Jason's POV

　　I could feel Archer disappearing into the back of my head, retreating to his sanctuary like he had last night; I got it! He wanted to stay loyal to Abigail, but I was more rational than that!

　　My last images of her bore into my brain, making my temper flare just thinking about her leaning up to kiss Damien, his arms tightly wrapped around her in an embrace that told me everything I needed to know - he was telling the truth about them this morning.

　　They were intimate.

　　And if that was the case, I was doing nothing wrong with Kayala. We were both consenting adults; she knew the score, that I had hopefully found my mate! Kayla and I had always had fun together; she got me and my needs, and even how she accepted this unexpected turn told me she would have made a perfect Luna. 

　　The only issue for me was that she wasn't Abigail. So our plans have changed! With all that said and done, Kayla and I had been together for years; I couldn't just turn off my feelings for her! She knew me inside and out! Just as I couldn't hide the way my body reacted under her touch. 

　　Sucking in a breath, I turned in her strong arms, pulling her under the hot show spray, the sounds of her giggles filling the bathroom. Tracing my fingers up and down the lean muscles of her back, she really was a gorgeous woman. The shower spray made her dark hair curl around her face in tight ringlets, her supple skin as soft as silk, but her eyes were always my Achilles heel. 

　　"Don't forget her titties! We... You always liked those too!" Archer added, making me chuckle; he obviously wasn't as uninterested as he made out!

　　For such a small wolf-less female, her eyes held strength and resilience I had only ever seen once before - In my mother. They were endlessly deep and alluring! They stared up at me now with a wanton need I had not seen in her before. Curling my lip, my hands gripped her peachy ass roughly, like I knew she enjoyed it.

　　"Someone is a needy little slut", I groaned out at her, grinning at her mock innocence. 

　　"I am not little!" She protested, pulling from my arms, placing her hands on her slight hips. 

　　"No? Just a thirsty slut" I winked, ignoring Archer's grumbles in the back of my head, fuck him; I needed this! Right now, I needed Kayla, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, so did he! Gripping my cock, I stroked it shamelessly, my eyes never leaving hers.

　　"Yes, only for you." She purred sensually, licking her irresistible lips and watching me stroke myself sexily. My cock throbbed in my hand at the ravenous hunger in her eyes. She was taunting me, and I knew it. But tonight wasn't the night to provoke me, something she was about to learn! Snapping my free hand out, grasping a handful of her dark hair, pulling her up against me abruptly. Forcibly pulling her head back to meet my untamed stare. 

　　"Yes, what?" I grilled powerfully, giving her hair a sharp pull, my other hand striding up my hard-on, my thumb circling my tip, drawing out my creamy pre-cum.

　　"Yes, sir. Only for you." She repeated gloriously, she could be a brat all she liked, but she knew that wouldn't get her anywhere with me, not tonight! I wanted her complete surrender tonight if it was to be our last night together.

　　"Good girl." Rewarding her, I gave my cock a final tease before letting go, shielding my hand from the trickling water with my body; I lifted my digit to her lips and let her see my cum coated thumb. She knew what I wanted: and obeyed! Those juicy lips eagerly suckled my thumb clean. "If you're a good girl, I will let you have the rest later." I teased hotly.

　　Turning the shower off I lifted her to my hips, carrying her from the bathroom, water dripping from our bodies, hitting the floor like fresh rain. In a few quick strides, I was in my room, flinging her on the bed, her glorious body sprawled across my white sheets. I ran my fingers over her exposed nakedness, grinning seeing her muscles tense under my touch.

　　With my free hand, I grasped firmly around my thick steel, stroking up its length and pumping back down. My eyes trailed over Kayla's exquisite body and the goosebumps that followed each caress from my starved fingers. Her hands lowered over her body, heading towards her tight breasts. 

　　"Did I give you permission to touch yourself?" Grinning, I shook my head, slapping them away. 

　　"No, sir!" She whimpered, making me smile at her sincere need to please me, standing at the edge of the bed where her head lay, looking up at me, her dark eyes smokey and suggestive. Letting myself go, I leaned down and pulled her to the edge of the bed, letting her head hang over it slightly.

　　"Open our mouth," I demanded, my lips curled up, seeing her instantly obey and eagerly stick her needy tongue out. "Such a good slut for me, hmm." I groaned, nodding for her to take me in her mouth; her skilled hand guided me without hesitation into the confines of her hot welcoming mouth. 

　　"Fuck. Yes!" Rocking my hips, pushing myself passed her lush, full lips as she slid her head further off the bed. 

　　"That's it, love, relax for me." I groan, thrusting in and out of her scorching mouth. A primal moan escaped my lip as hers closed around my throbbing dick, arching her head, wanting to take me down her tiny throat. I smirked, stilling, hovering teasingly at the entrance to her ravenous mouth. 

　　"Please, sir... I need you!" She whimpered, making me smile; I could feel her licking and teasing at my tip. Leaning over her, ignoring her pleas, my hands pursued her naked body, twisting at her dark, tight nipples, rolling them between my fingers and yanking harshly, smirking at her silken moan of pleasure. Without warning, my hips thrust deep down her throat, possessing it with each frantic slam against her beautiful mouth.