Page 90 of Knight’s Absolution

She nodded and slid closer to him. His arm was along the back of the couch and she curled in under it, wrapping her arm over his stomach and resting her head on his chest, then pressed play.

It was torture. Exquisite fucking torture. Gunner swiped the bowl of popcorn off the table and set it on his knee, offering her some.

She took a handful, and the sound of her eating made his muscles loosen and his heartbeat slow as the opening scene began.

Gunner only saw bits here and there after that. How could he focus on the movie with Luna pressed up against him? When he heard, shit felt, every gasp and giggle she made? He didn’t even try to fight his manic grin when she out-and-out laughed her ass off.

But he was doing okay, had his shit under control, until…the insane sex montage started. It had Gunner frozen and then laughing because it was hot but also funny as hell. It also had him fighting a serious hard-on because Luna made all these little gasping sounds while she squirmed against his side.

Then fuck him, he felt her nipples harden, grazing his ribs when she squirmed some more.

He tried to ignore it and had finally gotten his dick under control by the end of the film, when she turned to him and asked if he wanted to watch another one. What could he say?

“Yeah, love, pick whatever you want.”

He’d sit here all night with her if she wanted. His female happy, snuggled up with him like this, was heaven. Okay yeah, it was torture because he wanted her so bad—but it was also utter fucking bliss.

She picked some movie called Friends with Benefits, and everything was going okay until about the thirty-minute mark when the friends decided to enjoy some benefits. That’s when Luna squirmed again, and her hand that was on his thigh flexed in a way he assumed was involuntary.

He tried to ignore it, but it was getting harder by the minute. He was getting harder by the minute, especially when she bit her lip and her nipples…Jesus fucking Christ. Those tight little nipples pressed into his chest again.

She was on her side, her legs up on the couch, and he dropped his hand from along the back to the outside of her thigh, right as the muscle tightened. She was squeezing her legs together.

He dipped his head, lips going to the delicate shell of her ear. “You need something, Luna?”

Please, fucking ask me to get you off.

She licked her lips.

“’Cause you know if you need anything, anything at all, you just have to ask for it.” Was that his voice? Had it ever been so rough? No. No, it hadn’t.

“Um…no, I, uh…I…”

He squeezed her thigh stopping her mid-stutter. “You’re squirming.”

She tilted her head back so he could see her eyes. Her face was flushed, lips swollen and red from biting at them. “No, I was just…”

“We’re mates, Luna, or we soon will be, you can be honest with me. You can tell me anything, ask for anything.”

Her pink cheeks darkened more and she licked her lips again. “I’m just curious,” she whispered.

He cupped her cheek. “About what?”

She licked her lips again. “His head was under the covers, between her legs.” Her fingers flexed against his thigh again.

When he spoke, all the lust he was feeling was right there in his voice. “When he went down on her?”

“That’s what it’s called? I mean, I’ve seen demons do it before, of course, but…” She screwed up her face. “Everything they did creeped me the hell out.”

He dipped his chin, it was all he was capable of.

“She seemed to like it.”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah, she did.”

“Do you think…”

Say it. Please, fucking say it. “What, Luna?”