Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 305: Coming apart in his hand

But the reminder that he still had things he needed to clear up and would have to leave her soon enough crept back in and dampened his mood like cold water.

He wanted to stay. He wanted to spend every second of the day with her, kiss her until her lips went numb, feel and explore her mouth at his leisure. His cock throbbed and the urge rose in him, to feel her skin, to have her pressed against him with nothing between them, to rock into her and release into her over and over again until neither of them had anything left.

He closed his eyes to wrestle that urge and desire down so he could clear things up first, but by the moon, Sebastian felt his control slipping, even though he had once been a man who prided himself on self-control with the other mates he had taken to bed.

Their foreheads stayed pressed together, their breaths mingling in hot, ragged puffs as if they were both fighting the same losing battle.

Viola’s lips still felt swollen and tingling, her body humming with need. The taste of him lingered on her tongue and it was something darkly addictive that she couldn’t get enough of no matter how much she had. She wished he would stay in bed with her, but the way he was restraining himself made her believe he still had things to do and needed to go back.

Sebastian’s eyes were nearly black with hunger as he looked at her. "Viola..." he breathed her name, his voice completely wrecked.

Before she could respond, he kissed her again.

This time there was no careful restraint. His mouth claimed hers with a low, possessive growl that vibrated straight into her core. His lips were firmer, hotter, moving with urgent hunger that left her breathless.

His tongue plunged deeper, stroking hers in long, sinful slides that made her whimper into his mouth. The wet sounds of their kiss filled the quiet room.

Viola’s hands fisted tighter in his shirt, pulling him closer into her. She was dizzy, burning. Every stroke of his tongue sent sparks racing down her spine and pooling hot between her thighs. She could feel herself growing wet and aching, her body responding to him with a desperation that bordered on madness.

"Seb..." She moaned his name and he lost the last thread of control he had been desperately clinging onto.

Sebastian shifted fully over her on the bed, his powerful body caging hers without crushing her. One hand stayed at her nape, holding her exactly where he wanted her, while the other slid down her side, slipping beneath the blanket and her nightdress to find bare skin.

His palm was rough and scalding as it glided over her hip, raising shivers across her body, then traveled to her waist, then higher to cup her bare breast, dragging goosebumps up along her skin. His thumb brushed across her already hardened nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through her that made her shamelessly arch into him with a broken moan.

Sebastian’s hand settled over her panties, and he groaned at the slick wetness that had completely soaked through the fabric. He could feel her swollen sex throbbing hotly against his palm, her arousal pulsing desperately for him. His control frayed completely. "You’re so fucking wet, amor."

"I can’t help it," she whimpered with her hips twitching as he stroked and pressed his fingers along her drenched slit through the soaked underwear.

"That’s good, wife. I like you like this." He kissed her hard and deep, claiming her mouth as he pulled his hand away.

Then, with a swift, impatient movement, he unfastened his trousers. He left his elastic shorts on, the stretched fabric straining tightly around his throbbing erection. The thick, rigid length pressed against the confining material, the outline clearly visible as it bulged.

Through their remaining clothes, Sebastian ground his shaft firmly against her aching core, letting her feel every rigid inch of him rubbing right where she needed it most.

The insistent pressure made her gasp sharply against his mouth. He was so hard and so hot, the thick ridge of him grinding right against her swollen clit. Even through the fabric, the friction was devastating and maddening, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Sebastian—" she whimpered, her voice trembling with raw need.

He thrust again, slower this time, rolling his hips in a careful grind that dragged his clothed cock along her soaked center. Viola’s head fell back against the pillow with her eyes fluttering shut as pleasure crashed through her in waves. She was losing her mind. Her legs parted wider instinctively, trying to pull him closer, needing more, needing everything.

Please, please, I need you inside me, her mind screamed. She felt feral with want, something stirring awake restlessly beneath her skin, craving her mate’s claim.

As she was lost in the pleasure, Sebastian noticed something against her skin, black fur rising along her neck and upper arm, but it disappeared just as quickly before he could properly study the shift that came when shifting was occurring.

He was confused until he recalled Gilbert’s words about how a mate’s intimacy could help awaken her wolf. Was this it? He wondered, the urge to strip her panties off and his own clothes and slide his cock into that heat almost overriding every rational thought he had left, but he knew that if he did that he wouldn’t want to come out of her anytime soon. Hell, he wouldn’t want it to end at all, he would bury himself into her over and over again until neither of them could think straight.

So he left his clothes on and turned his full focus to bringing her to climax instead.

Sebastian’s breathing grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more urgent with his hips snapping against hers in a rhythm that promised ecstasy. His mouth left hers to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat, sucking lightly at her pulse point while his hand worked between them. He pushed her panties to the side, his fingers finding her slick folds. She was hot and wet.

"Fuck, you’re so ready for me," he groaned against her neck, his voice hoarse.

Two of his fingers slid through her arousal before pushing slowly inside her. Viola cried out, clenching around the delicious stretch. He curled them expertly, stroking that perfect spot inside her while his thumb circled her clit with firm pressure to add to her pleasure.

The dual sensation, his fingers pumping deep and slow inside her, his hips still grinding his hardness against her thigh, was overwhelming. Viola was panting, moaning, her nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her belly, and something was stirring awake deep inside her.

Every thrust of his fingers, every roll of his hips, every hot exhale against her skin drove her higher. She felt delirious, crazy with need. Her hips bucked up to meet his hand, chasing the building wave and chasing him.

"Let go, my Luna," he whispered roughly, biting gently at her earlobe. "Come for me."

The whispered words, combined with a particularly deep stroke and firm pressure on her clit, shattered her completely.