Page 91 of Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

The need overwhelmed everything, building with each guided rock of my body. Sounds spilled from my throat—whimpers I couldn’t hold back no matter how hard I tried. I pressed my face into his shoulder, tasting salt and skin, but it didn’t muffle them. Didn’t stop the desperate noises escaping.

“I want to hear you,” Kit said, his voice low and commanding. “Don’t hold back.”

Permission granted.

The sounds poured out unchecked—breathless gasps and soft moans and Kit’s name breaking apart on my tongue. His grip on my hip tightened in response, guiding me faster and faster against his thigh. His breathing hitched. A low groan rumbled through his chest, vibrating against mine.

The heat coiled tighter and tighter, a fist clenching. The drag of denim. The solid pressure of Kit’s thigh. The rhythm his hands set on my hips. Nothing else existed—just the friction and the building need and how close I was, how desperately I was shaking with it.

This is actually happening, some distant part of my brain managed. Kit Thorne is—

The thought dissolved into static.

“Kit—” His name broke apart in my throat. “I’m—fuck, I’m—”

“I’ve got you.” His thigh pressed up harder, a hand flying to my hair, tightening just enough to make my scalp tingle, to send sparks racing down my spine. “Let go, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

The word hit somewhere behind my ribs, made my heart clench and squeeze. My orgasm hit like a system crash—sudden and total and overwhelming. My whole body locked up, every muscle going rigid as pleasure whited out my vision, blanked every thought. I came with a strangled cry that I barely managed to muffle against Kit’s neck, my hips jerking in sharp, uncontrolled movements as I spilled into my jeans. The release tore through me, stolen breath and racing heartbeat and Kit’s scent filling my lungs.

It was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

The pleasure kept rolling through me in waves, each one stealing my breath. My fingers dug into Kit’s shoulders hard enough to bruise, probably, but I couldn’t make myself let go. Couldn’t do anything but shake and gasp and ride it out while Kit held me through it, his hands steady and sure and grounding.

When I finally went boneless against him, aftershocks still sparking through my nerves, I felt wrung out. Empty. The best kind of exhausted.

It took a fair while until reality crept back in.

“Do you need to go meet Seb?” I eventually managed.

“Seb can wait. He’s got an eternal lifespan.”

Kit’s hands never stopped moving—one stroking up and down my back in long, grounding sweeps, the other still working through my hair in those gentle patterns that made me want to melt into him completely. Made me want to purr like a contented cat. God, I loved it so much. The gentle repetition of it, the way his fingers worked through the strands like he couldn’t get enough of touching me. I could happily lay there, on him, all night.

But it was Kit’s turn now, surely.

So very slowly, I peeled myself off of him, immediately missing the warmth of his body beneath mine. My jeans felt uncomfortably damp and sticky, cooling now in a way that made me grimace.

Heart thumping dizzyingly fast, I moved my hand very shyly towards the massive bulge straining against his jeans. You can do this. You want to do this. You—

Kit caught my wrist before I could touch him, bringing my hand to his lips to press a soft kiss to my palm.

“Don’t you worry about that,” he said. His gaze dropped to the wet patch on my own jeans, and he made a noise that could only be described as a satisfied growl.

“But—”

Kit pressed a finger to my lips. “I’m going to go now.”

“Okay,” I said automatically, even though I really didn’t want him to leave. “That’s okay.”

“And you’re going to take a long, hot shower.”

I blinked at him, still feeling floaty and disconnected from my own body. “Okay?”

Kit flashed me a toothy smile, his voice dropping to that low register that made my pulse skip. “And in that shower, you’re going to close your eyes and think of me. Think about all the things you want me to do to you. And then you’re going to write me a very detailed list.”

“A… what?”