24. Morgan #4
He kisses me back, sliding his tongue to meet mine, and for the next few blissful seconds, I’m lost to the wet heat of his mouth.
All that warm skin under my palms has me hard in seconds, and I grind my hips, moaning when I feel he’s just as turned on as me.
But I can’t escape the scent that creeps between us, eclipsing everything else.
I tense, and Morgan feels it.
He drops his forehead against mine. “I can’t wait another fucking second.”
“Me neither.”
He laughs, and it’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. “How do we do this?”
I ease him back so I can look at him. “You never thought to ask that part?”
He shrugs, but a blush creeps over his cheeks. “Luke said it usually happens during sex, and I didn’t really want to have that conversation.”
“Usually, yeah. I mean, I think there’s a few ways to do it.
” Fuck, I can feel my own cheeks colouring up as I explain.
My brain is already ten steps ahead. “You need to bite with intent. Go deep enough to break the skin and mean it with your whole self.” I clear my throat.
“Sex is intimate, so your mind is already where it needs to be, and most people find it easier to channel that intent while fucking. Coming, specifically.”
“So we have to fuck?”
Hearing him say the words sends a shiver through me.
He grins. “You like the sound of that, huh?”
“Yes.” I don’t have the capacity for a witty comeback right now, so I go with, “More than you can imagine.”
“Oh, I think I have a pretty good imagination.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that right?”
“Yes. But I don’t want to have to use it, so come on.” He wriggles until I set him on his feet, then walks over to the bed, looking around. “We’re alone.” He tilts his head, and I realise he’s listening for anyone close by.
So we can fuck.
And bond.
Here.
“No fucking way.” I march over to him and pick him back up. He’s heavier as a shifter, but I’ve still got a few inches on him. “If we’re really doing this?—”
“We are.”
“Then we’re not doing it anywhere other than my room.”
“Fine, just hurry up and get us there.”
I manoeuvre him until I can look him in the eye. “I’m going to ask you one last time: are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes.” No hesitation, no lie detected. “I want you.”
“I want you too.”
I don’t care that half the fucking pack probably heard that conversation, although I’m not about to remind Morgan of that. I march out of there and practically run up the stairs to my room with Morgan laughing in my arms.
That laughter dies the second I close the door behind us.
He breathes in, pupils dilating, and the sound that rumbles out of him has me walking him over to my bed and lowering him onto it. “It smells like you in here.”
“It’s my bedroom.” I grin down at him. “You like it?”
“Yeah.” He licks his lips, teeth once again this side of too sharp. “It’s just... a lot.”
It is.
Especially for someone newly turned, whose senses are on overdrive right now.
It’s why I brought him up here.
He grabs my T-shirt and hauls me down for a kiss that steals my breath and any reservations I might still be clinging on to.
There’s no fear in this kiss, no doubt or hesitation.
I close my eyes and give in to the feel of his warm body under mine, the scent of his arousal almost enough to eclipse the taint of Birch.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and we’re nowhere near finished yet.
“Get naked,” he mumbles between kisses, tugging so hard on my T-shirt that it rips down the middle. His delighted laughter pulls a smile from me as I discard the ruined fabric.
“I would’ve taken it off.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I shrug out of my jeans before he can shred those too, but his fall casualty to his new fascination with shifter strength and claws. As does his underwear.
“You’re going to get through so many clothes.”
“Don’t care.”
And neither do I because Morgan’s lying naked, splayed out on my bed, and as far as I’m concerned, he can stay that way forever.
“What you waiting for?” He lifts his chin in challenge, then deliberately traces the edges of Birch’s bite mark.
My growl echoes around the room, teeth and claws sliding out.
“Come on, Lynx.” He tilts his head to the side, exposing more of his throat. “I need these gone.”
I’m on him before he finishes speaking, hands running up thighs that tremble when my claws connect with warm skin. I kneel between his legs. If I get any closer to his throat right now, I’ll bite him. And I can’t, not yet. Not until I’m inside him.
His cock twitches as I lean down and lick a stripe along the length of it.
“Teeth,” he hisses.
I grin, then run my tongue over the tips of my fangs. “I’ll be careful.” With Birch’s mark on him, there’s zero chance of me pushing this half shift down enough to blow him. I’m too on edge, my wolf way too close to breaking free.
I need to fuck him.
Bite him.
Make him mine.
And me his.
They’ll be plenty of time for everything else, after.
Because we’ll be bonded .
