“Because I can.”
He smiled. “Can you?” He pushed just the tip of his finger into me, and I whimpered, clinging to him as desire jabbed through me.
My mouth fell open as he toyed with my ass. “Oh, fuck, that feels nice.”
He gave a smug laugh. “Get on the ground on your hands and knees.”
Even though I wanted him, a part of me bristled at his demanding tone. “Make me.”
“Always challenging me,” he growled.
“That’s right.”
His nostrils flared and he grabbed my arm, twisting my thumb gently. “Down on your knees.Now.”
I laughed. “You want me to pray to you?”
“Pretty sure you’ll be saying, ‘Oh, God,’ the minute my dick is in you.”
A shiver of desire went through me, and I smiled, dropping to my knees with a smug glance. “You’d better be as good as you think you are.”
“I’ve never had any complaints.”
“Hope I don’t have to go on Yelp and give you your first one-star rating.”
He followed me to the floor with a grin. His cock was stiff and pointing at me, but he hesitated. “Lube?”
“Bottom drawer.” I pointed to the nightstand.
He opened the drawer, accidentally yanking it all the way out, and the contents scattered onto the floor. “Oops.”
We both noticed the condoms on the ground, and it went through my mind to tell him to put one on. But then my omega seemed to take over, and I couldn’t force the words from my throat. I just stared at the little foil packets and didn’t say a peep. He fingered one of the rubbers with a frown, but then he tossed it down and faced me.
Tell him to put one on. Tell him now.
That moment was when I truly realized we were both under the carnal power of our instincts, and that logic and common sense had no hope against them. Maybe for him it was all about it feeling better without a rubber. Maybe the alpha in him simply sought ultimate pleasure and couldn’t be bothered with condoms. But I didn’t have that excuse. I knew exactly what I was and that unprotected sex was insane. I knew fucking without a condom was playing with fire. That I could get pregnant. That I probably would get pregnant. But I didn’t give a damn. In fact, I wanted him to mate me. I wanted him to take me and fill me with his seed. Iwantedto be pregnant because that was what my solar eclipse omega yearned for.
Controlled by my lust, I watched him grab the little bottle of lube. He slathered his cock, and my body throbbed at the sight of his thick, bare shaft. A desperate fire burned in my loins, and I whimpered and arched my back, feeling like a wolf in heat. He responded to my yearning sounds, slicking his finger over my hole and spreading gel around the tense rim.
“Goddamn, that’s beautiful,” he whispered. He slipped his fingers over my swollen balls, tracing his fingers down my stiff shaft and swiping the pad of his thumb over my seeping tip.
I clenched my fingers in the thick carpet, feeling desperate and out of control. My skin prickled with anticipation as I waited for him to enter me. “Please,” I moaned. “I need it.”
“Yes, I’ll give you want you need.” He fondled my hole, growling softly as he pushed one finger into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered as his finger sank deeper and deeper. It had been so long since anyone had entered my tight channel, it felt weird having his stiff finger inside of me. But it also felt good, and I gave myself over to his gentle touch. I’d forgotten how satisfying it was to have my ass teased and caressed by someone who wanted my pleasure as much as their own.
“You like that?” His voice was hushed as he played with my ass, pushing in and out of my hole gently.
“So good,” I panted, shivering at how wonderful it felt. “You’re a natural at this.”
“Some women like anal.” He kissed my shoulder. As he hooked his finger, he hit my prostate, and I hissed and clawed the floor. “Shit. What was that? You like that spot?”
Still trembling, I said. “Careful or I’ll come.”
“That fast?”
I bit my lip. “If you keep touching me there, I won’t be able to help it.”