《Knotting the Hunter》全部章節：第 251 章 - 第 260 章

NoahHe hooks my leg up over his hip and does as he's told, pushing in slow enough that I have time to relish every bit of it.The blunt head of his cock penetrating me, the delectable stretch, the long thick slide as he keeps going deeper. There's no burn, I'm too wet and too ready for that. There's just him, more and more of him, and a fullness I can feel all the way up in my stomach.Then he's as deep as he can get, and we're breathing each other's air.Emotion surges through me, leaving me breathless and dizzy. I never want to lose this again. The ability to feel undone by the enormity of my love for Dax Holt."Tell me if your arm hurts," he whispers."My arm's the last thing on my mind.""It's the first thing on mine. Well. Third.""What's first?""How tight and perfect you are. Second is your face right now.""If you want it to stay that way you should stop talking and move.""Still giving orders.""Always."He moves his hips, making me gasp as he rocks into me, deep and easy. H

NoahKelly’s got both arms locked around my neck and she's crying into my collar while I’m holding my bad arm out to the side like a chicken wing so it doesn’t get squashed."Noah Holt," Dax says behind me. That's twice since we got out of the truck and about twelve since Mato’s call woke us up twenty minutes ago. “Mom. Noah HOLT.""I heard you the first time, honey. That’s wonderful."She lets go and cups my face between her hands, crying without shame as she looks at me."I stood up at your celebration and told everyone I'd gained a second son, and I meant every word. But knowing you share our family name now…" She has to stop and start again. "Fletcher would have been so proud to have you as a Holt."My eyes sting and my throat closes. I want to say something moving and emotional that will tell her exactly how much her words mean to me, but all I can manage is, "Thank you. For everything. For showing me what a family should be."'Mid, but she seemed to like it. Tell her again,' my

Dax"Wow, Dax. Both sides of a receipt. Couldn’t you find some nice, scented stationery to practice on?"I look at Noah whose face settles into an expression of bland innocence.He got in here twenty seconds before me and somehow he managed to already spill state secrets."You told him.""He's stuck on his back for two weeks. He needs something to live for.""And loops," Finn says ecstatically. He can't laugh without hurting, so he's doing this wheezy thing through his nose and wincing every time."Please tell me you still have the receipt. I’d give anything to see it."Noah thinks I’m not aware that he squirreled it away in his bedside drawer. I decide to be the bigger man and not bust his balls about it in front of everyone.“I think I threw it away. Just as well, you don’t have much to offer. You don’t even have two good arms.”Tori's on the edge of the mattress next to him. Her eye's still mostly swollen shut, the bruises are starting to go green around the edges, her hands remain

Dax"Where's my t-shirt?""What t-shirt?""The one I wore all day yesterday. I left it on the floor when I got in the shower and when I got out it was gone."Noah's standing in the kitchen doorway with the bathmat in his hand, and he's giving me the blandest look I've ever seen on a human face."I don't know anything about your t-shirt," he says, hugging the bathmat to his chest.It's the morning after the meeting and it looks like someone’s come in and robbed us of every slightly soft fabric item we own.All the throws, four of my hoodies, the cushion from the porch swing, and the good towels my mom gave us that we’ve never used because they’re so thick they’d take forever to dry in winter.I’m only asking because I want to hear Noah admit what’s happening.I already found all of it in a heap on our bed, tucked and folded into a lumpy ring, and he's punched a dent in the center of it that's exactly his size.We’ve gone through this before. This time he knows perfectly well what’s hap

NoahHe doesn't come into the nest.The booming rumble that burst from him is still reverberating through the room and he's taken two huge strides toward me, then froze in front of one wall of the nest.His knees hit the floor on the wrong side of the frame, and his hands close on the top rail, gripping hard enough for the wood to creak.Ash shouldn’t do that.His eyes are amber and his canines have elongated so much that they’re all the way down over his lower lip. He’s breathing hard and fast through his mouth and looking at me imploringly, like he needs something from me.I don’t know what.All I can think about is that he’s obviously going into rut and I’m in heat and how the hell are we going to survive days of this if neither of us will have the presence of mind to stop fucking long enough to rehydrate and eat something?And we can’t ask anyone to check in on us, Dax will tear them apart if they dare come near me.God. That thought should not please me the way it does. But it im