Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna-Chapter 174: Sensual night_Part 3

Viola let out a startled gasp as she was tugged down against him without warning, and before she could gather a single word of protest, Sebastian lifted his head from her chest and buried his face in the crook of her neck instead, drawing in her scent with deep, unhurried satisfaction.

"You smell so good I could eat you, baby." He whispered with a low groan against her skin that made Viola squirm at the sensation of his warm breath against her neck. Baby? This man and different types of endearment!

"S — stop that. I haven’t finished taking off your shirt..." She said, her voice coming out embarrassingly breathy as his hand around her waist moved in slow, absent circles, kneading and stroking as though he was massaging her without realizing he was doing it.

The feeling was making her shift restlessly on his lap, and the more she moved even slightly, the more acutely aware she became of something hard beneath her, something that was very distinctly pressing up against her.

What was that? She wondered, trying to shift her weight away from it, but the man beneath her suddenly groaned sharply and drew in a quick, taut breath against her neck, his voice strained as he murmured, "You are moving too much, love. It is not doing that part of me any favors right now."

Viola frowned, parting her lips to ask what he meant, and then her eyes slowly went wide as realization crept over her and she became very, very aware of exactly what was pressing against her. Her eyes lifted to his as he drew his face away from her neck, and she felt a sharp, electric jolt move through her at the look she found waiting there.

"Don’t look at me like that, it is completely normal that I am hard." He said with a low, rough chuckle. "It is a perfectly natural male reaction, especially when their mate is sitting directly on top of that part of them. You are turning me on, Viola." He whispered, trailing the back of his hand across her deeply flushed cheek with a gentleness that contradicted everything simmering behind his silver eyes. "In a way that is so difficult to control..." He trailed off, his jaw tightening as though the act of restraining himself was costing him something real.

And it was. It truly was. This was the longest he had ever gone without sex, and every day since meeting this woman had made it harder, because no other woman’s scent or body had so much as tempted him since the moment she had entered his life. She held him completely without even trying, as though she had quietly slipped a leash around him without ever needing to mark him to do it.

Everything inside him wanted only her. But he was forcing himself to go slowly, carefully, because she was not just anyone, and one wrong move, one moment of pressure she wasn’t ready for, could send her retreating behind that wall she had spent years building around herself.

Especially now, when her possessive behavior tonight was entirely a product of the temporary mark. Without it, she wouldn’t be sitting willingly on his lap removing his shirt, or allowing him to touch her the way she had been tonight.

The last thing Sebastian wanted was to unintentionally push her away by advancing toward sex before they had established and strengthened what was between them, but then again, how long was that realistically going to take with a woman like her...

Their gazes held in the charged silence. He forced himself to slowly loosen the arm around her waist, giving her the choice.

Half of him desperately wanted her to climb off him as quickly as possible before his control slipped any further, but the other half, the darker and more honest half, wanted her to keep moving against him, to keep creating that maddening, exquisite friction against his erection that was driving him out of his mind. Perhaps he might find release that way. He cursed himself inwardly for even allowing the thought.

He never thought a moment like this would ever come in his life, he, who had always had women at every corner of his existence.

Viola stared into his eyes. Half embarrassed and half curious. Neither of them moved. The electric charge in the air seemed to thicken with every passing second. The temperature of the room continued to rise.

Viola knew that without his mark, she might not have been this bold, might not have continued sitting on him after becoming fully aware of what was pressing against her underneath.

She could still feel the large, hot bulge nudging directly against her womanly core. Her pajama pants were made of soft, thin material and she had nothing on underneath, and the sensation of him pressing so insistently against that part of her was enough to make her face burn and set her entire body completely aflame.

She couldn’t believe how intensely her body was reacting in that moment, when normally, any flicker of arousal she dared to acknowledge sent pain shooting through her because of Evan’s mark. It felt startlingly new and almost unbelievable that she was experiencing these overwhelming sensations from nothing more than being pressed so intimately against his cock.

