24. Morgan #5
“With intent? That’s what you said, right?” He has his eyes closed, head tipped back, riding me for all he’s worth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.
I have to swallow before I can answer. “Pour everything into it, think of our bond, our connection. Magic and nature will do the rest.”
“Magic?” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Fucking unreal.”
When his eyes snap open and meet mine again, I see his wolf in them.
That raw, untamed power lurking under the surface, and my body reacts.
It starts at the base of my spine, racing outward in a wave of heat that makes my back arch and my teeth ache.
I wrap a hand around his cock, extra fucking careful to keep my claws away from him, but I’m so close now and I need to get him there too.
“Now,” I snap, stroking him in time with the roll of his hips.
He grins back at me, tongue tracing over fangs that are about to be in my skin. It’s that image that pushes me over the edge. I grab his neck and haul him forward, sinking my teeth into his neck as I come with the force of a fucking train.
He cries out, body going rigid, and I feel the first splashes of his release a second before his teeth meet my skin. Sweet, sharp pain radiates from my neck outward, prolonging an orgasm that’s already rocked me to my core.
It goes on and on, an endless wave crashing over me as his pleasure mixes with mine. It takes me way too long to realise that it’s not just mine I can feel.
It’s ours.
When it finally starts to ebb, I retract my teeth, the half shift subsiding as I slowly come back to myself.
I can’t resist kissing the mark I’ve left, nuzzling into the crook of his neck because the only scent on his skin now is mine.
A rumble of satisfaction escapes, and Morgan laughs against my skin.
He doesn’t lift his head though, and I realise he’s doing the same as me.
“I can feel you,” he whispers, awe in his voice. “And you smell... different.”
Finally, I draw back because I need to see him. “It’s the bond.”
He grins. “It’s amazing.”
A weight lifts off my shoulders, taking me by surprise. I didn’t realise I still held on to the worry that he might regret this, but there’s no faking the joy radiating from him. I can see it, smell it, feel it. “Yeah. It really fucking is.”
He leans in and kisses me, soft and slow and thorough. My cock stirs where I’m still inside him. “When I came here asking to join your club, I was so fucking lost.”
I run my hands up and down his spine. “I’m so sorry I was such a cunt to you that day.”
His smile turns wry. “You were.” He doesn’t stop touching me though.
“I thought it was the only way to protect myself and my pack.”
“I know.” He kisses me again. “And if I knew what was going to happen, I might have just kept on riding when I left here and never looked back.”
“And now?” I can’t help but tense, and of course he notices. There’s no hiding anything from him ever again. “Any regrets?”
“Not when it’s brought me here, to you. To this.” He rolls his hips, surprise colouring his features when he realises I’m hard.
“Shifter stamina.” I flip us so he’s on his back.
He wraps his legs around me and I look down at him, emotions swirling inside me.
“I’ve wanted you since that night in the forest when you stumbled into my life and changed everything.
I didn’t think you were something I could ever have, and I hate what you’ve had to go through for us to get here, but I’m so fucking grateful that you want me too. ”
“I do want you. With all my fucking heart,” he whispers, and it’s so close to the words on the tip of my tongue, but even with our bond, I don’t think he’s ready to hear them yet. The human side of him still clings to inbuilt time constraints. But he can feel what I feel if I let him.
So I do.
I let everything out, flooding the connection between us, startling him into a gasp. His eyes widen as he looks up at me, but I kiss him before he can voice whatever questions are on the tip of his tongue. That can come later.
I roll my hips, hard cock rubbing against that spot inside him, successfully distracting him.
He moans as he cradles my jaw, fingers stroking over the stubble there. “This is forever, right?”
“Forever.” A burst of happiness flares down the bond that now links us, and it lights me up inside.
“Good.” He tugs me down into another kiss, this one dirtier and full of the promise of more. “Because I think you owe me more kissing.” He laughs as I do just that.
“Gonna give you a lot more than that.” I start to fuck him again, slow and thorough.
His laughter turns into a groan, and I swallow it with more kisses.
Things outside this room are far from settled.
Fox might be dead, but he wasn’t the sole person behind the fight rings.
They won’t stop, and who knows how many other hunters are involved.
I need to talk to Grey, to see what happened after we left, find out if trouble is headed our way, but all that can wait for the next few hours at least.
For now, I’m going to take my time and enjoy the one thing I never thought I’d get to have.
Morgan.
My fated mate.