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.
I add a second finger, and he cries out. The need to sink my cock into him burns but the honorable thing to do is to bring him to his peak with my fingers. It should be enough to sate his moonlust and keep him distracted from the pull to shift.
“Please… please,” he whimpers.
An echo of the night we met and his heat overwhelmed him. My cock hardens even more, forcing a grunt from me. I want to be inside him so badly it hurts.
“Please!” he whines again.
“You don’t need my cock,” I rasp. “I can please you like this.”
He shakes his head, “Want you!”
Suddenly, I’m on top of him. My fingers are no longer in him, they are lining my cock up. He is squirming in anticipation. I take a deep breath to try to clear it. But I’m no saint. The moon is full, I’m an alpha in his prime with an eager omega beneath me. I cannot resist.
His tight wet heat caresses my aching cock as I sink into him. He wails in pleasure and I groan in delight. He feels damn good. I sink all the way. Being balls deep in him is a pleasure like no other. I have never felt more alive. He is everything. A supernova burning bright enough to tear apart all my shadows. With him, I am complete.
My hips take up the primal dance. I thrust, he rises up to meet me. I slide, he falls. I push, he pulls. We are in perfect synchronicity. Moving together to give us both the bliss we crave. My grunts and his groans fill the air. The smell of sweat, sex and desire seeps into my lungs. Nothing exists but this perfect moment. The universe and all of time has stopped. We are floating.
My knot starts to form. I try to pull out, last time he struggled to take me and I can’t imagine anything worse than hurting him. But he wraps his legs around my hips and holds me close. My orgasm explodes through me with a force of a thousand burning stars. It sweeps through every part of me, every nerve ending, every cell. It blazes through my soul and my mind.
A roar fills my ears, and it takes me a long moment to realize that it is my own. Reality starts to take shape around me. I’m knotted deep inside Fitz. His head is thrown back, his eyes closed. Clearly riding the bliss of my knot. He is taking me so well. Pride and tenderness fills my chest.
I watch in reverent awe as he peaks again and then again. My knot pressing against all the right places inside him as nature intended. Another orgasm washes through him, leaving him shuddering. The way he clenches around me milks another brief peak from me and as it recedes, my knot goes down.
I carefully ease out of him and flop down on the bed beside him. There is just enough time to pull him into a spoon before sleep claims me.
Chapter twelve
Wakingupashortwhile later, it takes me a moment to get my bearings. It’s the dark still of night. In the distance, the pack is howling. Their song carries on the breeze. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep in bed with a hunter. I’m lucky to still be alive.
I look down. Fitz is staring up at me solemnly, seemingly content wrapped up in my arms. He doesn’t seem murderous at all. He seems like a young omega overwhelmed by his first unfettered full moon and his second experience of sex.
“Are you okay?” I ask and I feel the rumble of my words reach him from my chest.
