Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 199: Can I kiss you now?

"Are you all right?" Came her innocent question that made him curse internally. How could he be all right when her hands were torturing him like that? He didn’t know why he had even suggested a massage out of all the things they could do, for his body was already so sexually deprived and starved that he got aroused easily.

"Hmm," he hummed softly. And then he said, "You haven’t massaged my front."

He couldn’t take it anymore and turned onto his back, as laying face down would make him thrust his hips against the couch until he found release from her seducing hands.

In one smooth move, Sebastian was laying on his back.

The cloth around his waist slipped dangerously low. His erection strained against the fabric, thick and obvious, the head already glistening with a bead of pre-cum that soaked through. Viola’s eyes widened as her gaze fell on it and she hurriedly turned her head away, turning red from head to toe.

She hadn’t intended to look, she really hadn’t, and now that she had, she couldn’t unsee it. Her heart was hammering so loud she was almost certain he could hear it. She stared very hard at the wall beside her, willing the image out of her mind, and failing completely.

Did he put something else under the cloth to make it appear so huge? Was a man supposed to be that big down there? She had seen things, heard things, but nothing had prepared her for the reality of Sebastian laid out in front of her like this, barely covered and completely unashamed. And the liquid soaking through the fabric...

Viola felt her throat go dry along with the clenching of her core, and she suddenly felt like she needed air because the room had become suffocatingly hot. Her oiled hands felt useless at her sides. Every rational thought she had was pointing her toward the door and yet her legs weren’t moving the way she was telling them to.

"I...think that is enough massage. Let me go wash my hands." She began to stand to escape so she wouldn’t look at that impossibly long, bulging organ that she knew one day would have to go into her. The thought alone made her feel faint.

"Don’t go. Come here," he rasped.

His hand caught her wrist and tugged her forward until she fell over him on the couch.

Viola gasped as he swiftly made her straddle his hips, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of him. For a second she just stayed frozen above him, palms flat against his oiled chest, too stunned to process what had just happened and how quickly it had. The heat of his cock pressed right against her core through their clothes, hard and burning, and the contact pulled a sharp breath out of her that she couldn’t suppress no matter how hard she tried.

"Sebastian..." She gasped, looking at him in shock at the jolt of heat that rushed through her body and made her nipples tighten against her bra.

She should have gotten up. She knew she should have. Her mind was telling her clearly and firmly to get up, and yet the rest of her was doing absolutely nothing about it, too busy feeling the warmth radiating off him and the pressure of him beneath her that was short circuiting every sensible thought she had left.

"Does Evan’s mark still bother you?" He questioned, looking up at her flushed face. He had seen the faint mark on the back of her neck earlier and he was certain his had disappeared. He gritted his teeth at the thought that his temporary mark hadn’t wiped it off completely but only temporary.

Viola nodded her head. "Just a little. It’s not as painful as before. Our position is inappropriate, I should get up." She began to attempt to stand but Sebastian pinned her down, not allowing her escape.

"Not so fast, wife. I was told by a doctor that intimacy with your mate helps a locked wolf surface. Allow yourself to get intimate with me. It won’t only help with your wolf but will speed up the process of fading Evan’s mark." He reached up and tucked a few strands of black hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek gently.

Viola’s eyes narrowed down at him. "Where did you hear that it will help a wolf surface?" She asked seriously, as the matter of her wolf who remained in hiding was huge to her. She belatedly recalled what the voice in her head, which she believed belonged to her wolf, had once said. Find Ivy and your fated mate. She’d found her fated mate but not her sister.

"A doctor told me so. Zoe’s doctor, Gilbert to be precise. I explained to him about your condition and he gave me that solution."

"You did?" She asked, feeling suddenly vulnerable from the warmth that swelled in her heart and the sound of another brick breaking loose from the wall she had put so firmly around it.

"I did." He replied with a faint smile, looking into her blue eyes that were staring down at him. They stared at each other for a while, each carrying a different thought in mind. Him finding her utterly irresistible, and her thinking that he was making it harder and harder for her to want to resist him at all, and she wasn’t sure whether to be grateful for that or frightened by it.

"Can I kiss you now?" He asked her, his gaze trailing down to her lips where she moistened them with her tongue.

"I guess, if it is something that will help." She whispered, fisting her oily hands against his chest. She knew she was slightly deceiving herself. She wasn’t allowing him to kiss her only because it would help, but because she wanted to feel his mouth on hers again.

Sebastian sat up on the couch in an eager hurry that almost sent them both tumbling to the floor, one big hand sliding up her back to gently fist in her hair. His mouth crashed into hers.

The kiss was starving. Sebastian licked into her like he’d been dying for it, tongue stroking deep, tasting every shocked little whimper she made. His other hand gripped her hip, grinding her down onto his cock in slow rolls that made her moan into his mouth.

The oil on his skin made her hands slide when she grabbed his shoulders. Her nails dug in as pleasure shot through her like lightning. She was stunned when she didn’t feel the pain of Evan’s mark at all. It was barely there as desire shot into her every nerve.

Every drag of her clit against his length had her thighs trembling. The friction was so good it made her toes curl tight and her fingers dig deeper into his skin, and it wasn’t until she felt the uncomfortable dampness pooling between her thighs that everything caught up with her all at once. Her breath stuttered.

She was wet. Actually wet, soaking through her panties from nothing more than this, from the pressure of him beneath her and the slow roll of her own hips that she hadn’t even fully realized she had been moving until now.

The realization stunned her still for just a split moment. Her body had already decided without asking her permission. She had never felt anything like this before, this particular kind of warmth, this specific loss of control, and the fact that it was happening so easily and so completely was almost more overwhelming than the feeling itself.