“Remember, I don’t have an alpha,” I whisper. “I’m unclaimed.”
“Is that so?” he says. “Can you say that when my scent is all over you?”
His rough tongue drags across my clavicle, dipping into its fossa. He’s fully naked from the shift, and my dress is riding higher and higher up my legs.Fuck, I can already feel his knot swelling where it rests on my thigh, his cock an agonizing few inches from my pussy. My walls clench in anticipation of what’s coming, my thighs falling farther open to remove that last bit of flimsy fabric between us.
“Fuck, Charlotte… your slick,” Elijah mutters, rolling his hips against me. It’s drenching his swollen knot, my thighs sticky with it. “You scared me.”
“Can we not talk about this now?” I say. “I’ll beg if you want me to.”
“You ran away,” he mutters. His hand lands on my thigh, squeezing hard, his claws biting into me. He’s showing me I’m his, even if he hasn’t marked me.
It makes me want him so much more.
The moon peeks out from behind a cloud, bathing us both in silver light. Elijah snickers against my neck, his hot breath scorching my flesh. In one swift movement, he pulls my dress down at the neck, tearing it down the middle to reveal my breasts. He sinks his head down to nip at the peaks, his teeth sharp, alwaysteasing.
The moon above reminds me how empty I am. How I need to be filled.
“Please,” I breathe. “I need you insidenow.”
“Oh no, little omega,” he says. “You played games with me… now it’s my turn to play.”
He rises to kneel between my legs, craning his neck up toward the moon until the light pours over him. He’s so beautiful like this, like he was cast in pure silver, every shining angle of himgorgeous. I look up at him with hooded eyes, propping myself on my elbows.
I don’t know how he’s able to resist his rut.
He has more willpower than I do.
Elijah takes his girth in his hand and pumps himself up and down, from knot to tip. His cock already wet with my slick, he groans as he coats himself with it. If we’d fully mated—if we’d exchanged bites—I could feelexactlywhat he feels right now, and I’m jealous with the need to claim him, and for him to claim me.
“You’re going to make it up to me,” he says.
I know exactly what he wants.
“Suck, Charlotte.”
My jaw goes slack as I sit up and crawl to my hands and knees. The dress rides up over my ass, and Elijah lets out a harsh breath as he looks at it in the moonlight. He doesn’t move—just leans toward me, his huge cock dripping with a bead of pre-cum at the tip, its tip scarlet in an all-silver world.
I don’t have the will to resist him. I have to taste him.
I take Elijah fully into my mouth, sliding my head forward until he hits the back of my throat. I keep my eyes on him and bring my hand up to squeeze his knot. He answers me with a rumbling growl, primal and proprietary.
My pussy clenches painfully, slick sliding my thighs together as Elijah’s hand rests on the crown of my head.
“I’m gonna knot you all night, little omega,” he growls. “Keep you locked on my cock until you’re satisfied. You can’t fucking wait for it, can you?”
I can’t respond; my tongue is sliding desperately over him, to apologize for running away, even when I know helovedit. I’ll play this game with him, and I’m going to play it again. Next full moon.
Because he’s not the only creature of wind and moonlight.
Lycan blood pumps through my veins as well.
I massage his knot and take him past my lips, into my throat, out again. Elijah falls into the rhythm of it, his narrow hips moving rhythmically into my mouth. I look at him to find his eyes locked on my ass, flashing with monstrous intent. He’s going to lose his composure soon, and then he’s going to rut me on the prairie.
Knot me until I’m sore.
Lock into me, claim me…
Then he loses it—right down my throat.