“It could be, if you came back to me.”
His gaze dropped to my lips again and I fidgeted nervously under his intense stare. His black eyes, filled with stars and planets and the whole damn universe trapped in them holding me steady, grounding me to him like an anchor.
“What if you don’t come back?” I asked, and he smiled, a crooked sexy smile and raised an eyebrow.
“Penny, when the moon fell in love with the wolf, the moon came back night after night just so he could catch a glimpse of her. Just so he could see those beautiful amber eyes of hers, and that long dark hair.” He placed a hand on my cheek. “No matter what happens, Penny, the moon always finds his wolf, and I’ll always find you.”
Fighter reached out with one of his large hands, wrapping it around the back of my head and tangling his fingers into my hair as he pulled me close to him.
“But just incase I didn’t make myself clear, you’re my old lady, Penny. I claimed you and I’ll be coming back for you.” He pressed a hard kiss to my mouth and I opened to him, letting him deepen it, my own hands finding his waist. He pulled his mouth from mine, but still so close that our lips were practically touching. “But I want you to know, if you meet someone else between then and now, I won’t do anything about it. I’ll understand it was your choice.”
Before I could argue with him about that, he pressed his lips to mine once more. He bit down on my bottom lip before sucking it gently into his mouth, his tongue dancing over mine. I groaned into his mouth when his hands reached around me, cupping my ass and pulling me tighter against him, his hard length pressing against my belly.
My hands dropped from his waist to his jeans, fumbling with his zipper and buttons so that I could free him. I grasped him in my hand, feeling the slow pulse of his heavy cock in my palm, and my core tightened. I wanted this, wanted him, in me, filling me.
“I need you,” I mumbled against his mouth. “Please.”
And just like that, it was like old times again. Me begging him. Only this time I had some control too. Not just him. I dropped to my knees in front of him, my eyes widening hungrily. I licked my lips and held him as I slid him into my mouth, sucking hard as he filled my mouth and dipped into my throat.
“Fuck, Penny,” he groaned, his hands in my hair as I played with his balls, sliding my tongue along his length.
I sucked on the tip of him, tasting his precum, and let out a needy whimper. My core tingled with desire, my need dripping onto my inner thigh. I slid his length all the way into my mouth again, feeling the ridges and bumps from the pulsing veins in his dick, and then I slid him all the way back out with a throaty groan.
I looked up at Fighter through my lashes, loving that he was watching me. His dark eyes looked even darker—black, almost—as lust filled his features. His nostrils flared and his lips parted as he sighed, another drip of precum leaking from the end of his dick and onto my tongue.
“My turn,” he said, his voice husky as he reached down and pulled me up to standing, only to lay me down on my small sofa.
His hands grabbed the waistband of my sweats and panties and started tugging them both over my hips and down my legs. He spread my legs, and his chest rumbled in satisfaction before pressing his face to my pussy, licking deliberately slow along the length of my slit until he reached my clit, and then he sucked on it, making my hips buck as I called out his name.
And just like that, it was like old times again.
“Fighter!” I whimpered.
He pushed his tongue into my heat as his thumb circled my clit, and I whimpered and writhed underneath him, my hands grabbing at his hair, directing him to where I wanted him to be. And like a man possessed, he feasted on me until I came with a scream, my head thrown back and my hips bucking against his face.
I panted, breathless, as I watched him drag the back of his hand across his mouth. “Taste like peaches,” he drolled, his tongue licking along his lips and making me whimper for more.
My heady gaze landed on him, and I let a slow smile creep up my face. “Fighter?”
He jutted out his chin. “Yeah?”
“Fuck me, baby,” I begged.
“Baby?” he said with a laugh, cocking his head.
“Shut up,” I grinned, “and fuck me.”
He smiled back. “Fuck yeah.”
Fighter spread my legs further apart, resting one on top of his shoulder as he positioned himself between my thighs, the tip of his hard cock resting against my clit. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my mouth, slowly sliding himself inside of me, and I groaned. Fighter filled me up, body and soul, fucking my body and loving my mind. We hadn’t spoken the words, but we both felt it. There was no way we couldn’t.
He had changed me in ways I never thought possible, allowing me to grow, allowing me to become. And I had accepted him. Every dark and dangerous part. Loving his dark soul as much as I loved his dark eyes. And in doing so, I’d allowed him to change and become someone else too. Someone he hadn’t even realized lived inside of him.
Fighter and I had always been destined to be together. There was no way either of us were put on this earth to not find one another. And now that we we’d found one another, neither of us were letting go.
No matter how long we had to wait for each other.
Fighter held my gaze as he thrust slowly into me, dragging pleasure out of every part of my body he could get his hands on. His mouth dropped to suck my nipple into it, teasing the hard nub with his tongue as he thrust his hips back and forth until my core tightened around him and I came with another scream, pleasure .
