Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 358: Taking control_Part 1

Viola knew she was being petty. She knew she was trying to ward off an unwanted mate from his path in a way that was arguably a little immature, but she couldn’t help it.

The deep, irrational possessiveness rising in her chest at the thought of him sharing a bond with another she-wolf, one who could offer him more in terms of pack alliance and bloodline than she ever could, was not something she was willing to sit quietly with today.

So she turned, walked straight into his arms, pulled his head down, and kissed him before whispering against his mouth, "It’s no one of importance. I think I’m in heat. Put it out for me, Seb."

She slipped her hand into his trousers and wrapped her fingers around him, and he groaned at the unexpected contact and kissed her back with instant, hungry urgency.

"You’re playing unfair, wife." She stroked the head of his tip slowly and the sound he made deep in his throat sent heat flooding through her.

"Yes, I am." She said, kissing him again. "We haven’t done this in a while, you were too busy back in Silver and I missed you all night, honey." She said it in a deliberately soft, carrying voice, knowing that if Hailey was still behind the door, she would hear every word with her werewolf senses, and know exactly where she stood.

This man was hers. It had taken her a long time to truly believe she had every right to fight for him, but she believed it now. She loved this man until death and wouldn’t stop to think twice about seducing him into bed to ward off the pest outside. Though she didn’t even have to work hard at the seduction, for the man himself was already going through his own conflict and wanted a beautiful distraction. He welcomed her willingly without a second thought, losing himself in her and the moment just as she had hoped he would.

Viola kissed him harder, pouring every ounce of her possessiveness into the way her lips moved against his, her tongue slipping in to find his as her hand continued its slow strokes inside his trousers.

Sebastian groaned into her mouth, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her flush against him.

At that moment, Hailey couldn’t believe what she was hearing and brought her ear closer to the door to listen more carefully. What was going on in there? she wondered, then began to knock again, but her knocks fell on deaf ears, for the couple had become completely lost in their desire for each other.

"Sunshine..." he rasped, his voice already rough and unraveling. Whatever mind link he had been occupied with on the balcony and what he had been discussing with his twin had been momentarily forgotten the moment her fingers wrapped around him.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes dark with a want she knew he couldn’t pretend not to see.

"I want you." She whispered, loud enough that her voice would carry through the door if any werewolf was still listening on the other side.

Her hand tightened around his length, stroking him with more confidence as she felt him throb and harden further against her palm. This boldness was new territory for her, this deliberate, unashamed claiming, but the fire running through her veins made her feel completely fearless.

"Take me then, wife." He pecked her lips. "I’m all yours."

"I have a better idea," she whispered, smiling.

Before he could respond, Viola sank to her knees in front of him, her fingers working quickly to free him from his trousers.

His hard erection sprang free, and the sight of it sent heat pooling low and heavy in her belly. She had thought about this before, in the quiet of late nights when her mind wandered to all the ways she wanted to worship him the way he so often worshipped her. But she had never actually done it. Not once. And right now, with Hailey standing on the other side of that door, seemed like exactly the right moment.

"Can I put you in my mouth?" she asked, looking up at him and surprising him with the question.

"You don’t have to—" Sebastian started, his hand threading gently through her hair, but the words cut off completely when she leaned forward and pressed a soft, tentative kiss to the tip.

"This is what I want." She murmured, looking up at him through her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed, but she didn’t look away.

"I’ve always wanted to try this with you. I’ve never done this for you before." The admission made her voice tremble slightly with nerves and excitement both, but the way his eyes darkened with raw hunger and awe, steadied her completely.

"Fuck," Sebastian breathed, his fingers tightening in her hair as she parted her lips and took him into her mouth.

She started slowly, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the salt of him as she bobbed her head experimentally. It felt strange at first, her jaw stretching, the weight of him heavy and warm on her tongue, but the low, guttural groan that tore from Sebastian’s throat made every second of it worth it. He sounded completely wrecked, utterly undone by his wife on her knees for him.

"Gods, Viola..." he growled, his hips twitching as he fought the urge to thrust deeper.

"So good, my love. So fucking perfect." The praise sent a thrill rushing straight through her, and she took him deeper, relaxing her throat as best she could, her hands wrapping around the base of him where her mouth couldn’t reach.

She sucked gently at first, then harder, finding a rhythm that had his breathing ragged and his muscles tensing beneath her hands. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the effort, her jaw already beginning to ache, but she didn’t stop. This was for him. This was for them. And this was a message to anyone who might still be listening on the other side of that door.