"I.... I should remove your shirt." She whispered, making no attempt whatsoever to get up from where she was. For some reason she couldn’t fully explain, she simply didn’t want to stand up yet. She liked and enjoyed that rock hard manhood exactly where it was.

"Go ahead and take it off then," he murmured, reluctantly drawing his hand away from her and leaning back, both hands planted against the mattress behind him. His silver eyes had darkened to a shade that looked like the sky when a storm was quietly building on the horizon, making Viola feel as though she were sitting before a wolf that was one wrong move away from devouring her whole.

Her heart skipped a beat, though she couldn’t tell whether it was out of fear or out of sheer wonderment.

She bit down on her bottom lip and shifted against him, pulling the shirt free from his arm, her fingers grazing his hot skin in the process. When she moved, the bulge beneath her grew even more insistent, and Viola glanced down subconsciously as she felt herself pulse against him, and a very strong, very dangerous urge welled up from somewhere deep inside her, compelling her to grind against that heat and chase more friction.

Sebastian let out a sharp curse and surged forward, seizing her arm. "Don’t do that again if you don’t want to take responsibility for whatever happens next." He warned in a dangerously low voice, his eyes burning with the flames of barely concealed lust. Was she trying to kill him when he was already holding back?

Viola heard the warning bells at the back of her head. But by the moon goddess, they were so faint, so distant and so weak, that they weren’t even enough to pull her back from the spell of curiosity she had already fallen headfirst into.

That sensation, the one that had felt like an electric current shooting through her when she pressed herself against his erection, had sparked something in her that desperately wanted more of it.

His mark was doing something dangerously powerful to her body tonight. Something had shifted inside her, something that was leaning hungrily into wanting that part of him, wanting to feel all of it, and refusing to be quiet about it. It was a deliciously addicting feeling.

She bit down even harder on her lip and then moved again, and this time the feeling that shot heat through every inch of her was so intense she nearly rolled her eyes back from it, her fingers gripping hard into his shoulders to anchor herself. Oh dear, was it supposed to feel this good?

Sebastian groaned low in his throat at her movement, and then something caught his attention. A tantalizing scent drifted into his nose, something so sweet and potent that even his wolf stirred restlessly inside him. He gripped her arm immediately and looked directly into her eyes as he demanded, "Did you take your suppressant this morning?"

Viola, whose mind was running as hot as everything else inside her, looked confused for a brief moment before the answer slowly surfaced and her eyes widened. "No... I didn’t. I was so caught up getting ready that I forgot."

It had become a strict and unbreakable habit for her to always take her pheromone suppressant without fail, to keep that wild, uncontrollable nature of hers in check. But this morning she had been pulled out of bed early and immediately swept up by the people sent to bathe and make her up for the ceremony, and in all of that rush and commotion, she simply hadn’t remembered to take it.

"You are approaching your heat. It comes right after menstruation and your pheromone is already rising along...with arousal." Sebastian said in a strained voice, the realization settling over him that along with his mark, the approaching heat cycle must be amplifying everything she was currently feeling, and on top of all of that, she hadn’t taken her suppressant.

"Get up, you need your suppressant right now." Sebastian said, beginning to lift her off him before her pheromone had the chance to spread through the building, but his wife shook her head and clung to his neck.

"No. I don’t want to get up." She liked where she was. His bulge was stroking against her core the way a finger strokes an itchy rash, she was aching down there and she liked the feeling of that hardness against her. Clinging to his neck, wanting and desperate to feel more, she moved her hips experimentally, biting back the moan that surged to her throat along with the heat curling tightly through her stomach.

Perhaps her heat was adding to everything alongside the mark, and together the two of them had erased every last trace of embarrassment, the way heat seasons were known to make she-wolves lose control of themselves entirely. But at this moment, Viola didn’t care about any of that. All that existed in her mind was him, and what was underneath her, and the fact that she wanted more of it, right now, right here!