My Current Obsession

He Said just aBite

"You are mine. My omega."

Eliot's tongue brushed the faint trace of blood at the corner of Luna's skin. He straightened slowly and, without breaking eye contact, began removing his clothes.

Luna's breath hitched.

It wasn't his time of the month, yet heat coursed through him in restless, unrelenting waves. It gathered low in his body, spreading slowly, insistently, until his thoughts began to blur at the edges. Every breath felt warmer than the last, every touch against his skin too loud, too noticeable, too alive.

His calming drugs were nowhere near him.

Usually, they kept this part of him quiet, manageable, something he could predict and control. But now there was no barrier, no restraint, no shield between his instincts and the storm rising inside him. He felt raw—stripped down to nothing but nerve endings and pulse.

Exposed.

Vulnerable to the air, to the scent around him, to the presence looming too close.

He panted, watching the muscling freak escape his suit.

Couldn't look away.

The sight of him—broad, defined, overwhelming—made his throat go dry. Before he could gather himself, Eliot leaned in and captured his lips in a kiss that was both firm and unexpectedly gentle.

"El… iot," Luna moaned, catching his breath.

Those fingers were faster than he expected. He almost tore Luna's singlet.

In a swift motion, Eliot lifted him and set him down where he wanted him. His hands moved with impatient familiarity, sliding over Luna's sides, gripping his waist as though testing how well he fit there.

The kiss broke when Luna's soft *ss bounced on his thighs. His grip tightened on his waist, and he circled his tiny waist, and his ass arched.

Luna's fingers curled into Eliot's shoulders. His mind felt hazy, overwhelmed by the heat, the closeness, the intense scent surrounding him.

"Iot…" he gasped softly, losing control.

Eliot's touch traveled, exploring, claiming. Each place he touched seemed to awaken another spark under Luna's skin. His body responded before his mind could catch up, arching, yielding without permission.

A low hoarse escaped Eliot's throat.

"Good."

Luna trembled. His lips felt swollen and sore, but his desire was at its peak, his breathing uneven. The room felt smaller, warmer, filled only with the sound of their breaths and the quiet rustle of fabric being pushed aside without care.

Eliot's hands explored his body; his grip was drawn as the *ss was too soft.

"Huun." Luna curled, wanting more.

Eliot had torn his trousers; the fabric was original and expensive, but his hands were made of steel.

"Why are you this awake…?" Luna whispered, dazed. "Am I your first?"

The intensity of his attention made Luna shiver.

Eliot didn't answer. His focus was elsewhere — on Luna, entirely; his zip slid open, and he was released.

"Ahhh … Iot." Luna turns slightly to see what's poking his *ss.

He bit his lip as his gaze fell on something *huge.

Without permission, he tore his underwear, exposing these pink *ole. He intruded; it was smooth, but he needed to be fully in.

"Iot… ahhh…" His palm pressed Eliot's broad chest.

Luna felt devoured as Eliot jigged him up and down until he felt like he was about to explode.

"Iot… Iot… ahhhh," Luna moaned, biting Eliot's shoulder. He felt pain mixed with pleasure.

"Iot…" Luna yearned for more. Eliot captured his lip, silencing him with another kiss, deeper this time, swallowing every sound Luna made as though they belonged to him.

Their lip parted.

Luna's head fell back as Eliot guided him, steady and controlled, moving him in a rhythm that made his breath break into soft, helpless sounds. His fingers dug into Eliot's shoulders as pleasure and pain tangled into something he could no longer separate.