Chapter 37
JAMIE
I freeze in the doorway as Morgan’s eyes land on me, tracing over the collar, my shoulders.
She rises slowly and seems even taller than usual as she takes measured, careful steps towards me.
Her gaze locks me in place. My heart thunders.
As Morgan reaches the glass, she slams her fist against it. The pane goes opaque as the tempered glass shatters within its safety membrane. Morgan’s claws pierce through, tearing the membrane apart and letting in the cool night air.
There’s a popping sound, and at first I think it’s the glass. But no—it’s bones and joints.
The face that appears from behind the glass isn’t the one I know—but it’s undeniably Morgan.
My breath catches.
I’ve never seen an alpha shift.
She resembles a sphinx cat, nearly hairless but distinctly predatory, with large pointed ears and a short muzzle, long fangs gleaming as she smiles. Her eyes are wide and violet without visible whites, slitted pupils flicking over me.
She stands almost a foot taller, skin tight against expanded muscles and bones, totally naked as she brushes aside the rest of the glass and steps inside.
Her legs are digitigrade now, thick paw pads unbothered by the scattered glass, massive claws digging into the carpet to steady herself.
She’s seven feet of animalistic muscle with full breasts, her dark hair still cascading down her shoulders. A slender tail with a tuft of black fur at the end swishes behind her calves.
Her limbs look like they’ve been dipped in dark ink up to the forearms and calves—actually fine, suede-like fur that subtly catches the light.
Her scent hits me. Like a roaring bonfire, crackling and hot.
I want to throw myself at her, but the omega knows to wait.
Her nostrils flare, soaking in my scent as the last of her joints snap into place.
Her transformation isn’t quite complete.
I don’t have to wait long for the pink cockhead to emerge from the fur-lined sheath between her legs, slowly growing as my scent stokes her arousal.
She prowls towards me.
I remain frozen.
Her hand locks around my neck, and she slams me against the nearest wall, burying her nose in my hair and taking another deep breath.
“Fuck, you smell good,” she purrs, a deeper tone rasping in her voice. “You smell like you need it. Like you need me.”
Her other hand palms my bare cock, and I whimper.
“Yes…”
“Look what you did to me…”
“You’re magnificent,” I breathe.
“Don’t I scare you? Or do you get off on that?” Her clawed hand tightens in my hair, and I moan.
Her cock presses against my stomach as it hardens. “Is this what you wanted? Is this what you need?”
“Yes,” I beg. I’m shaking.
“I haven’t shifted for anyone in a very long time…” Morgan nuzzles her cheek against mine and runs her now-rough tongue along my ear. She licks down my jaw, then traces the edge of the posture collar, sending me shivering.
“Clever, clever little pup,” she purrs. “Any last words before I tear you apart?”
“Please!”
Morgan snarls and digs her claws into my arms, throwing me down over the trendy, oversized couch before pouncing over me and dragging her cock between my legs.
She dwarfs me in every way, and I tremble. She’s way bigger than any dildo I’ve ever seen, but I know I can take it. I was literally born for this.
She pushes my legs up over my head, exposing my ass, and I ache for her. This time, she doesn’t keep me waiting.
Her cock plunges in easily thanks to my warm-up and liberal use of lube, and heat surges through my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
Morgan’s eyes flash, pupils widening, and she groans as she slides in. “God, that’s a tight little ass. I’m going to break you…”
All I can do is gasp and keep moaning as she slides out and thrusts in again.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she purrs, breath shuddering.
I’m watching Morgan fall apart in real time. Watching the control and the willpower fall away, watching her unleash.
It’s intoxicating.
Her breath is growls and feral snarls as her hands turn to claws in my skin, digging to the point of pain, sending my head spinning with pleasure.
I’ve never been this turned on. There’s a hot, wet sensation, and Morgan’s thrusts slide easier. She’s surely dripping, but it’s not just that. Another wave of incomprehensible heat and pleasure sends my cock dribbling onto my stomach as Morgan’s next driving thrust sinks deeper.
I can make slick, after all—but only for a real alpha.
“So wet and tight for me,” she moans against my ear.
Euphoria ripples through me, and for once I feel like a proper omega.
Each ragged breath draws in more of her blazing bonfire scent—another gasp, another dose. Every cell crackles with pleasure, every muscle coils with need.
I’m drowning in the scent, the sound, the feel of her.
“God, Mor… oh fuck… I’m cumming—”
“Scream for me,” she commands.
And I do. From deep in my core, giving voice to all the agony of waiting for this moment, I scream as I cum around her pumping cock, shaking as she drives deeper and deeper into me.
