Chapter 5 Morwyn
Morwyn
Fenris brought me to another devastating orgasm before he climbed up my body and settled his weight between my legs, grabbing one cheek with his giant palm so he held my face steady to his.
When he leaned down to kiss me, my world fell apart.
He was soft and tender and tasted like us.
My wolf howled with exhilaration, having finally found someone so well matched to what she liked.
Our tongues wrestled together, eagerly taking what the other so willingly gave.
When another bout of pheromones purged out of me, Fen repositioned himself at my core and surged inside again.
This time was slower than before. He stared into my eyes, cradling my head as he calmed the storm inside my body.
His heavy muscles flexed on top of me, and he whispered filthy things meant for only my ears.
“I want my cum dripping out of you for days,” he said. “I want you sore and tender and knowing it was me who did it to you.”
I never had a chance. I came apart easily under him, almost like he was made for me, almost like the fates had deemed it so. We climaxed together again, and in the lull afterward, he tucked me into his side and wrapped an arm over my waist.
“Get some sleep, little wolf,” he said. “You need rest.”
I closed my eyes, and for the first time in so very long, I dissolved into a deep slumber that wasn’t encumbered by whatever was going on at the infirmary.
Thoughts of my patients and the pack were so far away.
Briggs had told me they’d call me if they needed me, not that I could do anything about it in that moment, even if they did.
No, I let myself have this one moment of selfish biology, and when it was through, I’d get back to the grind.
My fever lasted well into the next day and the day after that.
Every time my magic surged, Fenris sated it with whatever I needed.
He fucked me hard and slow. He listened to my commands and heeded them with expert precision.
And when I couldn’t articulate what I wanted, he took the lead and drew it out of me until I sobbed and cried and begged him to stop.
Finally, on the third day, my heat broke. The magic dulled from a scream to a shout and, finally, to a whimper, receding into the darkest crevice inside my soul. My entire body ached. My mind was foggy. And I felt like I needed to get up and go home to recover alone.
But Fen wouldn’t let me.
“Here, eat,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed with a plate of chicken, rice, and vegetables. I reached out to take a piece, but he pushed my hand away with feigned offense. “How dare you. Open your mouth.”
I narrowed my eyes skeptically but did as he asked. He picked up a slice of meat with his fingers and placed it on my tongue, watching with a glimmer in his eye as I chewed and swallowed.
“Good girl,” he hummed.
The praise rocketed down my sternum and settled between my legs, surprising me in the most deviant way. After the last three days, I wasn’t sure I could even think about sex, let alone be aroused by something as simple as two words.
He fed me slowly, making sure I finished every bite, and then he fixed me a glass of water before tucking me under the covers again and wrapping his massive body around me from behind.
“Rest,” he said. “You need it.”
It shocked me how easily I gave in to it. I closed my eyes and let the warmth of this temporary heaven devour me.
When I woke some time later, the room was dark. We’d passed the day in quiet slumber, but the last remnants of the heat had left me. Now I just felt exhausted from it all. Fen still slept next to me. He lay on his back, one hand on his stomach, his face turned the other way.
I stared at him, memorizing his relaxed features and strong, capable body, sculpted from years riding a bike and working on the homestead.
His dark scruff accented his perfect pouty mouth, and his square jaw gave way to that delicate spot where his neck met his shoulders.
His scent permeated from it, and my fangs throbbed, practically begging me to lean in and bite.
Claim.
My wolf whined at the image of him walking around with my marks on his shoulder, my scent mixing with his, my claim right there for everyone to see. I closed my eyes and shook that thought away.
No reason to read more into this.
He was helping me out, just taking care of me like any other packmate would.
Hell, I’d thrown myself at him, my instincts uncontrollable.
He’d done what anyone else would do. A scalding wave of embarrassment sank into my gut.
I’d only ever been so vulnerable around two or three people in my life, and never one so close to my family.
He must think I’m a mess.
I climbed out of bed, careful not to wake him, and found my discarded dress. After sliding it over my head, I took one last look at Fen, exhaled a deep sigh, and left.
