I reach my room and jump in the shower. An early night sounds like bliss. Maybe I’ll relax in bed with a book. But as I’m drying off, I sense Fitz’s presence. He is in the hallway just outside my room. If my magic wasn’t aware of him, my nose would be. He smells damn good. Why the hell is he standing outside my door, is he trying to torment me? Is this his new plan, drive me out of my mind? When I’m trying my best not to be an asshole to him. I don’t deserve this.
I stomp over to my door and fling it open. Fitz jumps but he doesn’t run, he just stares at me wide eyed, his mouth slowly falling open. Too late I realize that I’m naked and still mostly wet from the shower. Fitz’s gaze drifts down my body before freezing at my cock. He doesn’t look back up.
“Are you stalking me to try to kill me or are you hoping I’ll fuck you again?” I growl.
His eyes snap up to my own. His cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink and the smell of his arousal floods the hallway.
Oh.
My mind has gone completely blank. I can’t string a single coherent thought together. I stare at him helplessly as he stares back at me. Time is moving as thick and slow as treacle. His dazzling emerald eyes are full of lust. His lips are parted and moist. His pretty blush highlights his exquisite cheekbones as well as the smooth paleness of his skin. His tousled silver hair shines in the hallway’s light. His breathing is rapid, with a little hitch to it. He is going to pull himself together in a minute and bolt.
Suddenly I’m grabbing his wrist and yanking him into my room. He stumbles and gives a little yelp of surprise but he doesn’t resist. I slam the door shut behind us.
He is not in heat. The moon is not full. I’ve not just chased him through the woods. I’m all out of excuses. If I fuck him now, it’s just because I want to. Because I want a hunter. Someone who has tried to kill me more than once. But Fitz is more than that. Much more than that. Fitz is complicated. Fitz is addictive. I know he is bad for me, I know I shouldn’t want him, but I still crave him. Need him.
My lips find his and I devour him. My hand runs through his soft hair and pulls it to hold him at the angle I need. I press him back against the door and consume him as if he is the only source of sustenance in the world. And he lets me. He moans softly and surrenders to me completely. He gives me his lips, his mouth, his tongue. It feels like he offers up his very soul.
I drag him to the bed and push him down onto it. I can’t destroy his clothes again. I want to prove to him that I’m not a mindless animal. But why the fuck are clothes so hard to take off a person! Growling my frustration, I finally manage it and he is naked before me. Drinking in the sight is pure fuel for my desire. He is looking up at me with hunger in his eyes. But I know he is going to get self-conscious about being naked in a moment. So I need to thoroughly distract him.
I lower myself down his body and take all of his cute little cock in my mouth. He keens and bucks. His fingers claw at my hair. He tastes even better than I imagined he would and the weight of him on my tongue is sheer bliss.
His cock is so hard that he must be already close. That makes me feel proud. I swirl my tongue along his length and suck. He cries out, a sultry, carnal cry that makes my own cock twitch, then he is spilling hot cum down my throat. I swallow it all.
He stares down at me looking all flushed, sweaty and dazed. Like he can’t believe what has just happened. But I’ve not had enough of him yet, not by a long way. I flip him over, sending him sprawling onto his stomach. Then I run my tongue over his hole. He squeals but pushes his ass onto my face. Chuckling, I lick him again and again, until he is writhing, gasping and sobbing. His fingers are clenching the sheets and the sweet taste of his slick is coating my tongue.
He is going to take my cock so well. As soon as that thought flows across my mind, I suddenly can’t wait one heartbeat longer. I need to be buried inside his ass, right now or I swear I’m going to die.
I line my cock up and start pushing in. He whines but I’m not holding him and he doesn’t try to move away.
“Shut up, you love it once it’s in,” I pant.
He whines again. “I hate that I want you!”
I huff. It’s probably the most honest thing he has ever said to me and it feels like a relief to finally hear the truth. No more lies between us.
“Me too, sweetheart,” I growl as I slide all the way in.
He yowls and his hands scrabble at the sheets but he takes me well. His body stretches and opens up for me beautifully, just as I knew it would. I start to thrust. He feels incredible. Tight and hot and right.
I should concentrate on that. The physical pleasure. But I can’t. It’s Fitz’s little moans and gasps, it’s the way Fitz is arching his back, it’s Fitz’s reactions that are driving me wild. I’m not having fun despite it being Fitz, I’m in paradise precisely because it is Fitz. As much as I want to, I’m not just enjoying him because he is an omega. I’m enjoying all of him. Every inch of his murderous little chaos goblin self.
But I want more, I want to see his face. I want to stare into his eyes as he comes undone.
Pulling out of him takes all my willpower but his whimper of dismay is gratifying. I flip him over onto his back so quickly, I’ve probably made the poor boy dizzy. As a consolation I swiftly slide back into him. He moans in relief. He needs me inside him as much as I need to be here. At least we are equal in that. I pick up my previous rhythm.
He wraps his legs around my waist. I like the feel of him holding me close. I pick up the pace and he yells, his hands come up to grab at my back. His beautiful eyes are closed but his head is thrown back in pleasure, baring his enticing throat to me.
My balls draw up, I’m close, very close but I don’t want this to end. I definitely don’t want to come before he does, I have my alpha pride. I shift the angle of my next thrust and he screams in delight. He is raking my back with his claws. Grinning, I hold that angle and pummel into him.
He screams again, before lifting his head and biting down on my shoulder. Hard. As if he thinks he is an alpha and he can claim me. The sharp flash of pain from his bite, along with the sting of him scratching my back, adds to the cacophony of delicious sensations roaring throughout my body and tips me over the edge into a powerful all-consuming orgasm. I see nothing but stars. Hear nothing but my deep groan. Feel nothing but pure joy and satisfaction.
I collapse on top of him and do nothing but breathe. I’m not ready to move, but he squirms and tries to push me off. I roll away and lay on my back panting.
He jumps up and nearly throws himself off of the bed. He grabs his clothes into a bundle in his arms and is running out of the door, slamming it behind him before I can say a word.
The wood of my door glares back at me. I should go after him. I should find out why he is upset. If he even is upset. Maybe he just got what he came for and has no further use for me.
His words echo in my ears, ‘I hate that I want you!’
