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~Sienna

Everything around me disappears.

There is only Onyx.

The press of his lips ignites my skin, my heart...everything. Years of wanting, wondering and never daring collapse over me, burning me like fire.

One hand sinks into my hair, cradling the back of my head while the other glides around my waist, tugging me against him. He immediately envelops me in every possible way, letting me feel the raw, aching power of his kiss.

For a brief, terrifying moment I think he's going to pull away.

Instead, his mouth starts moving against mine, and I practically melt. Thankfully his arms keep me standing, as the softness of his kiss plunges me into oblivion.

My hands disobey any rational order as I grip his soaking wet shirt, feeling the hardened muscle of his chest beneath. I hold on, refusing to let this end.

His tongue sweeps into my mouth fervently, right as he starts moving us backward.

My back bumps against the barn wall, shadows draping over us.

I don't care. I just want him.

His hands shift to hold either side of my face as his kiss increases in heat, in passion.

I can feel years worth of desperation pass between us. His body presses hard against mine, trapping me in against the wall. I can't get enough of him.

He groans like he's in pain, like he's holding himself back. His fingertips dig into my skin, threatening to leave marks. I hope they do.

"You taste as good as I imagined," he murmurs against my lips, breaking the kiss for only a second.

I dig my hands into his hair, gripping the wet strands as my breath is stolen from me with every agonising minute that passes. It only hurts because I want more of him. I want him everywhere, all over me.

Distantly, a warning echoes in my mind.

He's your best friend.

Instead of feeling scared or guilty, I feel liberated. I don't feel our friendship slipping away, I feel something new overcoming it. Something I want desperately.

Onyx pulls his mouth from mine, only to leave heated kisses in his wake as he travels from the corner of my mouth, down my jaw and to my neck.

I arch my body against him, his hands sweeping around my back.

My rapid breaths fog the air around me, but I don't care. I hardly even notice the cold spots of rain that fall against my skin as his teeth graze against my neck, right below my ear.

"This is so bad," I hear myself whisper breathlessly into the air. My damn conscious is trying to reign me back in.

Good luck. I'm long gone.

Onyx's mouth drifts away from my neck as he leans over me. I'm suddenly all too aware of how his large frame practically swallows me, how he towers over me magnificently.

He grabs my jaw with one hand, which almost covers my whole face, forcing me to look at him.

"If we don't stop now, I'm going to have a hard time not taking this further," he grits out.

He almost looks unrecognisable. His black eyes are fogged over by a lustful haze, promising endless pleasure if I urge him on.

Water drips from the tips of his hair and onto my face, cooling my flushed skin, reminding me this is real, that I'm pressed against the wall by my best friend and Alpha.

And I don't want him to stop.

I lurch forward, kissing him again. Heat pools in my stomach at the masculine sound of approval he growls against my lips.

With my blatant acceptance, his hands shift down my body. They press against my waist, my hips before they delve under my shirt. I can't help the breathy moan at the feeling of his bare skin on mine, touching where I only dreamed of.

His mouth never stops claiming me, as his lifts my shirt slightly, reaching his hand up enough to brush against the curve of my breast. I can't help the breathy gasp at the sensation, especially as his thumb grazes over my nipple.

I nearly whimper as he hands travel downward, but all protests cease as his fingers brush against the waistband of my pants.

"I'd like nothing more than to you strip naked and look at what's mine," he breathes against my lips, pressing his hips against me so I can feel the extent of his arousal. "But I don't need anyone but me seeing you like this."

My lips curve upwards as I push my hips into his hands, encouraging him. It's for the best my clothes remain securely in my body. I don't doubt that if anyone saw us right now, they would be dead.

Onyx adeptly flicks the stays from my buttons, loosening my pants enough to pull them off my hips and past my backside. He pulls away from our kiss, resting his forehead against mine, looking me in the eyes.

Our breaths intermingle as his fingers pause, right at the edge of my panties.

"I've spent countless nights wondering what it would feel like to touch you," he admits. "I'm going to need you to tell me you want it too."

I almost cry out with desperation. Wetness pools at the apex of my thighs, my entire body begging for the touch he so casually keeps from me.

"I need this," I grit out, trying to push my hips up again, but he only shakes his head, pressing me hard against the wall by my hip with his free hand.

"Not need, Sienna." Desire roughens the edge of his voice. "What do you want?"

I'm far too gone to be embarrassed.

