a change of clothes," he said, nodding at the lumpy sack resting on the floor in the hall.
"Those are all for me?" Josie asked in astonishment.
Knox shrugged. "She's got a big heart."
"She's not the only one." The words were out before Josie could stop herself. Maybe everyone was like this in the Boundarylands: they might talk tough, but when push came to shove, they'd give you the shirt off their back—literally, in Olivia's case.
Knox gave a low, rumbling growl. "You're doing it again, sugar."
"Doing what?"
"Trying to make me into a hero. I've already warned you not to start believing in your fantasies."
Josie felt her cheeks burn, praying he couldn't really see into her fantasies about him. "I know, I know—you're the baddest motherfucker to ever walk the earth."
But didn't appear to be in a joking mood. Unfortunately, the mention of her fantasies had Josie squeezing her legs together as a blossom of wet warmth spread between her thighs. It didn't help that Knox was staring intently at her, like a hungry wolf zeroing in on its prey.
"Don't tease me, sugar," he warned softly, the effect somehow all the more intense. "I'm doing my best here, but you won't like what will happen if I lose control."
A quiver ran up and down Josie's spine. Knox had been controlling himself?
The question that she hadn't had the courage to ask last night filled her mind, tormenting her. Why was it so hard to say what she was really thinking to this alpha? She'd faced down powerful men before—cops, congressmen, senators—and none of them made her react like this.
But if Josie were truly honest with herself, intimidation wasn't what she was feeling, and the goosebumps along her arms had nothing to do with fear.
"What would happen?" she whispered.
"Josie—"
"Tell me." She spoke in a rush, afraid she'd change her mind. "I want to know exactly what would happen to me if I changed. Not all the bullshit they taught us back in school, but the truth."
A muscle near Knox's left eye twitched, his jaw like stone, but his gaze never left hers. "Fine. The first thing you'd feel when I touched you would be an electric sizzle racing through every nerve in your body, flipping on switches you never even knew you had."
"I've been with plenty of guys before, Knox," Josie said impatiently. "I know what it's like to have my switches flipped."
"Not like this, you don't. One touch and lust would rush through your entire body until it became unbearable. There'd be no way to stop it, no turning back. Trust me, it wouldn't be like any sexual desire you've felt before, but so overwhelming and powerful you'd think you were about to die if I didn't take you."
"No one ever really feels that way," Josie protested uncomfortably. "That's just in books and movies."
"You asked for the truth," Knox growled. "As your omega nature was being activated, you'd literally throw yourself at me, begging me to touch you. So much slick would pour out of your pussy that there'd be a lake on the floor. As for me, I wouldn't be able to resist that sweet scent. I'd have to taste you."
Oh God…Josie's tongue flicked over her lips in response to his words, the heat between her legs turning into an ache. Knox had been right—she never should have asked. But she hadn't been able to resist, recklessly gambling everything she thought she believed to see into the forbidden world.
"That's enough," she said, holding up her hand in surrender. "I get it."
Knox laughed softly. The bastard seemed to be enjoying her discomfort. "No, sugar, you really don't. That's only the beginning."
Only the beginning? "Please don't—"
"But you wanted to know." The look in Knox's eyes was unforgiving. "I'd feast on your slick until my primal need to fill you with my cock became too powerful to resist."
Josie watched in horror as his hand slid down the front of his pants to stroke the same massive erection that had made her giggle like a girl last night. There was nothing funny about it now, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. It was all she could do to keep breathing as Knox took a step into the front room.
"No," she begged frantically. "It would never work. It's—you're too big."
His laughter turned dark. "Not only would it work, but you'd be begging me not to stop as I entered you. Every inch…every stroke…you'd ride me like a tidal wave right up until the minute I filled you