Page 15 of Little Howl of Moon

He ignored my begging and kept going, but I caught the edge of his smile. His cock rubbed against my thigh, slowly thickening again.

“Please, please, please.” I kept saying it. I couldn’t stop myself. I was holding on by a thread, and it was fraying with every second that went by.

He pulled off for a split second. “Come.Now.”

The moment his lips closed back over my cock, I cried out, my hips jerking up as I started to come. He moaned as it shot into his mouth, eventually overwhelming him and spilling from his lips and dripping back down onto me.

I felt like I was floating. I relaxed into the blankets,finallyfeeling relief.

Oli leaned back, licking his lips. “Fuck, you had a heavy load.”

“I’ve been suffering this month,” I murmured.

He hummed as he kissed up my body, his touch gentling as he explored me. I loved the way his hands felt on my body.

With a happy sigh, he rolled to my side. I drew him into the crook of my arm and we both stared up at the ceiling.

And that’s when I realized he had a fucking mirror above us.

“How the fuck did I not see that?” I grumbled.

“Well, you were distracted,” he chuckled. “So was I.”

We looked up at ourselves, both fully naked. His body fit against mine like a puzzle piece, the silver in his hair glinting. I couldn’t help but note my shoulders were twice as wide as his, but I liked it. I liked the fact that I could pick him up, but he could also pin me down with ease like he did at the cafe.

He had a lot of muscles I wanted to spend time kissing and exploring. My eyes drifted down to his cock.Perfect.

For someone I’d just met, I felt very comfortable with him. Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised, but I still was. My entire life, I’d grown up around monsters finding their fated mates. Being in my family meant that love was all around, and I was spoiled by that.

Even being surrounded by that love, though, I'd always questioned if it was right for me. I understood fated mates, but I didn't like the idea of fate taking away my choice.

But now I understood that it wasn't about fate taking away my choice for love. It was about fate giving me the chance for it.

I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted to learn his likes and dislikes. His favorite color, his favorite food, his morning routine. I knew that it was going to take some time for us to truly get to know each other, but I trusted this was right for me. That it was right for both of us.

But now what? We both laid in bed, looking up at our reflections above us, our bodies pressed together.

Still strangers.

For now.

Oli propped himself up and looked over at me. “How about I make us a proper brunch? I can cook us up something nice and then show you around my house. And you can tell me more about your life. Maybe even your kinks.”

“I’d love that,” I purred. “I want to know about your kinks too.”

“Well . . . You’ll see my closet. I may or may not have a little bit of a kink shopping problem. I have some ideas for what we might do.”

“A kink shopping problem?” I laughed. “I thought you said you were out of practice, old man.”

His mouth dropped and suddenly he was straddling me. His hands planted to either side of my face, a dark brow lifting. “Old man? You can’t call me old man.”

My hands settled on his hips, my claws light on his skin. “A very hot old man.”

“I’ve heard at work I’m called Chef DILF.”

“Oh, I definitely understand why they call you that,” I said. Salt-and-pepper hair, chiseled abs, and a voice that sounded likevelvet when he yelled? “Without a doubt, you are a dad I'd like to fuck.”

“Ridiculous.” He rolled his eyes playfully, his hands settling back on my chest. He gave each of my pecs a squeeze, and I couldn't help the way my cock jerked in response.