She’d fisted the bedding, just needing something to cling to since she couldn’t reach him. Her knees didn’t touch the floor. Her pants were torn open down the center back seam, allowing him access to her pu**y, but they were still on. She lifted her feet, hooking them over his calves. She’d wished she were totally naked.

He’d torn open her shirt but the remnants of it twisted on her arms where the material had slipped. It didn’t matter as her cl**ax had built, on the verge of coming so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if she saw stars.

The sounds Obsidian made had turned her on more. He’d growled and snarled, his hands nearly bruising on her h*ps when he’d gripped her to keep her in place. Her eyes had widened when his c**k suddenly felt bigger, stretching her more, and then he’d slowed his h*ps in sharp, jerky thrusts as she felt him coming.

Bursts of hot se**n had flooded deep inside her as he’d slowed to a stop. His considerable weight settled over her, his chest against her back, his heavy breathing tickling her ear.

She wanted to scream in disappointment, so close to her own finish line, but now it was over. Long seconds passed while he shivered on top of her, softly groaned her name and nuzzled the side of her head with his jaw.

He’d lifted and she could breathe easier, but at the same time she missed the way he’d been so close to her. She’d turned her head turned to see his face, at least wanting the satisfaction of watching one of them get off.

His dark-brown eyes had appeared black, his eyelids half closed, while he watched her. He panted, features flushed from passion, and his fangs were showing. Something instantly changed though. His mouth had pressed closed in a firm line of displeasure. She wondered why.

He had dragged her a few inches more over the edge of the bed, one hand slid in front of her, and his fingers stroked her clit.

She gasped then moaned at the instant sensation of how good it felt. Obsidian turned his hand just enough to use one finger and quickly rubbed the bundle of nerves with enough force to drive her wild.

She threw her face into the bedding, clawed at the bedspread, and knew it could only feel better if he were still f**king her. He was inside her though, bigger than life with their bodies joined so intimately, her weight completely resting against his h*ps and thighs.

“My Alli,” he rasped, lowering his head.

Louder moans filled the room when he lightly nipped her shoulder with his fangs, licked the spot and moved higher up her throat. Nibbles and hot breath teased the sensitive area while he continued to stroke her clit. She tensed, resisted the urge to beg him to not stop, she was so close, and then it happened. She threw her head back to hit his chest when she pushed hard against the bed with her hands as she sucked in air. The cry that came out of her was noisier than she intended but she didn’t give a damn while she cl**axed hard.

Hands shifted on her body while she was gripped in the moment. A big palm caressed her breast, squeezed, and Obsidian bit down on the top of her shoulder. It didn’t hurt but he had a good hold on her. She didn’t feel fear, too distracted by the sensations of her body winding down.

His other hand curved around her waist to anchor her in place as he sat on the floor until she was fully seated on his lap. His c**k seemed to have a heartbeat of its own. His teeth released their firm grip and he placed a gentle open-mouthed kiss on the spot.

“Alli?”

She forced her eyes open and turned her head just enough to see his face above hers. He was tall even with her on his lap.

“I see you.” He emphasized the words with emotion.

She knew what he meant. He’d mounted Allison Baker, a human whom he’d obviously stopped considering the enemy. She lifted her arm and curved a hand around the back of his neck, stroking him there. She rested her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes, just enjoying being in his arms.

“Thank you.”

She didn’t expand on why she felt that way, torn between the reasons for being grateful that he had made sure she’d enjoyed the sex too and that he’d wanted her to know she wasn’t a replacement for his deceased mate.

Their breathing regulated as they sat there. Obsidian remained hard but the swelling receded enough that she knew he could withdraw his c**k from her pu**y. He didn’t budge, just held her and she was good with that. She had no desire to move.

His hand still gripping her breast slid lower to her rib cage and he bent his head until it rested against hers. It was quiet in the house and a sense of peace hit Alli. She wished she could bottle and save the moment forever.

“Moon is outside waiting.” He was the first one to speak.

A hint of regret struck Alli as she nodded slightly to let him know she’d heard him. He’d have to return to Medical. Her hands lifted to grip his hand on her middle, and gave it a squeeze. She tried to muster the will to climb off his lap.

“I need to go out there.”

“I know.” She opened her eyes and stared at the rumpled bedspread in front of her where her body had been pinned. “I have things to do too.” Look for a job and finish packing the last of my stuff while I wait for someone to come tell me if I’m going to prison or just being booted from Homeland.

It was goodbye and she knew it. It hurt. Obsidian had become a huge part of her life for the months she’d worried about him and cared for him. It only made it worse that they’d had sex a few times. She had fallen in love with him despite it being stupid and flat-out wrong. He wasn’t in a good place in his life to start anything and she of all people knew that. Obsidian’s thighs tensed and he lifted up. She let him go, gripped the edge of the bed and slowly lifted up.