Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Luna
Ijerk awake with a moan.
What the fuck?
I throw the covers back to reveal a grinning Prescott between my legs. “Good morning, Luna.”
“Good—” I break off as another moan leaves me as he sucks my clit between his lips. “Holy shit.”
I guess he decided to take my comment about waking me up with his tongue to heart last night before we fell asleep, and I am not complaining about it one bit.
His fingers slide into my slick pussy, fucking me on them as he hums and pleasure courses through me.
“I’m so close,” I whine, my hand twining into his hair as I grind against his face.
I’m so close, in fact, that he must’ve been at this for a hot minute before I woke up.
Reaching up, I tweak my nipple with my free hand and gasp. “So fucking good, Pres. So good.”
I move to my other nipple as my back arches off the bed and my orgasm hits. I scream his name as I convulse, losing control of my limbs before collapsing back on the pillows.
He presses a kiss to my sensitive clit before moving up my body to kiss me. When he attempts to pull away, I deepen the kiss and slip my hand down his body to squeeze him through his boxer briefs.
He breaks our kiss on a curse. “Damn, baby.”
“Off,” I demand, already tugging at the offending material.
“We don’t have to—”
“Get naked and fuck me. Now.”
He chuckles, but sits up so he can push them off his hips. I lick my lips as his cock bobs in the air. I want to wrap my lips around him and suck him, but I feel like I'm going to die if I don’t have his cock buried inside of me.
A little dramatic? Absolutely, but I blame the omega inside me. She’s a horny little bitch.
Once he’s naked, he lowers himself over me, our bodies pressed together as he kisses me. “Just so you know, this isn’t what I was after when I decided to wake you up with my tongue.”
“I don’t care what you were after. Fuck me, Pres, please.”
“You never have to beg me, Luna.” He guides his cock to my entrance, running along my slick-covered slit before sliding home in one stroke.
I cry out as he fills me. I’ve never considered myself a size queen, but there’s just something about a big, fat cock splitting me wide open.
Prescott might not have a knot, but he’s damn good at fucking me. Whether that’s because we’ve been sleeping together for so long or if he’s just that good, I don’t know.
Honestly, this is the first time we’ve slept together when I’m not being influenced by my heat.
My eyes meet his as he slides out and back into me, and I wrap my legs around his hips. His movements are slow and deep as he takes me, his eyes never leaving mine.
It’s intimate and a little overwhelming, but I can’t seem to make myself look away from him.
“You’re so beautiful, Luna,” he murmurs, leaning down to skim his lips against mine.
I whine, not liking the loss of his gaze, which surprises me. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
“Whatever you want.” That boyish grin is back as he lifts my hips slightly, changing the angle, and hitting something deep inside of me that has me crying out.
“Holy fuck. Again.”
Another chuckle as he thrusts in and out of me, hitting that spot each time. Pleasure builds slowly, but it’s not long before I’m moving with him—our hips slapping together as we pant together.
But his eyes never leave mine.
Then his fingers find my clit, and it sends me shooting into oblivion. I throw my head back as I come, his name on my lips. Not a moment later, he follows me over the edge.
A dirty moan falls from my lips as his cock twitches, his cum filling me as he continues slow, gentle rocks against me.
I lick my lips, catching my breath as I continue to keep my eyes locked on his until he rolls off me, pulling me to lie on his chest.
“That was a nice way to wake up,” I admit, and his chest shakes with his laughter.
“It’s definitely my favorite way to wake up.” He nuzzles the top of my head, and I wonder if this should feel awkward.
As I was falling asleep last night, I’d been sure there would be awkwardness this morning. Whether that was because this thing between us is new or because of everything I revealed last night.
Instead, I woke up to the best fucking of my life.
I curse when my alarm on my phone goes off, sadly rolling out of Prescott’s hold to shut it off.
“And the real world calls,” I say with a sigh, glancing at him over my shoulder. “I need to take a shower—especially after our morning fun. Do you want to join me?”
He wrinkles his nose in the adorable way he does. “As much as I want to say yes, I’d have to put my dirty clothes back on. Plus, I need to go home and get ready too.”
I don’t want him to leave. He belongs beside me—always.
What the hell?
Where did that come from?
I need to get my shit together.
As of yesterday afternoon, I just thought Prescott and I were friends who slept together from time to time. Now, my thoughts are thinking about forever.
Can we say getting ahead of ourselves?
But that doesn’t change my not wanting him to leave.
“I’m pretty sure I still have some of your clothes from my last heat. You can wear those, and we can go to your place after I get ready.” I hesitate, a thought hitting me. “Unless you want to go home to get ready. I’m not trying to be a needy omega, I swear.”
I squeal as his arm wraps around my waist, and he yanks me back against his chest. He presses a kiss against my neck and inhales my scent.
“I’d much rather shower here than alone at home.
” He kisses my neck again, sending a shiver down my spine.
“And feel free to be a needy omega. I enjoy knowing you want me around. I know we didn’t talk about it much last night, but I’ve been in love with you for years, Luna.
