Page 33 of Nyte's Rejected Luna

I didn’t want the control. Not at this moment. Not with him.

If anyone had told me three months ago that I would willingly allow a man to control me, even the one man I had been pining over for years, I would have thought them crazy. I was always in control. My specialty helped me with that. You would think knowing futures and having premonitions that save people would have left me the understanding that we can’t change certain things. However, it showed me the opposite. I could see all the paths to the future. Every decision leading me to that place taught me that I could control the outcome by controlling which path was taken.

That controlling part of myself was precisely how I ended up here. Although I hadn’t seen the path leading me to break the bond with my stalker mate, I knew there had to be a path. That was how I ended up here with Nyte now. But I didn’t want that control with him. I wanted him to have it.

“Your wish is my command,” he growled out, grabbing my thigh and lifting my leg off the tiled floor of the shower.

My ankle soon sat on his shoulder, the head of his cock pressing against my opening. Just as he thrust into me, his hand covered my mouth, muffling the sound of my cry. I looked back at him, confused. He had never silenced me before. He had always tried his hardest to get me to make as much noise as possible.

“The visiting packs are still here,” he growled, pulling his hips back before slamming back into me, his hand still muffling the sound of my moan as my body began to match his rhythm. “I don’t want them to hear you. These sounds belong to me.”

My heart hitched at the pure jealousy in his tone. With his next thrust, I bit back the cry, bending my toes to grip the slick, wet tile beneath our feet. As he noticed my body slipping, he released my wrists, allowing me to wrap my arms around his neck to hold onto him as he thrust harder and harder, his hand still covering my mouth. I could feel my body tightening, that same familiar pressure building like a dam against a flood. My nails dug into the skin at the back of his neck, my stretching muscles in my legs adding more to the building pressure.

His body was tensing with mine, edging toward oblivion at the same rate. I bit at his palm to stifle my cries, my head spinning as the light flashed before my eyes. At the same moment, Nyte’s body stilled, his head falling into the crook of my neck and biting down on my flesh. I could feel him throbbing inside me, filling me.

A distant thought in my mind warned me that I should be more careful letting him finish inside me. How complicated would things be if I ended up pregnant?

Nyte slowly removed his hand from my mouth, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to my lips and cheek. He gently sat my foot back to the ground, wrapping his arms around my waist as my legs shook beneath me.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

I chuckled at his concern, holding tight to his neck. “Yeah,” I assured him. “I just can’t feel my legs.”

A cheeky smile lit up his eyes before sweeping his arms beneath my knees and lifting me. “Allow me to help you then.”

I laughed as he carried me out of the shower, my hands grabbing for two towels as we passed the rack before leaving the bathroom bridal style. He lay me out across the bed, accepting the towel I offered as I began to dry my hair and body on the bed. I watched him walk around the bed, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on as he wrapped his towel around his waist. He dropped into the bed beside me, pulling me to him and nuzzling his nose against my hair.

“Is there anything you want to watch?”

“Not on TV,” I answered, running my hand up his bare chest.

Fire blazed behind his darkening grey eyes, the same mischievous smile as before returning to his lips.

“Oh? What do you want to watch then?”

I smiled back at him, dipping my head to his chest and running my tongue along his abs. My smile grew at the sound of his breath catching in his lungs, the towel around his waist beginning to raise.

“I want to watch you get owned by me now.” My hand slipped within the towel, rubbing his growing shaft in the palm of my hand.

His head fell back on a moan that made me lick my lips, excited by the power I held over him.

“Don’t worry about being too loud,” I continued, slipping between his legs as I removed his towel. “I don’t mind if the entire city hears how good I make you feel.”

I ran my tongue up the seam along the underside of his cock, smiling as it jerked in my hand.

“Paige,” Nyte gasped, his head falling back into the pillow.

“Yes, darling?” I smiled, watching him attempt to smirk at the way I used his endearment with him.

Before he could answer, however, my lips wrapped around the head of his cock, my tongue tasting the precum accumulating at the tip. As I took more of him in my mouth, I moaned, vibrating around him, my eyes watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Yes, I wanted him to have control when it came to me, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want some control over him, either.

“Fuck, Paige,” he moaned.

I took him deeper, pulling back as I sucked before bobbing my head down and moaning around his stiff shaft. My tongue ran along the salty taste of his skin, warmth touching the back of my throat as more beads of precum mixed with my saliva. His hands found their way into my hair, pulling at my roots as he fought for control. I felt his hips buck up, his cock hitting the back of my throat. It took everything in me not to gag on him while carefully swallowing around him and breathing through my nose.

“That’s it,” he cooed, holding my hair up and rocking his hips at the same pace as my mouth. “Just like that. Fuck, you look so beautiful.”

I hummed a response, looking up at him through teary eyes. I could feel him swelling inside my mouth, my jaw beginning to ache at the hinges.

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