Fitz continues to rasp his warm wet tongue over my chest. He is warm and wriggling in my arms. The aroma of his arousal, all entwined with his delicious omega smell, along with his own unique scent, fills my lungs and makes my head spin. Together with the pull of the moon, it’s a heady combination.
For him to have reacted so swiftly to me means only one thing. He wants me. Fitz desires me. The moon cannot enhance what is not there. Despite everything I’ve done to him, Fitz craves my touch.
I grab a handful of his silver hair and pull his head back, to make him look at me. His eyes are all hazy and unfocused. His pupils blown. Dark and wide with lust.
“Fitz, do you really want this?”
Desiring me is one thing, choosing to act on it is quite another. If the collar really did subdue his wolf, it means he has zero experience in arguing with his beast side. No way of untangling its instincts from his own rational thoughts. No practice in resisting the moon’s call. I know his wolf wants me, but does Fitz?
Confusion flashes briefly in his eyes but it is soon gone, replaced by enthusiastic nodding. I sigh heavily. This situation sucks. First, I throw him into heat and have to take him, now he is lost in moonlust and I have to take him again, to stop his body trying to shift when it doesn’t know how to.
As shitty as everything is, I want him. I want him with a passion that burns. A desire that is frightening in its intensity. And that’s the problem. Is my arousal and need for him clouding my judgment, making me think this is an acceptable thing to do?
But then Harry did tell me to do it. His decision making is not impaired. And I only need to distract Fitz. I might yet survive this night with a clear conscience, because we might not need to go all the way.
With that thought in mind, I run my hand down his back, slip inside his pants and cup his wonderful ass. He moans at my touch and presses himself even closer. His head is still tilted up, and he is staring deep into my eyes. I lean down and brush my lips against his own. Feather soft. But I am consumed. He tastes of moonlight and cookies and everything good. Everything I have been yearning for. Everything that has been missing. I can’t pull away. I fall into a deep, passionate kiss and it feels like coming home.
He sinks into my embrace, surrendering to me completely. His omega nature completely unharmed by being constrained by the collar for who knows how long. It speaks directly to my alpha nature and ignites my desire from a smoldering ember to a raging inferno.
My hand slips over to his front and I caress his cock. He breaks from our kiss to throw his head back and gasp. The weight of him feels divine in my hand. He is silky and firm and oh so responsive. My touch makes him gasp, moan and writhe. He rolls away from me to flop onto his back. His hips cant up into my touch and his legs spread. He is all instinct, hunger and desire and I have never seen a more beautiful sight.
Hastily, I unwrap his gorgeous body from all his clothes. Then I shuck my jeans off. Diving back onto the bed and resuming my place next to him feels like the best thing ever. My hand finds his cock again and I stroke it gently.
His legs open even wider and he whimpers needily. He needs me to be inside him. I need to fill him to give him true pleasure. He is empty without me.
I leave his cock to trace my fingers down to his waiting hole. He is already wet with slick for me. The feel of it makes me growl in appreciation. He shudders at the sound I make and lifts his hips in a wordless plea.
I answer his call and slip a finger into his tight silken heat. His back arches as he clutches the sheets. My cock throbs. He is so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away. I adore that I can do this to him. Turn him into a quivering, needy creature of lust and desire. His body is no longer trying to shift. I have consumed all of him. Every cell of his body is mine and blazing with the pleasure I am giving him. Right now, I am the only thing that exists for him. My touch the only thing he is aware of. Pride, possessiveness and satisfaction flow through me. It’s intoxicating. I will never be able to drink enough of it. He is my new addiction.
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