The walk of shame back to my house was blessedly uneventful.
I didn’t run into anyone, which thankfully, gave me more time to come up with an excuse to give my brother.
But Mill wasn’t an idiot. If his best friend and little sister went missing together for three days, he would undoubtedly know what had happened.
Deciding I would be honest when the time came, I let myself into my house, stalked to the bathroom, and climbed into the shower to scrub off Fen’s delicious smell.
Admittedly, it was a shame to wash it down the drain, but the same reasons I wouldn’t entertain the idea of dating him before still remained in the cold light of day.
He was Mill’s best friend. A playboy. A heartbreaker. And I didn’t have time for any of that. I had given my life to the pack, and silly things like mates and love had no place in my orderly routine.
What about a baby?
That was always a possibility. I’d been serviced during a heat, and most of the time, that would result in a pregnancy.
I’d certainly thought about becoming a mother before, even on my own.
But I wanted that with a mate, with someone who desired it as much as I did.
Fen had raised Lyra on his own, and she’d turned out okay.
If it came to it, I could co-parent with him.
It wouldn’t be ideal, but we’d work it out.
Like the rest, I’d cross that bridge if the time came. I’d probably bleed anyway. It wouldn’t stick.
But what if it did?
What if…
I touched my stomach, imagining a little version of Fen and me growing in there this very moment.
No.
Don’t worry about that now.
I shoved it to the back of my mind and finished getting ready. Once I was dressed, fed, and refreshed, I went to the infirmary to check in on Briggs.
* * *
“There you are,” they said with a smile and a knowing look. “Feeling okay?”
I steeled myself against the mischief dancing behind their eyes. “Of course. Why?”
They rolled their eyes. “C’mon, Wyn. We all know what happened.”
Damn it.
“I lost track of time,” I said. “I didn’t realize it was about to come until it did and—”
“You don’t have to explain yourself,” Briggs said. “But I don’t know why you didn’t come here to get knocked out. You didn’t have to suffer through it.”
Suffering wasn’t the word I’d use. My time with Fen had been…more than satisfactory. Thinking about his dark gaze and capable hands pulsed hot desire straight between my legs.
“By the time it hit, it was too late,” I explained.
“Was it—” They’d been about to say Fenris, but I cut them off before they could.
“How are we doing?” I glanced around, noting the few occupied rooms. “Did Justine deliver the pups?”
“All safe and well,” they said, and they went through the rest of the patients, catching me up on everything I’d missed. That was the thing I appreciated the most about Briggs. They knew when to pry and when to back off.
The day went on. I did my rounds, helped where I could, and made my way back to my office to go through charts.
After that, I headed to the lab to continue my research on Mill’s blood.
The relationship he had with his mate fascinated me; their blood bond was more delicate than anything I’d ever seen before.
It almost seemed symbiotic. He changed, she changed.
He moved, she countered. It didn’t make sense, though magic rarely did.
I could spend my entire life studying it only for it to mutate and upend everything I thought I knew. Was it unique to Mill and Maeve? Or would these traits start to show up in other shifters, as well?
My thoughts started to spiral, and when my eyes burned with exhaustion, I gave it up for the day.
I went back to my office and settled behind my desk, running my fingers over my temples as I went through my mental checklist of everything I still had to do.
That settled, I returned to my reports, scribbling notes and reading through medical histories on my computer.
I let myself be so consumed in my work, I didn’t sense him coming.
“You know,” Fen said. “It’s not often a female runs out before I’ve had the chance to make her breakfast.”
The deep tenor of his voice skated down my spine in a gentle wave, the caress similar to the way his fingertips pet me in between bouts of heat.
I tensed to hide my tremble and glanced at him, steeling myself against his gorgeously smug smile and incredulously raised eyebrow.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the jamb, the muscles in his forearms on display.
Now that I knew just how hard those arms were, I reminded myself it had only been the pheromones. This meant nothing more to him.
“I can imagine that must be very detrimental to your ego,” I said, returning to my work.