Page 103 of Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

His second orgasm built slower, more gradually, but when it hit, his entire body arched off the chair with a ragged cry. He gave me less this time, only a few drops of salty sweetness that I swallowed greedily, but the intensity seemed to wreck him completely, his glasses slipping sideways.

I finally pulled off, pressing gentle kisses to his inner thighs as he came down from the high.

“I want to help you now,” Felix said, shyly.

I looked up at his flushed face, taking in the way his hair stuck to his forehead with perspiration, the way his glasses sat crooked on his nose. He looked absolutely boneless, like he might slide right off the chair if I let go of him.

“You want to touch me?” I asked, running my hands up his thighs.

Felix nodded, then hesitated, cheeks darkening further. “I mean—I don’t know if I’ll be good at it.”

“Hey.” I pressed a kiss to his hipbone. “You don’t need to do anything. Just let me look at you, yeah? Let me use your gorgeous body to get myself off.” The words came out rougher than I intended, my wolf bleeding through. “That’s all I need, sweetheart. You’ve already made me so desperate I could come just from looking at you.”

Felix’s breath hitched, and something shifted in his expression—uncertainty giving way to curious heat. “Really?”

“Really.” I stood slowly, helping him to his feet. His legs trembled, and I caught him around the waist, feeling the way his body melted against mine. “I have an idea. But only if you want to.”

“What kind of idea?” He said breathlessly.

I walked him backward towards his desk, my hands never leaving his waist. “I want to bend you over this desk.” I watched his pupils blow wider. “Want to slide my cock between these perfect thighs while you just lie there and let me worship every inch of you. Would you like that?”

Felix swallowed hard. “Yes.”

“You don’t have to do anything,” I murmured against his ear as we reached the desk. “Just stay right where I put you and look pretty. Think you can manage that?”

He nodded frantically, and I carefully moved his keyboard out of the way, knowing how meticulous Felix kept everything in here.

Then, with deliberate gentleness, I turned Felix around and pressed him forward until his chest met the cool surface. He went without resistance, letting me position him however I wanted—completely compliant, trusting.

His arms folded beneath his head, cushioning his cheek against the hard surface as I shrugged out of my jeans with fumbling hands. My cock sprang free, painfully hard and leaking, desperate for attention after watching Felix shatter twice.

“You look incredible like this,” I said, running my hands over the curve of his ass. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are? How many times I’ve imagined having you exactly like this?”

Felix made a small sound, half embarrassed, half pleased.

“I’m going to make you all messy,” I warned. “Going to mark your skin so you’ll feel me for days. Would you like that, sweetheart? Want me to claim every inch of this beautiful body?”

“Please,” Felix whispered.

Leaning down, I pressed my mouth to the ridge of his spine. He shuddered as I let saliva pool, then drip, watching it slide between his cheeks.

The sight nearly made me come on the spot—Felix in his glasses bent over his desk, my spit marking him as mine. Christ, he was gorgeous like this: all smooth skin and delicate bones, the elegant curve of his spine leading down to those perfect rounded cheeks that I still couldn’t believe I was allowed to touch. His hair spilled across the desk surface, and he was so trusting, so willing, letting me position him exactly how I wanted, that I had to grip the base of my cock hard to keep from losing control immediately.

My arm circled his waist, steadying him as I nestled between the sweet curves of his ass. Soft flesh pressed against my cock, warm and yielding under my touch. The head of my cock caught ever so slightly against his hole for one electric moment before sliding higher.

“Felix.” His name tore from my throat as I began moving. Slick heat. Soft flesh giving way. The obscene sounds of skin on skin. Everything narrowed to this—the wet slide, the way he pushed back tentatively, the fire climbing higher and higher inside me with each thrust.

“That’s it,” I gasped. “Just like that. You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking perfect.”

What I would give for this to last an eternity, but I was already doomed, my balls drawing up tight against my body, that familiar heat coiling low. My restraint stretched gossamer-thin all too soon.

“Can I come on you? Like this?”

He moved his head against the desk in what might have been a nod.

“Felix?” I needed to hear it. Needed him to say it.

“Yes!” he gasped, the word punched out of him. “Please, Kit.”