His teeth find the collar.
For one terrifying, electric second, I feel the pressure of his bite through the leather, and I know exactly how a lamb feels in the teeth of a wolf.
Right over the crescent scar.
Right where?—
He stops.
Pulls back.
His eye is glazed. Wild. Barely human. But somewhere in there, underneath the animal, he's still making choices. Still holding the line.
He didn't bite.
My heart is slamming so hard I can feel it in my eyeballs.
We stay like that. Pinned together, him still locked inside me, his knot throbbing between my thighs, both of us panting like wild beasts that just ran a marathon. The fog rolls across the rooftop and the city hums below and neither of us moves.
"Wow," I manage to croak. "Wow."
"Fuck," Rex pants, still holding me up even as his arm shakes and his free hand scrubs down his face and through his sweat-dampened hair.
I take a second to catch my breath. Then two. Then ten.
Rex's knot throbs inside me, thick and insistent, his cock still twitching with aftershocks. Every pulse sends a ripple through my oversensitive body that makes my toes curl inside my combat boots.
Which are, for the record, the only things I'm still fully wearing.
"So," I say.
"Don't."
"That was?—"
"Don't."
"—really something."
His forehead drops against the wall beside my head with a dullthunk.His arm is still banded around my waist, holding me pinned against the brick. Not that I could go anywhere even if he let go. We'relocked together.
Knotted.
On a rooftop.
With Carmine arriving in—I crane my neck to check the time on Rex's watch, since my phone is somewhere in the pocket of the jeans currently bunched around one of my ankles?—
Thirty-seven minutes.
"Rex."
"What."
"We have a problem."
"We have several."
"How long does your knot last?"