"I want you to touch me," I beg earnestly. "I want it to be you, Onyx."

A devilish smile touches his lips, slow and steady. I nearly cry out in desperation before he finally obliges me.

His fingers slip underneath my panties, finding my clit immediately. I arch into his touch as he presses down firmly.

"Good girl," he breathes into my ear, his hair brushing the side of my face.

Slowly he starts to move his fingers in a tight, consistent circle that would have me bowing off the wall of the barn were he not pressed against me.

"That feels...that feels so good." The words tumble from my mouth without much reason as he increases the speed in which he touches me.

He kisses below my ear, then at my jaw. He drags his fingers down lower, right down the centre of me. My legs almost give out, my hands clinging to his shoulders desperately.

"You're soaked," he groans breathlessly in my ear. "I'm going ruin you."

I can hear myself panting pathetically as he slides a single finger inside me in one swift, graceful movement. His name cascades past my lips over and over again, pleasured moans following closely behind.

The heel of his palm rubs deliciously against me as he glides finger in and out, reaching places I don't think anyone has reached before.

"Please don't stop," I beg into his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck, needing him closer.

He adds another finger and an overwhelming ripple of pleasure shudders through me. He starts a knee buckling speed, thrusting his fingers in and out in time with my desperate moans.

"You're so fucking beautiful." I don't even realise he's leaned back enough to look at me.

The aching stare of a man I've crushed on for years, who I trust and desire more than anything is enough to send me over the edge of the pleasure that's been building. That and the way his fingers curl inside me.

He covers his mouth with mine, swallowing my euphoric moans, his fingers never ceasing their steady movements as I ride a high like I've never felt before.

"I need to know if you taste as good as you feel," he growls roughly.

Before my pleasure has even subsided, he's falling to his knees in front of me. Hooking the band of my panties around his fingers, he yanks them down, baring me to him.

A brief flutter of shyness has me almost crossing my legs. However, is melts away as he looks up at me with pure elation and desire in his eyes, like this is a sight he's only dreamt of seeing.

"Onyx..." I start, but am quickly cut off as he pulls one of my legs onto his shoulder so my foot hangs down his back. It gives him enough leverage to lean forward, practically devouring me with one lick up the middle of me.

I nearly topple over as pleasure erupts from within me. The only thing stopping me is his hand that delves under my shirt, palming my breast.

"I was right, you taste incredible," he says against me before his tongue focuses on my clit, making me practically sob with pleasure.

My fingers curl into his hair, pressing against the back of his head, keeping him right between my legs. He isn't going anywhere, however, as he devours me like a man starved.

The pleasure is almost too much as I try to suppress my moans. It's no use. I'm chanting his name like he's a god.

That's exactly what he is to me.

Just as his one hand tweaks my left nipple, his other has two fingers thrusting back inside me, setting a brutal pace immediately.

Another orgasm overpowers me immediately as he seats his fingers as deeply as possible, hitting a spot I didn't know was there. His tongue continues its glorious worship of my clit until I'm almost screaming for mercy.

He doesn't stop, doesn't falter, making it almost impossible to come down from my high.

My name, my identify, everything is lost. All I know is Onyx and the brutal pleasure he is inflicting on me, still not stopping as I claw at his hair.

"Give me one more," he orders firmly, the vibrations of his voice making me shudder.

The raw command of his voice is enough, coupled by the onslaught of euphoric sensations he gives me through his mouth and fingers.

I climax again, overwhelmed by the pleasure. My legs finally buckle, just as his fingers slide out of me. He pulls me close before I can hit the ground, lifting me back up.

Thankfully he keep his hands firmly on me, letting me lean against the wall so I don't collapse again.

My breathing is harsh as I try regain a handle on reality. Slowly, I feel the rain against my skin again, see him looking down at me with wonder and amazement.

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me you could do that?" I gasp out, my voice hoarse from the borderline screaming.

He tilts his head to the side, suddenly looking a lot like my best friend again, and not the sex god I just met.

"I was waiting to show you."

I laugh breathlessly. "That was intense."

"It's not all I have planned for you, Sienna." He kisses my forehead. "Just not tonight."

The implications of this tomorrow are going to hurt like fuck, but I don't care. Not right now.

"Let me sleep in your room." The longer we stay in this haze of lust and love, the better. And maybe I can convince him to recant his statement on making me wait for more.

He grabs the back of my thighs, hoisting me up so my legs wrap around his waist.

"You're not going anywhere tonight."

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