My cock fountains against my stomach, staining Morgan’s shirt, until her claws dig into the fabric and she rips it away.
Her foot-long tongue sweeps down across my stomach, and she moans at the taste of my cum.
“So… fucking… tight,” she thrums as my ass clenches around her with every pulse of my climax.
Morgan is merciless, unrelenting. Lost in the depths of my heat, that’s exactly what I need.
She thrusts harder, and the swell of her knot presses at my entrance.
Her growls deepen with frustration, and she grips my shoulders and shoves me down over her cock.
My breath freezes and chokes in my throat as the stretch turns to sweet, aching pain.
“Mor…”
“Don’t you fucking dare ask me to stop,” Morgan snarls. “You know I can’t.” Her eyes find mine, and they’re wild.
She’s afraid.
“I need it,” I gasp. “Tell me I can take it. Tell me to let you in.”
Morgan softens, though she doesn’t slow. She leans down and tangles her claws in my hair.
“Let me in,” she murmurs against my cheek. “I want to feel you. I want to fill you. Relax for me, baby.”
The words hit me like a drug, working their way down my spine. A profound calm washes over me, and every muscle in my body loosens.
I’m unraveling, unwinding.
Morgan’s thrusts get slower and harder.
“You’re doing so good for me, baby,” Morgan purrs in my ear. “Let me in.”
She bottoms out and presses me over her cock again, filling me with that unbearable pressure. Fuck, she’s huge…
I gasp and shudder.
“That’s right,” she croons. “Open up for me.”
It’s so close.
She pulls back, and I whimper. I want that pressure back. I need it.
“Please,” I beg.
“One more time, you’ve got this, baby. Take a deep breath… now out… relax…”
I hang on Morgan’s every word, floating on her warmth. She presses in one last time, and I unspool for her.
The bottom of my exhale gives her the last bit of space she needs, and she shoves in.
I can’t breathe, can’t think. The pressure is intense, all-encompassing. I’ve never been more full.
My back arches, and my lips part, and Morgan plunges her tongue into my mouth, dragging it across my teeth.
I gasp a ragged breath and let out a sobbing moan as I settle around Morgan’s cock.
“Oh, fucking hell, Jamie…” She groans, nails digging into my scalp. “Fuck…”
Her thrusting has stilled, but her breathing comes hot and fast, her knot throbbing hard, pressing against that inner spot.
My frazzled muscles recover enough for me to squeeze around her, pleasure exploding from that incomprehensible fullness.
“Mor…”
“Fuck, Jamie, you’re making me… I can’t stop it, oh god…”
My vision goes starry as her cock swells even larger.
Her shuddering breath becomes a long, low growl, and her heat pours into me, another pulse with every tight throb.
The pressure sends me shaking over the edge again, spurting across my stomach as Morgan continues to fill me.
Her claws dig into my skin, and I grip her arms, finding her face. The mask is totally gone, control melted away. Her eyes roll back, ears pinning, mouth hanging open, tongue unfurling past her fangs.
I burn the image into my memory.
The end of Morgan’s climax is just the beginning, and she thrusts again, grinding into me, shaking and snarling at the pleasure.
I’m high on sex and need and her.
She pounds into me, and my body turns to liquid heat as I cling to her for dear life.
She nears the edge again, lost in instinct, and her fangs clamp around my neck, digging into the collar.
Morgan growls with frustration, biting harder, cutting off my breath.
I’ve been dreaming of her hand at my throat.
I should have been dreaming of this.
My back arches into her, and she drives into me, and I cum again with a silent, breathless scream.
The base of my neck still aches for the sharpness of her teeth, for the meaning of that bite, but this is enough for now.
God, this is heaven.
I lose track of where one climax ends and the next begins. Morgan keeps her promise—she fills me like I’ve never been filled before.
An eternity passes, then she finally slows.
She leans down and presses her chest against mine. Her heart beats over me, inside of me. She nuzzles my cheek, sighs.
I slowly become aware of my body again, of the dull ache in my muscles and the pleasant fullness of where we’re tied together.
Morgan shifts and spins me around on her cock, earning a yelp before she settles my back against her chest. She runs her claws through my hair, purring.
Not just any purr. An alpha purr. Oh god, this is—it’s like every vibration realigns my atoms, sending aftershocks of pleasure, channeling everything that is good and sweet and lovely, an indescribable sense of comfort and rightness.
“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,” she whispers in my ear, and I shudder. She sweeps her tongue up my cheek, then sighs. “You are something else.”