Page 48 of Fated Moons
He tilted her chin with his thumb. Staring into her eyes was like gazing into his future. He kissed her tenderly. Softly.
Her hand slipped into his jeans.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He snagged her wrist.
A wicked smile spread across her face right before she dotted kisses down his stomach. Her hot pink tongue circled over his navel.
“You realize I can’t say no to you.”
“You could, but you won’t.” Her deft fingers unbuttoned his jeans and lowered his zipper. She tugged his pants down to his ankles and tossed them to the floor. Holding him in her hands, she licked her lips and then him.
He growled, low and deep, as he watched her take him into her sweet, hot mouth.
Holding her hair on top of her head, he did his best to maintain control. To enjoy what she offered without taking what his body demanded.
And he wanted her. All of her. In the most primal way.
His need for her was stronger than he could have ever imagined. He’d desired women before. Lusted after them. But in the end, it had always left him wondering if there was more. When he’d first switched alliances to the Crescent Moon Pack, he’d seen so many fated connections, and being around coupleslike Chaz and Daphne was more than intense. Their devotion to one another could overwhelm any creature’s senses.
Jackson never believed he wanted that. Or maybe his father’s actions had destroyed his ability to claim a mate. If it had, he didn’t think he cared.
But now that he had, he couldn’t imagine what life would be like without her standing by his side. He cared about nothing else.
His toes curled. His breathing labored. “That’s enough of that.” He tugged gently at her hair. “Come here.”
Straddling his waist, she guided him inside her folds.
“Sweet Jesus, woman.” He gripped her hips, holding her steady so he could catch his breath.
She leaned forward, gently kissing his mouth as her hips rolled over him like the ocean lapping at the shore.
He caught her sweet moans in his throat, swallowing them, savoring their strawberry taste. Cupping her cheeks, he broke off the kiss, gazing into her orbs.“You’re beautiful. And amazing. And I’m so lucky to have you as mine,”he projected.
Pressing her hand on the center of his chest, she arched her back, grinding harder and faster. Her movements were desperate but out of a sense of need.
He gritted his teeth as he reached for the spot that would take her over the edge. He fanned his thumb over the hard nub.
She gasped, jerking her hips forward and then back. Cupping her breast, she pinched and tugged at her nipple. “Yes, Jackson. Please.”
Flipping her over on her back, he yanked her to the edge of the bed, knelt on the floor, and dived between her legs, lapping at her sex.
Her fingers dug into his scalp. Her moans grew louder. “Oh my God, Jackson.” Her entire body convulsed as her orgasm spilled out over his tongue.
Quickly, he climbed on top of her, thrusting himself inside her, feeling her tighten around him like a glove. He was wild and out of control. Maybe too rough. “Am I hurting you?” he whispered.
“No. No. Please. Don’t stop.”
He sucked in a deep breath, trying to regain some composure, but she wrapped her arms around him, grabbed his ass, and heaved him deeper.
Seconds later, his climax exploded. His lungs burned for oxygen. He collapsed, nuzzling his face in her neck. He let out a long sigh that sounded like a combination of a growl and a groan. “That was a nice way to start my morning.”
Her fingers ran up and down his spine. “I need a nap.”
He chuckled. “I guess I can let you have a half hour or so.” He rolled to the side, wondering if she would bring up the lack of a condom again, which didn’t matter at this point.
He could smell his child.
Though, it didn’t smell like a wolf. Or a witch. Or even a wolfairy.
