Page 61 of Cold Moon

I shrugged. “Dunno. I don’t think omegas have to have it, but—but like I said, I don’t want to risk hurting you, and well, more slick can’t make things worse.”

Skye grinned, and I saw the flash of white behind his lips. “Just messier.”

“Yeah, but it’ll be our mess.”

The blue around his irises was a tiny circle when I said that, his skin pink, every pulse of his heartbeat sending his scent out in waves across the room.

“Take off your pants,” he demanded, scooting higher on the bed.

Damn if I weren’t ready to give him everything he asked for. I shucked the rest of my clothes and crawled up on the bed on my knees. Skye flipped over so he could sit on his own, right in front of me.

Light as feathers, his fingertips skimmed across my chest, tickling over smooth skin, gliding over my scars. I expected him to say something, nerves keep him talking while he traced the shape of my body. But it seemed like words failed him. He went for the bottle, squeezed a generous amount of lube into his palm, warming it between his hands before he dragged them lower, down my belly.

With loose fingers, he gripped my dick. I swallowed a moan, my whole body taut as I fought the urge to throw myself on him and push him back into the mattress.

First time. His first time, in a heat cycle that would last for days. There was no reason to rush.

I shoved my wolf down and let Skye take his time, his touch as curious as it was heated. He took time to learn the shape of my cock, to weigh my balls and tease them with his fingers while I sat on my knees, my legs spread for him while my fists dug into the tops of my thighs.

Finally, he met my eyes again, his mouth softly open. His breath came harder, matching my own soft panting.

“Can I take your clothes off?” I asked.

All he did was nod eagerly, squirming to help me get him naked. I folded his glasses and set them out of the way on the table beside the bed.

His body was made of lean, graceful lines, pale skin that was soft and peppered with dark hair. His nipples were dark and pebbled, his stomach flexing with every breath. And between his legs, his cock was flushed, the tip slick.

I wanted every bit of him.

With a grunt, I pulled him into my lap, squeezing his ass to jerk him closer. The second his cock pressed against the flat of my stomach, Skye bucked against me, smearing precome over my skin.

I reached behind him, dragging my fingers down his crack. He was slick, wet for me already. I shouldn’t have worried, but I was glad anyway that my dick was lubed up for him.

When I sank a finger into him, he threw his head back, his mouth hanging open on a moan like music. “Yeah. Oh—oh that’s good.”

His body moved against mine in a languorous wave while I worked my fingers into his heat, spreading him open until he was whining for my dick.

“Inside,” he rasped, lips shining where his tongue had circled them, where mine had tasted him. “Need you. Now, Dante.”

I pulled my fingers out to a whimper, and already, he was holding me steady, working himself down on my dick while he gasped.

“So tight.” I gritted my teeth, holding still while he rocked onto me, each movement of his hips shoving me deeper. “Skye, it’s too much.”

My vision narrowed. All I could see was the pale circle of his face, his frantic headshake.

“No. No. It’s perfect. Need it. Oh!”

“Fuck,” I hissed when he slid down, his ass flush against my thighs, his body convulsing around me while he adjusted to the intrusion.

His trembling arms were looped around my neck. His chest shook with each breath. “A-Alpha,” he whined, his eyes full and dark.

I held his ass, sure I had the whole world in my arms. I lifted him, and he made a high sound in his throat. When I pulled him in again, my cock spearing deep, he gave a punched-out moan.

And there, with him clinging to my shoulders, mindless and needy, I set a rhythm that I could fall into, a pace and pleasure that I’d drown in happily, so long as I had Skye.

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Skye

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