His Fateful Choice

One night

I watched as his eyes darkened. He must have smelled my arousal. I was ashamed and tried to quickly get up and out of his lap, but he woulnd't let me. Instead he snaked his hand around my waist, successfully imprisoning me.

At this point I just stared at him, not sure of what will happen or rather what I wish to happen. I noticed his once emerald green eyes were now charcoal black, his cheeks slightly flushed. He was looking intently into my eyes as if desperately searching for something. Whatever it was, he didn’t find it, because his face fell and his grip on me loosened.

But it was too late. Not for him,  for me. I was already lost in those once familiar eyes and I wouldn’t let go without a fight. I was on a mission. Just as he was about to gently push me from his lap, I moved like a cobra attacking its prey. Within a second, I took his face in my hands and pressed my lips tenderly to his. He obviously didn’t see it coming, because for a couple of seconds he remained completely still, as if he was frozen from the shock.

I was about to pull back, feeling a little pang in my heart because of his rejection, when his arms came back around my waist and I was heatedly pulled against a hard chest. His soft velvety lips immediately moved against mine, sending another electric shock through my body, but somehow concentrating in my abdomen and leaving me aroused more than before. His hand came to my nape and pulled me even closer. This made me deepen the kiss, allowing our tongues to meet. A satisfied growl left his mouth.

While most of my attention was on our lips sharing a passionate kiss, I didn’t fail to notice, that in the meantime his other hand went on an exploratory expedition to the south. It was caressing my knee, his touch gentle and light as a feather. Then it began to slowly move up my thigh, sending shivers to my spine and leaving me almost breathless. When he touched my inner thigh, I couldn’t help it anymore and I moaned loudly. He probably took it as an encouragement because in the next moment I felt his hand shyly touching my p***y through my drenched panties as if waiting for me to pull away. But that was something I just couldn’t do. I needed it. I needed him. So instead of pulling away, I pressed myself onto his hand so that the only thing standing between his fingers and my opening was the sheer lace of my black panties. His loud moan was swallowed by my kiss. He then pulled from me and looked at me with his hooded eyes. 

“So beautiful. Absolutely stunning. And, oh, so wet.” he whispered and pushed his fingers deeper into my panties. His words made me realize, that it was the first time since I entered his study that heard him speak and the content of his words made me almost come right then and there on his hand.

I decided I had enough of teasing. I wanted to see, whether I had the same effect on him as he had on me. 

I took his hand and pushed it away from my panties.  This made him raise an eyebrow in a silent question. To answer it I then pulled myself closer to him so that my soaking panties were just lightly touching his prominent bulge. 

Just then I looked deeply into his eyes and sat down. He growled and gripped my waist almost painfully, pushing me even deeper. While still looking at him I started grinding myself slowly. I watched him close his eyes as if fighting with himself, but obviously loosing the battle. 

When he opened his eyes, I saw something change in them. In the next second, I was lifted off the chair and with my legs still around his waist carried somewhere. It was dark but even if it wasn’t I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. The only important thing were his eyes boring into mine.

After a minute or so I heard him open and close some door. Then I was laid on something cold and soft. Was it a bed? He didn’t give me much time to ponder before he was hovering over me and attacking my lips once again. 

It was as if some dominating beast within him awoke. And I for once was more than ready for submission. He pressed his pelvis onto mine, creating much needed friction. The silent room was filled only with my quiet moans and the sounds our lips were making. His hand was travelling around my body, learning every curve of it. He then sat up and in one swift move removed my panties, all while looking into my eyes. 

The intensity of his eye contact and our intimate position made me whimper, wanting more of this, more of him. As if hearing my thoughts, he grabbed my legs and spread them apart. He kneeled between them and slowly lowered his head to my exposed slit. With his face just an inch away and without touching me, he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. I couldn’t wait any longer. “Please, touch me.  Please, I need you.” I begged him. 

He didn’t need more. In the next moment I saw a flash of light and my eyes rolled back when his tongue touched my slit. His hand grabbed my thighs and pulled me closer. His head was buried in my p***y, his tongue working its magic on my c**t. 

I was moaning loudly, not really caring, if anyone heard me. I grabbed his hair, entangling it with my fingers, and pulled his head into me. This made his chest rumble. He looked at me and all I could see was a passionate hunger. Suddenly I felt a finger enter me teasingly. “Yes! Please, I need more!” I scream whispered. My wish was granted when I felt second finger entering me. I felt my walls clenching around them as I was reaching my peak...

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We both laid on the wide bed, breathing heavily. His touch had strange calming effect on me. Being in his arms I felt like I could immediately fall asleep. But something even stranger and definitely more dangerous was happening in my mind. It made some of the feelings I had for him, which I thought were long lost or buried deep down, come to life again. 

It made me remember all that time we used to spend together, holding hands and dreaming about future. It made me remember the fact, that once upon a time we used to have each other, we used to care deeply for each other. 

Suddenly I came to my senses. Oh god, what have I done? I hooked up with a man I am forced to see every day! I wasn’t really sure what to do. Awkwardly, without saying a word I looked around and started gathering my clothes, scattered all over the room, aware of the intense stare following my every move. After I got dressed, I set out for the door. “Where are you going?” his surprisingly calm voice boomed in the now uncomfortably silent room. “Um, to my room?” I answered. “Why?” he sounded like he really doesn’t understand. “Well I’m tired and need to sleep and I feel like I would get in the way here.” I said honestly. 

There was a pregnant pause and when I looked at him, it was clear he was thinking intensely about something. As if he was deciding something very important. I don't now why, but I held my breath. 

When he looked at me, his face was calm and without any emotion. "Okay, good night then." he said and turned away from me. And that was it.

The next morning I woke up in my bed and alone. With a sigh, I got up and started dressing myself. As soon as the memories of last night and its events, well, the event, crossed my mind, I realized one thing. If I wanted to protect my heart, I should forget it as soon as possible. And also forget about him, while I was at that. 

He abandoned me long time ago because I was different and until yesterday, he hadn’t made any effort to get closer to me. I still am different, nothing has changed. Last night must have been just a one of many one-night stands and I wasn’t anything more than a number. From what I"ve heard, probably a high number.  

So since that day I have done everything in my power to avoid even a single thought about him. It wasn't easy at first, but over time I came to terms with the fact that he would never be mine. Largely thanks to him because tthe day after our steamy session on his desk AND his bed, he left for two months travelling. It was rumoured he was searching for his mate. There seems to have been something about those rumours, because in two months, Josh returned with Gemma. She is the second daughter of the Emerald Pack’s Beta, so she is considered a good match and, probably unlike me, worth the position of ou new Luna.