Page 123 of Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

“Kit, I—” The words shattered as another thrust demolished that sweet spot inside me.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Breathless, wrecked.

But language had abandoned me. Whatever was building alongside the pleasure had no name, no shape. Instead, I reached up to bury my fingers in Kit’s hair and surrendered to the beautiful drowning.

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Kit

Tears burned behind my eyes. Right here, buried to the hilt in the man I’d craved for two years, I was about to fall apart completely.

Felix wrapped around me like liquid fire, silk and velvet and perfect heat. But those broken sounds spilling from his lips, the way my name cracked on his tongue—that would destroy me.

Mine. The word pounded through my skull with every thrust, primal and consuming. It was unfathomable, but it was true. Felix beneath me, around me, finally fucking mine. Two years of watching from the shadows, aching for him, wanting what I couldn’t have, and now he was here, taking me like he was made for it.

I wanted to wreck him for hours. Catalogue every sound I could drag from his throat. But he felt too good, too tight and warm and willing, and I was already hanging by a thread.

Felix first. Always Felix first.

I worked him harder, thumb circling the head with each stroke. His fingers yanked at my hair, ripping a groan from my chest. The sharp bite of pleasure made me drive deeper, ecstasy ricocheting through my entire body.

“Kit, I— Oh— I can’t—”

His entire body seized, spine bowing as my name ripped from his throat again. The sound shattered me. I abandoned his cock to crush him against me, one arm banded across his chest, the other braced for leverage as I drove into him through the aftershocks, desperate to devour every soft and needy whimper.

Felix melted in my arms, utterly spent, and I was lost. The climax tore through me like wildfire—white-hot, all-consuming. My cock jerked and pulsed as I emptied myself inside him, filling him with everything I had. A feral sound clawed from my chest, my hips grinding helplessly as pleasure obliterated me. Another growl rumbled up, pure wolf—possessive, satisfied—and I quickly sank my teeth into my own tongue to stop them from claiming his throat.

“Fuck,” I gasped, holding him like he might float away if I let go. “Felix.”

Both of us slick with sweat and trembling, I withdrew as carefully as possible. Felix made this tiny sound of protest that carved straight through my ribs.

I chuckled against his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there. “I know, me too. But I need to clean you.”

I turned him carefully onto his back, and he gazed up at me through those dark lashes, pupils still blown wide.

Cum painted his stomach in streaks, and I bent to lap it up with my tongue, long, slow, deliberate drags that made him shiver beneath me. He tasted fucking incredible. Divine. Addictive. I was salivating by the time he was spotless.

Felix’s fingers found my hair, shy at first, then more certain as he tugged to guide me up his body. His touch steered my mouth to that spot above his collarbone—where I’d marked him weeks ago. The bruise had faded, but muscle memory guided me straight to the place.

My heart slammed against my ribcage as my wolf howled in triumph. He was offering himself. Asking to be claimed again.

I sealed my mouth over that tender spot, sucking hard while my hand captured his, fingers lacing tight. Felix’s breathing fractured, pulse rabbiting beneath my lips as I worked his throat. The rhythm consumed me—sucking, nipping, soothing with my tongue until he was soft and pliant beneath me.

Minutes passed before I was sated. When I finally pulled back, delight flooded me at the dark bruise blooming like a brand on his skin. I brushed my lips against his ear. “You like being marked, don’t you?”

His nod was desperate, fingers tugging at my hair.

“Even where people might see?”

He squirmed beneath me, and holy fuck, that did things to me, despite the fact I’d literally just come.

I dragged my tongue along his jaw just to make him laugh. The sound bubbled up, breathless and perfect, pulling a grin from me I couldn’t suppress.

“Alright, I think I’m clean now,” he said through giggles.

“Not even close.” I kissed his forehead and rolled out of bed. “Don’t move.”

I padded quickly to the bathroom to turn on the bath, yanking on the old-fashioned brass taps and grabbing those fancy bath bombs Rory left behind. Lavender and eucalyptus. Bubbles began forming immediately, white foam climbing the sides of the tub.