Fated

Chapter 16

(Thomas)

She was killing him here, every pinch, every rub, every sound she made had him hotter than it had ever done before. He watched as she touched herself while sucking him, he watched as she closed her eyes at the feel of having both ends filled with something. He watched as she swallowed his seed, he couldn’t hold it any longer. She moaned but kept licking him, keeping the pleasure rolling in waves.

“Molly, please. Please stop, I can’t-“ His sentence cut off as one of her elongated teeth gently scraped against his burning flesh, making him cum once again.

“Fuck, Molly. As an order from an Alpha, stop.” His voice wasn’t at all powerful, and he hated to the pull the Alpha card but he would co insane if he hadn’t. she stopped sucking him and looked up, her eyes burning a bright amber.

“Are you forgetting, that I am Luna.  Sam rank, same position. You can’t order me to do jack diddly squat.” She said and cupped his balls rubbing them while staring him down.

“Are you forgetting, that I am also your mate. So, one again, your dominance, to me, means jack diddly squat.” She said and licked his head once more.

“But, since you asked so nicely, and you’ve filled me up, I guess I have no choice but to stop.” She said huskily as she kissed the very tip of his head, where his slit was, her tongue licking at the slit. She crawled up his body, the sheets leaving a tickling whisper. She kissed his lips quickly before shutting off the TV, leaving them in a darkened room. She flopped down on her side, facing the window that was opposite of them, and sighed.

“Goodnight Tommy, thanks for the pizza.”

(Molly)

She wasn’t particularly mad… eh, who the hell was she kidding. She was fucking livid. How dare he use the Alpha tone on her? Especially in the bedroom. If anything, all that shit was left at the doorway to be picked up when you left the room on the morning. She fell asleep, if you could even call closing your eyes and evening out your breath a sleep, though her body still craved Thomas. She didn’t, not anymore. She was pissed at him, and she wanted to make sure he knew it. She woke up before he did, like she always did, and went back to the guest room. She looked through all her clothing, old and new, until she found a cotton light pink maternity shirt and some maternity jeans. Of course that didn’t mean she hadn’t looked around, though. She looked at her old clothing and sighed. She longed for the day she would be able to wear her black and white striped crop top and skinny jeans again. Skinny jeans are for the skinny, her wolf sulked to her silently, not for the pregnant people. Apparently her wolf hated the fact they were fat as all hell too.

 Taking a light hearted sniffle she trudged to the bathroom. She didn’t feel like looking at her body, that was until she saw the coloring. The blue and gold beckoned for her attention, attention that she would give. The twisting and turning of the tribal tattoo had her mind go a little dizzy, but it all stopped when it hit the wolf. The silver wolf howling at the golden moon had her mesmerized. That’s me, if I could come out. Her wolf sulked silently and they both shared a sigh before Molly jumped in the shower. Her body still ached from being pregnant, and from being in heat. But she would not touch herself. If she didn’t have her shape, or her emotions, then she damn sure would keep her pride. After nearly rubbing the energy from her body, Molly slumped against the bathroom door naked and wet. She took a deep breath and grabbed her towel. She dried her hair quickly, and dried her body as painless she could make it. She pulled on her maternity panties and her bra, we look like a bloated whale, ignoring her wolfs’ comment she pulled on her pants and her shirt. She walked out of the misty bathroom and into the guest bedroom, only to find Thomas sitting on the bed with his head down.