Kacie
An owl flew by the window and hooted so loud my eyes flew open. My head rested on Viktor’s chest, the ridges of his muscles warm beneath my palm. My leg lay across his thighs and his breathing fanned my face. My eyelids were heavy and my vision was blurry. I leaned into him, my lips brushed against his chest and my tongue darted out; tasting him.
He let out a groan of approval and I felt my body come alive. My hand slowly slid over his abs and I savored every dip and raised skin. I drew small circles on him and continued my trail of sloppy kisses on his chest. His breathing heaved and a devious smile spread across my lips. I don’t think I’d ever get sick of him. Every time we made love, it surprised me how much I turned him on.
My hand lowered to his pants and his hardened length confirmed what I hoped. He wanted me. I started fumbling with his pants when his hand gripped mine. Why would he stop me? I started nipping and licking and his head dropped back. My hand was about to slip beneath his pants when he gripped both sides of my arms and dragged me into a sitting position on top of him.
I yelped in surprise. The room swirled around me and I closed my eyes to try and find still ground. His hands slid down my arms, moved down my hips, and gripped my hands. I was about to complain when I felt his hard cock between my legs.
Oh, fuck.
I could barely see his chest beneath my hands; which he still held in a vice grip. I couldn’t help but raise my ass up and bring it back down. I moaned as his hardness rubbed against my sensitive core. I continued my movements in a painfully slow rhythm. I could feel him thickening; if that were possible. I switched up my movements and began grinding on top of his hard cock. I picked up the pace just a little bit and his hardness against my wetness felt good.
So good.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Whatever restraint he had lessened as he began thrusting upwards. My hands were still bound as I ground on him like a teenager. I threw my head back as his thrusts quickened. Pleasure swept through my body like a tornado bent on destruction. My knees began to shake, and I arched my back, doing everything I could to match his rhythm and to hit that sweet spot.
He immediately gripped both my hands together with one of his. He reached up and grabbed my breast through the thin material and began twisting and pulling. It was too much; the upward thrusts, the fact we were still clothed, and the way he kept my hands together so I couldn’t touch him.
Every muscle in my pussy tightened as I neared that sweet orgasm only he could give me. He twisted my nipple with more strength than the last time. His jerks hardened and I could feel him through the material. My wetness makes it possible to feel every inch of my mate.
“Oh, oh,” I moaned. My back arching and my head dropped back as I chased my orgasm. “Shit, shit, shit,” I cursed as I bounced up and down on him. “Viktor,” I cried as my orgasm ripped through me. The orgasm was so strong it pulled at the muscles in my belly and curled my toes. He followed me over the edge and I felt the evidence of his orgasm seep through his pants. I fell forward on his chest and as the world began to spin. I closed my eyes and fell asleep on my mate.
***
Jake
Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
FUCK.
What have I done?
She was knocked out, her body lay slack on top of me. I wasn’t thinking. Fuck. I don’t know why I let it get that far. I haven’t wanted someone as badly as I’ve wanted her. I’ve done my damn hardest to keep away from her. I wasn’t completely awake when I felt her hand, her body on me.
I thought with my dick and I may have fucked shit up. Think. Think. THINK. I can’t even figure out what I should do next. When she moaned his name, I knew I fucked up. I glance out the window, the moon is still high in the sky. I could slip out before anyone wakes; before Luna wakes. She might take whatever just happened like a dream. Even as the thought enters my mind, I know I won’t leave her. That’s too cowardly and I won’t run from what I’ve done.
I lift my hand and gently play with the tips of her hair. I don’t deserve to be Beta. The thought causes my hand to freeze. I don’t deserve to touch her. I let my hand fall to my side as I stare down at her. My eyes trail over her lashes as they almost touch her flushed cheeks, her chest as she breathes softly, and her lush lips.
She’s achingly beautiful. I can’t blame what happened on being intoxicated and I can’t blame it on her touching me first. I could have stopped what just happened at any point but I didn’t.
I wanted her hands on me.
I wanted her to grind on me.
I wanted my hands on her while she dry humped me.
I wanted to watch her face as she rode me.
I wanted to see what she looked like when she came.
I wanted to take her.
I didn’t regret it.
Would she still want me around when she woke up? Would she still want me when she realized it was me she rode and not her mate? Would she regret me? The thought of her looking at me in disgust made my stomach churn. I clenched my jaw and fisted my hands by my side. I wouldn’t run. I’d face her in the morning.