Page 22 of Moon Cursed

“Good girl,” he tells me, tugging them down a few inches. “Push your ass out.”

I bend over, leaning forward on the counter, pushing the bowl away from me. I don’t just push my ass out. I part my legs a little more too, stomach starting to flutter in anticipation of what’s next.

Oscar moves closer. I feel him rub the head of his cock against the lips of my pussy.

“You should be wetter,” he tells me, as he teases me with the lightest of touches, his slick tip helping him glide along.

He’s right. I’m wet, but my heat hasn’t unlocked. I’m not dripping with arousal.

Despite my desire to spend all night with him, some part of me is still worried over what we just found out. It’s stopping me from giving him my full attention.

It’s stopping me from giving in to the heat.

That’s a first, and it’s not a welcome first.

Oscar stops rubbing his cock against me. My heart sinks as he backs away.

I turn, trying to think of something to say to make it better.

He doesn’t let me struggle with words, he kisses me instead, sweeping the thoughts out of my head and making me concentrate on feeling. His calming Omega touch is lighter than usual when he uses it on my skin, making my worries fade away.

He breaks the kiss and lifts me onto the counter, where I feel like I’m towering over him. There really isn’t much of a height difference between us so it’s kind of weird to be up high, looking down.

“I’m the reason you’re not relaxed,” he tells me. “But I know how to fix that.”

He tugs my panties the rest of the way down my legs and looks around before stuffing them into his blazer pocket. I raise an eyebrow as he moves back to where I’m sitting.

“You’re not taking those to the academy,” I tell him, knowing full well he absolutely is.

“Well, either I get to carry around panties that have the faint, sweet scent of my mate’s natural arousal on them, or I put them back on you while I awaken your heat and then I get to carry around panties that are doused with that much stronger scent,” he says, as if he’s giving me a real option here.

“Keep them,” I say, as a wry smile hits my lips. It’s nice to know my natural arousal is sexy on its own.

He moves my skirt up and suddenly grins at me.

“What?” I ask, glancing down.

“I just had a much better idea than this counter.”

He lifts me up and sets me down on the tiled floor, taking my hand, and leading me over to the table. It’s lower than the counter. I think I know what he’s going for.

I push myself up onto the table in front of his chair. “Is this what you were thinking?”

“You read my mind.” He sits in front of me, and the grin comes back. “Oh, this is going to work.”

He gets back up. “Take off your top and I’ll be back in a second.”

I watch him dart out into the dining room and I wonder what exactly he’s up to.

I almost forget he asked me to take off the top. I remove it, tossing it on Everett’s usual chair.

Oscar comes back with a cushion from one of the lounge sofas, and something else rolled up under his arm. “This should make things comfier, and a little less messy.”

The rolled-up item turns out to be a padded tablecloth from the storage closet between the dining room and the lounge. I stand on his chair while he slings it over the table. It’s pristine white, and it’s probably never been used. He puts the cushion down where my head will be.

Then he tugs at the waistline of my skirt, pulling it down over my hips. He lets it puddle around my feet, and I step out and kick it to the floor.

“Nice bra,” he tells me. “But it’s got to go.”

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