I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
In love with me?
I roll over to face him, eyes wide. “Love? Pres—”
He cuts me off with a kiss. “Don’t freak out. I’m not expecting you to tell me you love me. I just wanted to put it out there. I love you, Luna.”
Do I love Prescott?
I don’t know, and I won’t say the words if I don’t mean them.
“Thank you.”
He snickers. “Did you just thank me for telling you I love you?”
“Shut up.” I slap his chest with a scowl. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want you to shower with me.”
“Liar.” He kisses me again before rolling away and climbing out of bed. “Come on, slowpoke. We need to get clean so you can get ready. Then we still have to stop at my house so I can get ready. I can’t show up to work looking like a mess. My boss wouldn’t approve.”
That brings a smile to my face, and I take his hand so he can haul me out of bed.
We shower quickly, making sure not to touch one another because we really do have to get to work. I know it won’t be a busy day since I only have one appointment, but I want to do some research on what Fabian’s been up to for the last thirteen years before I call Knight and his alphas back in.
I know I need to take this case, but I’m not going into it blind.
Once we’re out of the shower, I rummage through my closet before pulling out a black sheath dress and the matching blazer. I prefer skirts and dresses to pants, which is abundantly clear by just glancing in my closet.
I’m doing my makeup when Prescott wanders back into the bedroom with two cups of coffee.
“Mmmm,” I murmur, setting down my mascara and reaching for the cup. “Another plus to you staying over—I don’t have to make my own coffee.”
He laughs with a shake of his head. “I see how it is. You’re just using me for my cock and coffee-making skills.”
I take a long sip of the vanilla latte before giggling. “Oops, you weren’t supposed to catch on to that.”
Prescott’s eyes are wide as he stares at me, and I glance in the mirror to see if I messed up my makeup. I didn’t. It’s on point as always.
“What?” I finally ask.
“Did you just giggle?”
Did I? I wrinkle my nose.
I did, didn’t I?
I can’t remember the last time I giggled.
No, that’s not true. I know exactly when I last giggled—when my parents and Christian were still alive.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Prescott sets his coffee down before taking mine from me and putting it beside his. “I didn’t mean to make you sad. I just… Look, I love how grumpy you are most of the time. My cock gets hard when you scowl at me and tell me how shit I am at my job.”
Now, it’s my turn to gawk at him. “I’m sorry, what?”
His eyes go wide, his cheeks turning red. “How about we pretend you didn’t hear that?”
“No, I don’t think we’re going to do that.” I bite my lip, running my eyes up and down his body. He’s in another T-shirt and sweats, but even in that he looks damn sexy. “Do you have a degradation kink, Pres?”
He shrugs, his eyes dropping. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
I hook a finger in his shirt, jerking him toward me. “That’s something I’m one hundred percent interested in exploring with you if you want.”
“I… Uh…” He swallows hard, blinking rapidly. “That was not my point, but I think I’ve now forgotten it.”
I pull him down until I can reach his lips, kissing him dirtily. “Well, you think about if that’s something you want to try out. In the meantime, you were talking about how hard I make you when I’m grumpy.”
Prescott sucks in a breath and takes a step back. “Damn, you’re dangerous, little omega.”
“Don’t I know it.” I blow him a kiss before turning back to the mirror to finish up my mascara.
“My point was that while I like you just the way you are, it’s kind of nice to see a more playful side—to see you letting loose even a little.”
I meet his eyes in the mirror, giving him a soft smile.
“I haven’t had a lot of things to be happy about lately, nor have I felt playful, but I get the feeling that’s about to change.
I’m almost done getting ready. How about I meet you downstairs in five minutes? Maybe ten. I need to finish my coffee.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” He sighs, moving forward to brush his lips across the top of my head before grabbing his coffee and heading for the door.
Done with my mascara, I take another long drink of my coffee before sitting on the edge of my bed so I can pull my shoes on.
After the day I had yesterday, this is certainly not how I saw today going.
I’m going to have to thank Lark for opening my eyes. She’s going to be so gleeful about being right.
I wonder what else I’ve missed while I’ve only been paying half attention to the world around me.
But today’s a new day, and I promise myself to make more of an effort to pay attention to the world around me.
Picking my cup back up, my thoughts find their way back to Christian as I sip my coffee.
I still love him so much. I’m pretty sure a part of me always will.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t move on with my life. I know that’s what my love would want for me.
I can still feel guilt gnawing at me, even knowing he wouldn’t want me to be alone for the rest of my life.
How can I move on from him when I’ve never really allowed myself to grieve him?
I shake my head to clear my thoughts as I realize my coffee is gone. A glance at my watch shows me we’re going to be late opening the office, which is fine since our first appointment isn’t until eleven.
I push to my feet and head for the stairs. There’s no reason to make us even later by losing myself in my thoughts.
Plus, I can’t help thinking about what Prescott said. He liked that I let loose, and you know what? So did I.
Maybe I don’t have to be the ice queen I’ve spent the last ten-plus years being.