Prez Zane; Knot Me or Break Me

I got a text from Colt saying he’d be home soon and that I should prepare something for him to eat. I stared at the message for a second.

What do I even make for him? I’ve been away at college so long I don’t remember his likes and dislikes anymore. I sighed and dragged myself into the kitchen.

I packed my hair into a messy bun, feeling the cropped top ride up my stomach. Too short, yeah, but I’m not a baby anymore. Colt needs to get that through his head. Ripped jeans hugging my thighs, no bra..let him see I grew up. I decided on barbecue. My favorite. Easy enough.

I started with the veggies. Knife moving fast, rhythm steady. Chop, chop, chop. Then I got the fish going, steaming first, then roasting. The kitchen smelled like smoke and spice in no time.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. I wiped my face with a towel and kept going. Easy peasy. No stress.

The front door creaked open.

I peeped, looking through the window. My heart did a quick flip. Colt walked in...tall, serious, same old big-brother face. But right behind him…Zane.

Prez Zane Thorne.

Years since I’d seen him this close. He looked bigger, Muscular, Cold. And...fuck...hot. The word screamed in my head. I kept staring. He didn’t seem to notice. Thank God.

Colt didn’t even warn me he was bringing the Prez. I would’ve put on a damn bra if I knew.

I quickly, checked the roast. Still good. I plated food for Colt, mumbled “Here,” and bolted upstairs. My skin felt too tight. Heat crawled up my chest. What the hell was that?

Zane had always been Colt’s friend, even before they were deep in the club. I never drooled over him like this. Maybe he just got hotter.

My nipples were so hard they hurt. I shouldn’t be wet just from looking at him. I don’t even know if he noticed me. But my body didn’t care.

I dashed into the bathroom and shut the door. Clothes off, and shower on. Water poured slow over my skin. I replayed it in my head, the way he filled the doorway, the cut stretched over his chest, the way his eyes flicked over me like he was deciding something.

My hand drifted down between my legs. I stopped myself. No...Not for him, Not for Prez Zane.

But my body wasn’t listening. Heat pooled low. My tits were already soaked before I even stepped under the spray. I needed relief.

Touching myself wouldn’t be enough, not when I wanted fangs on my neck, a rough hand pinning my wrists, a thick knot stretching me open.

I shook my head. Stop it, Ember.

I reached for the towel.

The door was cracked, just a little.

Eyes locked on mine....Zane.

Standing there. Gaze heavy. Raking over every inch of my naked body like he had the right.

His eyes flashed gold for a second....wolf. Hunger. Something dark and possessive.

My whole system froze. Nipples got tight. Core throbbing. Legs shaky.

He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just stared, like he wanted to barge in, slam me against the tile, and take everything.

Then he turned and walked away. Like it was nothing.

I stood there dripping, heart slamming against my ribs.

What the fuck was that?

I wanted to run after him. Grab his cock. Tell him to come back and look closer. Pin me down. Knot me. Anything, just to satisfy my pleasure and his.

But Colt was downstairs. And the club law was clear: no touching officers’ family. Prez made that rule himself.

My body didn’t care about rules. My tits were ruined. My wolf, quiet for years..stirred low in my chest and whispered something I couldn’t quite hear.

But I felt it. And it felt dangerous.

I wrapped the towel around me and stepped out. Nighties on. I’d eat, then sleep.

Colt said I’d be working at the clubhouse bar tomorrow, just temporary until I finish my final exams and get my certs.

I went downstairs. Living room was empty. Colt and Zane must have gone.

Then I saw him....Zane. In the kitchen. Taking a piece of the barbecue I made.

I took to my heels, hope he didn't see me. But I was wrong. His voice stopped me.

“Why you running, Ember?" I froze midway up the stairs.

He came up behind me. Slow. Deliberate. His chest brushed my back. Heat rolled off him. Breath hot on my neck. His hand slid around, squeezed the tip of my nipple through the nightie.

My legs shook. Heat rushed straight between my thighs. I felt like I was going to pee myself from how bad I needed it.

I wanted to turn. Touch his biceps. Press back against him. Play along.

But he let go. Took his piece of fish. Walked to the guest room.

What the hell was that?

I thought he wanted to touch me. I was ready.

My panties were soaked all over again.

I stood there breathing hard.

Where’s Prez? Colt asked from somewhere behind me.

“He’s is in the guest room,” I said, voice shaky.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. Just tired.”

He nodded. “Food was good. You didn’t forget Mom’s recipe. Proud of you, sis.”

I forced a smile and went to my room. Bang the door hard.

And tried not to think about the Prez who just touched me like he already owned me.