What’s my name?” he demands.

“Sir,” I gasp, cheeks burning.

He slaps my ass again, harder this time. “Good girl.”

I’m dripping down his cock now, loving how dominant he gets when I play into it. Every time I “forget” and he corrects me with a firm slap and that low growl, it makes me wetter.

He fucks me harder, hips snapping, chasing his own pleasure while still holding back his knot.

“Sir,” I moan, nails digging into his back. “Please, I want your knot. Give me your knot.”

He slows, breathing hard, eyes nearly black. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I beg, rolling my hips up to take him deeper. I don’t bother to tell him about Beck’s warning. I’m only a few days short of six weeks, anyway. “Just… not too rough.”

Piers’ groan is wrecked. He leans down and claims my mouth in a deep kiss full of heat and care. Then he shifts his hips, grinding in slow circles, working his swelling knot against my entrance.

He presses. The stretch is intense, borderline overwhelming, but so fucking good. His knot pushes inside me with a wet, audible sound, locking us together. His dark amber and sea salt floods the room so thick I can taste it. Pleasure explodes through my body in crashing waves. I cry out, clenching hard around the thick bulge stretching me open.

“Fuck, Cammie,” Piers growls. His hips jerk as his knot swells even bigger, pulsing inside me. “So tight. So perfect. Taking your alpha’s knot like such a good girl.”

I’m shaking, moaning helplessly as orgasm after orgasm rolls through me, each one triggered by the constant pressure of his knot rubbing against every sensitive spot inside. Piers buries his face in my neck, panting and growling, hips making tiny, helpless thrusts as he comes hard pouring into me while his knot keeps us sealed together.

Piers’ lips find my neck, my jaw, my lips. His kisses are soft now, almost reverent now that the heat has settled. “Mine,” he whispers against my skin, voice hoarse with satisfaction. “All mine.”

I can only moan softly in response, still fluttering around his knot, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being completely, perfectly full of him.

Piers and I stay locked together on the couch for a long, lazy stretch of time. His knot pulses gently inside me with every little aftershock, sending warm waves of pleasure through my body. He kisses my nose, then my forehead, then my lips.

“I need to buy you more gifts,” he murmurs against my skin.