Page 22 of Little Howl of Moon

I swear to the gods, my cock stood straight up. “You did?” I croaked.

“I did.” I heard a car door shutting and the rumble of his engine. The phone clattered against something, and he’d switched it to speaker. “All fucking night, too. And it was even better knowing you were right there beside me. Also, you have the softest, cutest snores.”

I was blushing. “If I woke you?—”

“You didn’t. I’m a restless sleeper some nights. And it’s been a long time since I shared a bed. It was harder to keep my hands off you, honestly.”

“I want to fuck you,” I whined, squeezing my eyes shut. “Now.”

“You will. Soon. I decided to put in a toy this morning while you were sleeping.”

My cock pulsed at the thought of him prepping himself to take me. Even if I were the one fucking him, I knew I’d still be submitting to him. And gods, I wanted him inside me too.

“We’ll get some good food in you,” he said. “And you’ll stay with me tonight. We’ll have another sex-filled day. Okay?”

“I’ll be even worse when the moon is out,” I warned. “And I think the full moon is tomorrow night. I will be a nightmare for the next forty-eight hours.”

“I don’t care. We can fuck until the sun rises tomorrow morning and then sleep all day. I’m off work until Tuesday. I’ve got no plans but to be with you. We’ll take care of your rut and then figure everything else out. Besides, this just means we get to use all the toys I have.”

“Like the fleshlight,” I said, thinking about how fucking good that had felt milking my cock.

“Or the riding crop. The paddle, the cuffs. So many options. Are you touching yourself right now?”

“I don’t want to touch myself,” I whined. “I want you to touch me.”

“What if you touch yourselffor meuntil I get there?”

Maybe that’d work. I huffed as I closed my hand around the base of my cock, my entire body jerking. I gasped, realizing just how insanely sensitive I was.

“Take it slow,” he commanded softly. “Ease into it.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I listened to his voice. The baritone of it soothed me, his words gentle but firm.

I’d never been with someone who was willing to dominate me, and it was all I’d ever wanted. I’d always been expected to be the commanding one, but it wasn’t right for me in the bedroom. It felt too good to have someone else take the control for a little bit. I wanted to be collared and leashed and fucked until all I could think about was coming inside my mate, breeding the two of us into a pheromone daze.

“I’ll be home soon,” he reminded me. “Keep touching yourself.”

I slid my hand up and down, slow. So painfully slow. “Please get home quick,” I whined. “I’m dying.”

“I know. If I could do that nifty trick the Barista can do with portals, that’d be a real game changer. I’d already be riding your cock.”

A low moan tugged in my chest. Yesterday, we hadn’t gotten around to me fucking him. It didn’t matter at the time, of course. I’d lost count of how many times I came. But I really needed him on top of me right now.

Oli’s voice was my lighthouse breaking through a storm, guiding me through the intense waves crashing into me as I touched myself.

“Turning down my driveway,” he said.

I blinked, realizing that I’d been in a trance. I lifted my head as I heard the tires on the gravel.

“Stay in bed,” he said. “I’ll put the groceries away and come to you.”

“Hurry,” I rasped.

Our call ended. I listened to his footsteps, the front door opening and closing, the shuffling in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure anyone had ever put groceries away as quickly as Oli did.

He thundered down the hall and he appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. I breathed in deep as his scent hit me, a growl rumbling in my chest.

Oliver tore off his clothes. The bed rocked as he climbed onto the mattress, straddling my abdomen. I arched up, catching his mouth against mine. I loved the way his lips parted for me, the taste of him a soothing balm.