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...