Page 53 of Black Moon

I reached down and palmed his ass, pulling him against me and using the leverage to roll us till he was on top, looking down at me. He didn’t even seem to notice the change in position, continuing to stare hungrily and run his hands over every newly bared inch of skin.

“Anything you want,” I whispered. “That’s what I’m here for. Take whatever you need.”

His response was to lean down and press his teeth lightly into the ball of my left shoulder. It wasn’t quite the simulation of a mating bite, but it was close enough that it made me full-body shiver and push up into him, my still hard cock sliding against the slick skin of his flat belly.

He was getting hard again already, and pushed his cock right back against mine, biting down on my shoulder just hard enough to make me feel it, but not break the skin. Some visceral part of me, that feral alpha voice that was always in the back of my head, whined for me to push into it, to let him bite me.

To be owned by this omega.

I blinked in shock. That...had never happened to me before.

Colt didn’t give me time to dwell on my astonishment. He put his hands on my chest and pushed up, lifting his whole body to rest his weight on his knees and then shifting forward.

He grabbed my cock without even glancing at it—no, instead, he stared into my eyes as he positioned me where he needed me, and then slid down onto my dick like I was the conveniently placed sex toy.

Fuck, he was so ready. So wet that he slid right down onto my cock, only the barest drag of friction. Just smooth, hot skin, and his ass, tight around me. My consciousness narrowed to that point of contact.

When his ass met my hips, he let his head fall back and moaned. But not just a moan, oh no. “Alphaaa,” he ground out, calling to my most base instincts as he constricted around me, and then slowly, sinuously, starting to roll his hips.

I fisted my hands in the coverlet on either side of myself, and it took every scrap of self-control I had to keep from rolling us over and pounding into him, over and over, until my knot locked us together.

Tied him to me.

Instead, I let him continue sliding up and down on my cock, grinding his hips against mine on the downstroke. “So good,” he mumbled. “Perfect alpha. So good to me.”

My claws sliced through the coverlet, but I held on.

What I couldn’t control was the tingle that started at the base of my spine, through my balls and up into my shaft, turning into a delicious extra pressure at the base of my cock. Another surprising loss of control. How did this man keep doing that to me?

Shit, and we hadn’t discussed it, had we?

Sure, it seemed likely he was okay with it, given what he’d asked of me, but—

“Going to knot,” I managed to grate out through a throat so tight it almost hurt.

His only response was a whine, but he sped his movements, constricted around me. And that was it for my control.

My hips thrust up without my permission, pushing up into that perfect tight ass, my knot swelling as it tried to lock us together. Colt took little notice, unless you counted the tiny punched out sounds in his throat every time he pushed himself down on it, forcing it inside himself, and then pulling back off.

I let go of the coverlet with my right hand, shaking the claws away before reaching out to take his dripping cock in my hand. He arched up into the touch, then slammed himself back down onto my knot. When he tried to lift again, he caught and let out a keening moan, spasming around my cock.

My vision whited out for a moment, pure pleasure racing through my veins like melted butter as I pushed hard into him, his ass clenching all around me.

It was both eternity and no time at all before I came back to myself. My hand was still loosely draped around his cock, and he was whimpering, pushing back and forth on my knot, but unable to get just what he needed without my help. I tightened the hand, stroking his cock as I braced my feet against the bed and shoved up into him.

It only took a handful of strokes, and he was coming in thick white stripes all down my hand and belly. He didn’t even glance at it a moment later when he collapsed against me, draping himself all along the front of me.

I couldn’t say it much bothered me, either.

Not long after, even as the slow, rolling waves of a knot orgasm continued to crest and abate, Colt let out a tiny snore right where he lay on my chest.

I couldn’t hold back the smile as I pulled up the torn remains of the coverlet beneath me and wrapped one side over him.

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Colt managed to sleep long enough for my knot to go down, so I settled him into the bed properly, cleaned us both up with a washrag, and then retrieved a new blanket from the linen closet. One of the store-bought kind, just in case my claws made another appearance.

Still, he didn’t so much as stir, just snuggled into my bed, wrapping his arms around one of my pillows and pulling it against him.

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