It’s the first time I’ve let myself believe that, and the surge of hope and excitement swells outward from my chest to the tips of my fingers.
I want it so bad, a whine escapes, low and plaintive.
Strong fingers slide into my hair, gently tugging my head up from where my forehead rests against the top of his thigh.
I meet Morgan’s gaze.
He doesn’t ask me what’s wrong. Doesn’t need to because he can feel it, smell it, can probably see it written all over my face. I say it anyway. “I need you,” I whisper, nipping along the edge of his hip. I soothe the marks with my tongue, and Morgan arches into my touch with a moan.
“I’m here.” He tugs me up his body until I’m lying on top of him, my cock heavy and hard against his. He rolls his hips, rubbing against me, and it’s so fucking good I could easily get off like this.
The scent of arousal thickens, mixing with my scent, with Morgan’s, a heady combination that stokes a fire deep in my belly.
He grabs my arse and tugs me closer, head pressed back into the pillow as we grind against each other again and again, until I’m in danger of coming.
“Stop,” I hiss, rolling off him and landing on my side. I trail claw-tipped fingers low over his belly, loving the way he shivers, his stomach contracting.
“I want to kiss you,” he says, reaching out a hand to cup my jaw, thumb ever so gently pressing against the tip of a fang. “Can you get rid of these, just for a second?”
I shake my head. “Can’t. Sorry. It’s too much, his scent ,” I clarify, “here, in my room. I need it gone.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Then we can kiss?”
“All fucking night if you want.”
“I do.” Then he rolls me to the side and reaches towards my bedside table, coming back with lube. “We don’t need condoms, right?”
I shake my head, mouth suddenly so fucking dry at the thought of coming inside him. Of him coming all over me, marking my skin.
He eyes the claws I can’t pull back either and smirks. “I guess I’d better do this bit.”
I can only watch as he squirts lube onto his fingers and reaches down to open himself up. “Next time.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, then bites his lip. “Next time.”
I want to touch him, to feel what he’s feeling, but I wasn’t lying. I can’t dial my wolf back when Birch’s scent lingers. As much as I want to take my time, to draw this out, the primal part of me won’t wait. “I’m sorry.”
Morgan frowns as he lies back on the bed. “What for?”
“That I can’t touch you like I want to. That the only thing I can think about right now is sinking inside you and wiping away every trace of that fucker.” I lick over my teeth as I imagine replacing Birch’s mark with one of my own, and Morgan groans, reaching down to stroke himself.
“Fuck, don’t apologise for that.” He shuffles closer, reaching for me this time, and I hiss as his hand wraps around me. “I want it just as much as you. Maybe more, because it’s my skin, my body he touched.” He pushes up to his knees. “Sit up against the headboard.”
I do as I’m told, the confidence in him a huge fucking turn on.
He straddles me and shuffles forward until he’s kneeling over my cock. I’m so hard for him, for what we’re about to do.
“Ready?” he asks, already reaching for me again.
“Yeah.” I grip his hips as he slowly sinks down, claw tips scraping against skin, and we both hiss. “Sorry,” I say again, but he shakes his head, putting a hand over one of mine before I can move them.
“I like it.” He pushes down hard enough for them to dig in, and when I meet his gaze, there’s nothing but heat and naked desire there.
“I like feeling how much you want this. How out of control you are right now.” He opens his mouth, baring his teeth, and I watch, transfixed as they lengthen into fangs that rival mine.
“Didn’t think I could do it.” He rocks forward and we both moan this time. “But it’s easy when I’m with you.”
I want to say it’s the potential bond making things easy, but he starts to move in earnest, and any words I had are lost to the rhythm of his hips and the clutch of his hands on my shoulders, because I’m not the only one with claws out.
His dig into my skin, but I’m not even sure he’s realised.
I don’t care. That sting of pain only heightens the pleasure coursing through me with each dirty grind.
“How do we do it?” His gaze meets mine, a wild look in his eyes. “At the same time or...?”
“Yeah.” I tilt my head to the side, baring my throat, and he snarls, instinct taking over.
It sparks a fire in my belly, seeing him like that, and I clutch him tighter, pushing up into him every time he sinks down, needing more.
“When you come...” I grit out, fighting the urge to let go until he’s right there with me.
“Bite down hard.” I release him long enough to tap the side of my neck, down near the base. “Here.”
He growls, teeth bared, and it’s so fucking hot, heat flares up my spine.