Page 74 of Shifting Fate
Arias
I woke up panting, blisteringly hot. I went to push the sheets off my fevered body, only to realize that I’d already kicked them off sometime through the night.
Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face in the pillow. My sweat-soaked body ached, my cock throbbing angrily with each beat of my heart. Unable to help myself, I humped the mattress, seeking relief.
I got none.
I whined, long and low. I hated this.Hatedit. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs felt like they were capsizing, and I was so unbearably hot. A shiver coursed through me. I slid my hand between me and the mattress to squeeze my aching erection. Fuck. I needed it so bad.
I reached out and grabbed at Dallon’s arm, shaking him. “Dal…” My voice was hoarse. “Dallon.”
He jolted awake with a soft gasp. He rolled over to face me and even in the darkness, I could see him search my face, wide-eyed. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” He laid a hand on my shoulder, then quickly withdrew it. “Christ, you’re burning up!” He cursed. “Are you sick?”
“No,” I croaked, digging my fingers into his arm. “Need you.” My beast growled in frustration and I gritted my teeth against another heatwave. “Please. Please…”
I crawled over to Dallon on my hands and knees and straddled him, kissing him almost frantically. Need rang through me like a siren’s call. The need to be completely dominated, held down and fucked into the mattress.
But could Dallon give me that?
A whine slid up my throat, whispering over his lips, but when I gazed down into his glittering dark eyes, I saw his desire for me. His passion. His understanding. I moved to kiss him again. His hands came up and cupped my face, holding me back.
“Easy, baby.” His voice was a balm, soft and soothing. He stroked my jaw with the pad of his thumb and I was torn between leaning into the caress and wanting to jerk that hand where I wanted it—knuckle-deep inside of me. Arousal pumped through my veins, my muscles clenching at the thought.Please, god…
“I can’t take it,” I whispered, panting between each word. “I’m so hot. Need you so bad. Please.”
He tilted his head up to lay a gentle kiss on my lips. Too gentle. I wanted to growl, but then he said, “Trust me?” and all I could do was nod. Yes, I trusted him. I trusted him with my heart. I trusted he wouldn’t hurt me. More than that, I trusted he’d make me feel so good.
Dallon scooted back so he was partially sitting up, leaning back against the headboard. His hands roamed up my arms and over my shoulders, petting along my back and down my sides. When he reached my hips, I rocked forwards instinctually on a hiss. He only smiled.
His hands cupped my ass, massaging it for a moment. Every time he spread my damp cheeks apart, my hole clenched in anticipation. I swallowed hard and held in my pleas, trusting he knew exactly what to do.
He rubbed his finger over my puckered entrance, slowly, in circles. Torturing me. But when the tip of his finger breached my muscles, I moaned loudly into the quiet room. “Oh god.”
“Don’t worry, baby. Let me take care of you.”
My eyelids fluttered shut as he fingered me, each touch making my dick twitch and throb. When he added a second finger, I rocked back against his hand, desperate for more. He chuckled and began working them in faster, deeper. I spread my thighs and fucked myself on his fingers, my head bowed and my back arched.
Dallon gripped my cock and jerked me in time. I shouted my release and I swear to god, I saw stars. He didn’t stop. He milked my prostate with his finger until I was shooting blanks. I gasped and pressed my face into the side of his neck, trembling from head to toe.
But it wasn’t enough. In the time it took for me to recover from one orgasm, my dick was already demanding another. I groaned helplessly and rubbed myself against Dallon. He stroked my back, then tilted my chin up until our lips met. We kissed, wet and unrefined and bordering on desperation.
He raked his fingers through my sweaty hair on a hum. “More?”
My heart leapt. “Please.”
“Fair warning, I don’t normally…do this.” He flipped us so I was flat on my back, his lithe body covering mine. I licked my lips at the sight of his dick bobbing against his stomach, red and pulsing. “I’ve only topped a handful of times, and—”
“I don’t care,” I uttered thickly, dragging him down for another round of kisses. I sucked at his lips and his tongue until he was the one growling. The rumbling sound made my wolf whimper, wanting nothing more than to show submission to our mate.Ours.“Dal. Fuck.”
“Condoms?” he guessed, pausing.
I wanted to beg him to fuck me raw, needing to feel him fill me with his seed, to coat my insides in his scent…but Tristram was right, damn it all. Neither of us needed a baby. Especially not right now. I would be useless to my pack pregnant.
I nodded quickly. Dallon slipped off the bed. He snatched the box of condoms I’d left sitting on the nightstand, quickly tearing the packet. My mouth watered as I watched him roll it on, knowing what was coming.Yes!my wolf yipped with glee.Mate!
I spread my thighs as he climbed between them, his lip pinched between his teeth. He bent down and kissed the tip of my cock, already hard and ready for round two. He ran his fingers up and down my crack, coating his hand in my slick before running a hand over his own dick.
His gaze flicked to mine, hesitating only a moment before a smirk spread across his face. With one hand, he slapped my inner thigh with his erection. “Ready?”
