Page 52 of Black Moon

My shirt was hanging open, and that was as far as I got when Linden’s big hands slid under my ass and jerked me to the edge of the mattress. I needed my hands to hold me up then, so the shirt was staying. Absolutely nothing was more important than getting exactly where he wanted me.

My cock was standing up, red and flushed and leaking.

For a second, he only looked, and I thought I’d die waiting for him to touch me. But when he finally did, he met my eye, dragging the heel of his palm down the underside of my shaft and back up, smearing slick from my hole to the tip of my cock and back down.

“So beautiful,” he hissed. Then, he fell to his knees, and butterflies beat against the walls of my chest, tensed the muscles of my belly as he leaned into my groin and breathed me in.

“Oh fuck.”

He was grinning then, the world narrowed down to this small space between us, and all the things he could do to me here.

While he teased the tip with his tongue, his hands dragged down my legs. I helped him kick off my shoes, shedding every bit of clothing below the waist, in time for him to wrap his strong hands around my ankles.

He pulled my legs up, bending them, setting my heels on the edge of the mattress so I was spread wide in front of him, Doctor Grove on his knees, inspecting every inch of me.

There weren’t words for this, but at my high keening, he started moving his mouth, up and down on my cock, like he was testing the waters. I rocked my hips, straining for more of him while his hands petted the backs of my thighs, weighed the shape of my ass in his grip.

The faintest tease of his teeth against the head of my cock had me coming off the bed, lifting my hips up, and—

Andoh fuck. When I dropped back down, his finger was right there, pushing into my hole, spearing deep with every bit of weight I dropped back onto the mattress.

There it was, the soft sound of his chuckle as he nuzzled into my groin, my cock smearing precome against his golden cheek in a slick spot that made a growl echo in my head.Mine.

I arched my back, working down on the finger he held too still, and when he licked his way up my cock again, he finally obliged and started to move.

As he worked his finger in and out of my wet heat, my arms trembled. The strain of it was too much. Finally, I let them go, collapsing back onto the mattress.

“That’s my omega,” Linden growled in approval, his words vibrating against my thighs before he sank back down on my cock, lapping eagerly at the tip with his wondrous tongue.

His fingers pistoned inside of me, first just that long middle one penetrating deep, curling until that spot inside me left me moaning for more. Then he added his ring finger, and his thumb braced under my balls, leverage for the wet slap of him fucking my hole with smooth, hard strokes.

That pressure behind my balls, the way my slick covered his fingers and he dragged his thumb through it, pushing against me in tiny, concentrated circles. It was all too much.

He sank down on my cock, sucking, his tongue writhing against my shaft, teasing the tip. I craned my neck, ignoring the way my muscles shook at the effort, just to see him pull off with a pop.

I jolted, pleasure taking over. And then he looked up at me, his eyes practically glowing as he kissed the tip with open lips, soft and wet and flushed. The tip of his tongue pressed right into the tip of my leaking cock. I cried out, and when he lowered—only a little, enough to suck—everything went white.

I came off the bed, my feet scrambling for purchase against his back, dragging him in closer. My ass clenched and rippled around his fingers, but he never stopped moving, driving me over the edge as I came in his mouth. He swallowed down every wild drop, leaving me panting.

And all I could do was reach for him and ask for all I needed from Linden Grove: “More.”

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Linden

Colt’s eyes were wide and wild as he grabbed the open edges of my shirt in both hands and yanked me in for a kiss. Was he deeper into his heat than I’d realized? He didn’t seem the kind of man who got out of control easily, but there was no semblance of the smooth, analytical reporter in those blue depths. There was just the wolf, and it was ready to eat me alive.

It was the sexiest damn thing I’d ever seen.

Who the hell was I to slow him down?

I let myself be pulled in, accepting his questing mouth as it slanted across mine, tongue thrusting between my lips. It was hard to focus like that, with the feel of him under me, the smell of his need, and gods, the whimper he was making in the back of his throat, but I managed to divest myself of the rest of my clothes.

From the noise it made as I wrenched it off, my shirt was ruined, but it didn’t matter. A shirt could be replaced. All that mattered was getting my hands and mouth all over Colt Doherty.

Still, it was early going in his heat, so the best thing to do was give him control.

I’d heard from omega friends and acquaintances again and again that the lack of control was the worst thing about heats. The feeling that their body wouldn’t do what they wanted and expected it to, compounded by being treated like a sex doll by pushy alphas. So now, while he still had the energy to bother with it, was the time to let him make all of our choices.

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