Heat Of The Moment

Lya

I blinked my eyes open, praying to whatever was out there that it was morning. Sleep hadn't come easily, and I hoped with everything in me that it’d be early enough to start the day, but only moonlight seeped in from the windows. I reached across the bed for the familiar warmth I had relied on whenever I woke up the past few nights, but nothing was there. I sat up, looking around. It slowly hit me that I was alone. While I wished for that when I was awake, it was something I dreaded overnight.

I understood exactly why. He was my mate, whether I wanted him or not, and a part of me would always need him. But I did want him. I wanted all of him. Even if I didn’t want to admit it to anyone just yet.

I stumbled out of bed, following the smell of an incoming rainstorm down the hall.

I opened the door, breathing in as his scent wafted toward me.

“Ollie?” I asked hesitantly, hoping he wouldn’t turn me away for intruding.

“Lya.” He said my name as a reverent whisper. He was on his feet and in front of me in an instant, wrapping me in his arms. His lips pressed against mine, expressing a hunger I had refused to admit to myself.

I moaned against his lips as he backed me up to the wall next to the door I just walked through. He took advantage, his tongue slipping between my lips and tangling with my own. I reached up and fisted my fingers in his hair, arching my chest into him, pushing myself as close to him as I could get.

“Don’t leave me again,” he murmured against my lips as his hands traced lower down my hips, hoisting me up to pin me against the wall.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him to me. I smiled against his lips, but refused to make a promise I couldn’t keep. For now, though, I was here. I was all here.

His teeth grazed against my neck, making me shiver. “Wrap up.” I locked my arms around his neck as he secured his hands at the back of my thighs. He kicked the door open further, making his way back down the hall with me hanging off of him by his mouth. The next thing I knew, I was being pressed against a soft mattress and his hands were slipping up under the oversized shirt I had worn to bed. I was fairly certain the shirt was his - it was one I had found on my floor one morning, and stashed away because it smelled like him.

Hands slipped down, trailing closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. I moaned his name as his lips left mine, exploring the skin along my neck and collarbone. I struggled with the shirt that clung to him, wanting it off. We separated just long enough for him to tear it off, allowing my hands to freely roam his chest. He growled, tugging me up into a sitting position to peel my - his - shirt off of me.

His hands returned to my skin, pushing me back down onto the bed, leaving an absolutely addicting sense of fireworks in their wake. His mouth wrapped around my breast, taking a nipple in his teeth. I hitched a leg around him, grinding my hips into his. I could feel his length pulsing against me, confirming I wasn’t the only one so desperate for this.

A thumb hooked in the band of my underwear. He lifted up off of me, looking me in the eye, hands frozen. “Tell me,” he breathed. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Oliver,” I whined. And I truly meant that. I wanted him. Not just physically, not just in this moment, I wanted my mate.

He smirked down at me, and my underwear was ripped off. He pulled away, tearing away his own pants, but he was quick to press back down into me. His shaft pressed against my folds, giving away how much I wanted him. For just a second, I was mortified at the fact that absolutely no pregaming was necessary when he had his hands on me. His tip pressing against my entrance quickly eradicated that thought, though. He stayed still, breathing against where my neck met my shoulder. The sensation sent shivers through me, awakening a whole new feeling within me. I mewled, grinding against him.

“You’re mine,” he growled, lips crashing down on mine once more as he plunged into me.

And I agreed.

His hips rocked back and forth, and my body quickly found a rhythm with his. With each thrust, I felt the tension in my core growing more. I wasn’t new to this - it wasn’t like I had sat around waiting for my ‘one and only’ to come along. But this was the first time I had felt like my wolf was just as present with me. And maybe that’s why, the closer I got, the more evident the new feeling added to the mix was. He pulled out, nearly to the tip, and as he thrust back in, I felt myself toppling closer to the edge.

I tried not to think about the fact that my gums were tingling more and more with each thrust. He already had me crumbling to pieces quicker than I ever had before - I didn’t need him giving my orgasms even more tantalizing sensations, even if I was fairly certain I’d never climax with anyone else ever again.

“Mine,” he rumbled again.

“Oliver,” I gasped, breath hitching in my throat. Canines punctured through my gums. My eyes rolled back and I curled around him, my entire body shaking. My teeth sunk down, puncturing the skin right where his neck met his shoulder. My teeth crushed through tissue and muscle, and try as I might, I couldn’t pull back.

As I pulled my teeth out, a surge of energy that put the tingles, sparks, and fireworks to shame rushed through me. Something in my mind opened up, like a door to a part of my brain I didn’t know existed had been unlocked. A rush of emotions that mimicked my own, but were not mine flooded me. I gasped, collapsing back on the bed.

The rumbling in Oliver’s chest grew to a roar as he found his release too, collapsing on top of me. Our breathing was heavy. I was recovering from the best orgasm of my life, fated to never climax again. I could only hope he felt somewhere close to the same.

Oliver leaned his head down, forehead pressed against mine. “You-you marked me,” he panted.

“I… what?” I sat up a bit, confused by “What did I do?”

I could feel the smile as he pressed his lips to mine. “You gave me a mate mark.”

My hands shook, worried that I had done something wrong. I reached up and stroked the scar that was somehow already healing. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

Oliver chuckled, placing a kiss in the same place on me. “That’s not something you need to apologize for.” He rolled over beside me and pulled me to his chest. “I just hope you let me mark you someday.”

I just nodded against him. I wasn’t completely certain what I had done, nor the significance of it. It hadn’t even felt like it was something I had done. It was more like Tala took over and just… bit him. Why would she bite him? I thought she adored him?

There was a contented purr resounding around my head. It wasn’t Tala, and it most definitely wasn’t me. I was plenty happy, but I didn’t purr when I was. That was an animal thing. I looked up at Oliver a little shocked. “Do I hear Adair?”

Oliver nodded slowly. “You should be able to feel how I feel, too.” He smiled down at my expression, probably understanding my worry that he could feel how I felt, too.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t marked you, I don’t have the same privileges… yet.”

I nodded, contemplating that idea. Maybe marking him wasn’t the great thing he seemed to think it was. It didn’t seem reversible. What if something happened, and we ended up not being compatible? Would I be stuck feeling his emotions forever?

But, at the same time, he was mine, and that was all I wanted.

“We can talk about it more tomorrow,” Oliver insisted. “For now, just sleep.”

I took his advice, just wanting to turn my brain off at this point, and just focus on the incomparable bliss I had just lived through.