Fated: The Alpha's Unwanted Luna-Chapter 80: End of competition/ possessive Alpha_Part 2

He pulled the suit away from her chest after removing the sleeves, and when he tugged it free from her bleeding wound, she cried out hoarsely. Her barely conscious mouth brushed against his skin as he worked the cloth down, and the heat of her faint, uneven breath against his exposed nipple made his muscles coil like live wire.

It aroused him instinctively, a sharp, unexpected surge of heat, and he muttered a curse under his breath, trying to focus on the task, but with her mouth and warm breath against his skin, it was nearly impossible.

"You are torturing me, love. I know it hurts, but bear with it a little longer. Hey, don’t cry, shh," he whispered, kissing her earlobe when she began to sob, her body trembling against him. Sebastian wished there was another way to do this without causing her more pain, but this was the only way without an antidote.

He slowly moved back after pulling the suit down to her hips, leaving her torso bare except for her black bra, which was also ripped at the side, the claw marks cutting deep into her skin and leaving the wound raw and dangerously inflamed.

Though Sebastian wasn’t supposed to get distracted or let his gaze wander off, his eyes betrayed him, drinking in how she filled the black bra, the two mounds pressing perfectly against the fabric and swelling out around it.

A sharp, scorching heat pooled low in his trousers, sudden and impossible to ignore.

’She’s hot, but keep your perverted thoughts in check, man, and quickly take out the poison and heal her,’ Muffin warned as Sebastian found himself getting distracted.

Sebastian reached his hands behind her and unclasped her bra, because the wound reached the side of her left breast. He swiftly removed the piece of clothing, and his breath caught in his throat as she was now bare before him.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from that part of her body as he gently tabbed at the bleeding with her bra. Two perfect, full, pointed mounds, smeared with blood, tiny goosebumps scattered across her skin, and pink buds arched as if begging to be touched.

Involuntarily, his throat went dry, and a tight knot of desire clenched his stomach.

However, he couldn’t dare admire her perfection with her breathing growing faint and her awareness slipping. He dropped the bra and put his arm around her, then leaned down toward the wound, opening his mouth to lick and suck before spitting out the toxin to the side.

Viola, who was slipping toward unconsciousness and was barely aware of herself or what was happening, still knew the annoying Alpha she disliked was with her and was touching her.

She wanted to fight him, to stop him, but her body no longer had the strength. She was aware of him, aware that he was removing her clothes and that it was inappropriate of him to do, yet she couldn’t do anything to resist as her body grew increasingly paralyzed on the sofa.

From being completely numb because of the poison, she was suddenly slammed with sensation, not just any sensation, but the feeling of someone’s mouth sucking at her skin. She felt the warmth of his mouth, the faint graze of his teeth, then the swipe of his wet, warm tongue moving fluidly across her skin and around her... breast.

Viola forced her heavy lids open, and her eyes landed on his silver head bent over her, his mouth moving around her chest like a hungry animal savoring the last bite of a delicious meal. A consuming, embarrassing heat slammed into her, and she forced her hands to move to push him away, but she lacked the strength to push him away completely. His arms tightened around her, and his voice came muffled against her skin as he said,

"Let me finish. I am trying to suck out the poison and heal you with my saliva. Stop pushing at me, amor, unless you want me to let it kill you."

Viola stopped pushing immediately. She wasn’t ready to die without fulfilling her purpose, and for some reason, his shameless, embarrassing way of healing her was easing the unbearable, paralyzing pain in her left breast and chest. Her muscles loosened, only to tense again when she felt the heat of his mouth and tongue.

Heat rushed up her neck and cheeks, and she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe from what he was doing. Viola fought the urge to cover her exposed torso and half-nakedness, but even if she wanted to, her body was too weak to move.

The wound was just at the left side of her breast, but she felt his tongue stray from that direction to the tip of her nipple, which had hardened like stone. Against her will and against all reason, heat settled low in her belly, and she bit back a sudden moan that rose to her throat. It wasn’t a sound of pain, but of pleasure, which only deepened her embarrassment and awareness of him and what he was doing to her. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

What was he doing? she thought weakly, forcing her other hand up to cover her right breast. This was the first time any man had ever touched, or licked, her like this. She knew that mates could heal each other with saliva, that a male could lick and stroke away every pain and injury of his female, and she had seen it done many times before in Moonwillow, but always when both were in their wolf forms, never like this, in their human form.

It had never happened to her. Not even Evan had ever come close, not even once, to touching her so intimately or stroke her with his tongue for any reason at all.

Even though it was meant for healing, it felt too intimate and completely wrong, so wrong that she pressed her teeth into her bottom lip to suppress every treacherous sound threatening to escape.

The sensuous way his tongue moved across her skin felt forbidden, as if it shouldn’t be happening at all, yet each stroke sent waves of heat through her body. The unbearable pain she had felt just minutes ago was replaced with a sinful warmth and a dangerous urge to press her aching nipple back into his mouth. The thought alone struck her with both embarrassment and shame.

Was she really supposed to feel pleasure, and the urge to draw him closer, when she didn’t even like the man? And why, for the love of everything, was he helping her again? He was an expert at ignoring and rejecting his mates, so why was it that he kept helping her after he had heartlessly rejected her at her time of need?

What was wrong with this man?

The more he licked and sucked, the more the poison drained from her system, bringing back clarity and awareness. Her toes curled inside her shoes when she felt his arm tighten around her waist and heard the faint suckling sounds where his mouth met her skin.

A soft moan escaped her lips as his teeth grazed her skin again, and she instinctively drew back from his mouth.

It took everything Sebastian had not to groan in pleasure or rise up, undo his pants, and take what his body demanded. He hadn’t wanted any other woman since she walked into his life and disrupted his senses with her delicious, addictive daisy scent, leaving no one else appealing to him.

His cock was so hard it strained painfully against his trousers, and he knew he needed to stop licking her wounds before he lost control. The life threatening danger was gone, he had already drawn out the poison, and now he was only sucking for pleasure. Only that pleasure was not so pleasurable when he was only tormenting himself with what he couldn’t have. That realization snapped him back.

It took all his willpower to pull his head away. When he did, he was breathing hard, like a man who had run a race and lost, not victorious, but burning with unfulfilled hunger. And with the way she was looking at him now, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded and wary, Sebastian had to rein in every primal instinct screaming at him to claim his mate.