Chapter 37 #2
I sink into her warmth. There are no words.
I find one of Morgan’s hands, holding it in both of mine, like something precious.
The shift has lengthened her bones, giving her fingers a monstrous, feline quality.
It’s beautiful. I run my fingertips down the back of her hand and the dark suede-like fur there.
“What does it feel like?” I ask quietly. “I’ve never fully shifted.”
“Most people don’t.” Her voice has a deeper, huskier quality, a slight lisp from her fangs, but it’s still hers. “It hurts.”
“What kind of hurt?”
“A good hurt. My bones pop and shift. Then I get this rush, like I can do anything.”
“Kind of like getting a tattoo,” I murmur.
“Of course you’d be a little masochist,” Morgan teases, pressing a kiss against the back of my head.
“I want to feel what it’s like.” I press my palm against hers. Her fingers are so much longer than mine now. “At least once. Someday.”
“You’ll make such a pretty creature,” she croons.
I adjust my position, and Morgan moans as the movement tugs on her cock.
“Should I try to… um… get off?”
“That’s not a good idea. It… gets bigger once it’s in.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Only option is to wait it out.” Even with that lower edge, her voice is soft, content.
“How long will that take?”
“Got somewhere to be?”
“No.” I nestle further into her. “Just curious.”
She’s quiet for a moment, then says, “I… actually don’t know. I’ve never tied someone before.”
“Oh.”
“You’re my first omega.”
It shouldn’t mean anything, but my heart thrums. I lace my fingers through hers.
“Maybe your only?” I try to sound teasing.
“With this ass of yours, it’s highly possible.” She drags her claws down my shoulder.
“I can’t imagine anything making the Morgan Hunter settle down.”
“Only time will tell.” She traces the pointed shell of my ear with a claw.
“So… now what?”
“We wait for my cock to go down.”
“And… after that?”
“Hm…” She strokes my hair. “I’m taking you to my loft. And we’re not leaving until I’m done with you.”
“What about the campaign?”
“Fuck the campaign.”
Guilt crawls under my skin. “But…”
“No, no. None of that. Let me spoil you, Jamie. Indulge me. Can you do that for me? I’ll fix the campaign later.”
“Okay. Yes. Please.” I pull her clawed hand across my chest, hold it close. “Yes.”
A few quiet minutes pass, and I find it difficult to keep from wriggling more on Morgan’s cock, the omega wanting to stay tied as long as possible.
The remote is within reach on the coffee table.
“Want to watch something?”
“Sure.”
It takes some maneuvering, but I get the remote and flip through the channel guide.
I can’t believe my luck—Heartbreak Hotel. I switch to that channel immediately.
“What’s this one?” Morgan asks with almost-convincing innocence.
“You tell me,” I say, wriggling with excitement.
“Oh no,” Morgan groans. “Eileen told you.”
“You said you never watch TV.”
“I don’t. Haven’t in almost five years. This is not a new show.”
I clock the outfits and the color palette. “What is this, mid-aughts?”
“Yep.”
Morgan’s quiet for a few minutes, but when one of the male contestants launches into his confessional, she hisses, “Oh, he’s such a little bitch.” Once her running commentary starts, it doesn’t stop. Her asides and grunts of recognition greatly enhance the viewing experience.
It’s a pretty typical dating pool show, but the twist is that the contestants stay on different floors of an extravagant hotel.
I settle in to Morgan’s chest, her voice surrounding me, and I’m on cloud nine.
During a commercial break, Morgan says, “I used to put this on when I was in the lab. In the early days. Made it feel less lonely.”
My fingers trace the muscles of her forearm. “Are you still going to take them? The suppressants?”
“I think you’re right,” she says quietly. “I need a tolerance break. And…” She holds her fur-lined hand up towards the TV. “This isn’t so bad.”
“You’re glorious,” I murmur.
“I’d ask if you’re okay with it, but I can smell just how in-heat you are, so I know what you’re going to say.”
I wriggle against her, savoring the tug of her cock.
“Naughty little thing,” she purrs in my ear.
“Can I… can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“Earlier you seemed… afraid. What were you afraid of?”
She rubs the back of my hand. “Of… not being in control. Of hurting you. Of… this.” She flexes her hand again, and I know she means the shift.
“Did you lose control?”
“Yes,” she says, voice hardly more than a breath.
“But you didn’t hurt me.”
“Not yet.” There’s a tightness in her tone.
“I’m very resilient.”
“Apparently.” She sighs, flexing her lengthened hand again. “I call this… ‘the beast.’ The instincts, the… impulses. I think this is the first time we’ve actually been on the same page.”
“How does it feel?”
“Almost as good as your ass does.”
Her knot throbs inside of me, and I groan.
“Stop that,” she teases.
“What?”
“Making noises like that.”
“I can’t help it! Besides, you started it.”
Her hand finds my neck, laying over the collar.
I gasp and whimper.
“What’s that?” she teases.
“C-case in point!” I choke out.
“Hmmm, I suppose that’s fair.”
“Just watch the show,” I grumble.
Morgan obliges and resumes her commentary.
Over an hour later, Morgan’s knot finally eases. I do my best not to think about it, for fear of clenching and arousing her again, and that’s probably why she gives me no warning when she suddenly tugs it out.
I gasp as the sensation sends lightning through my exhausted muscles, warmth coating my thighs as her spend pours out of me.
Morgan gives a low chuckle. “Tsk tsk. You just ruined a very expensive couch.”
“It’s your cum.”
“Let’s get you to the shower.” She stretches, and I hear bones pop.
Morgan scoops me off the couch, and her feline features have started to fade. Her face and height are mostly back to normal, but her teeth and ears remain lengthened. She carries me to the shower, and once there, Morgan doesn’t let me lift a finger.
She lathers me up and pulls me under the warm stream of water, careful to keep the collar dry as her hands sweep down my body, gentle fingers tracing the fresh scratches that mark me as hers.
My libido is fully exhausted, but the sensation is still… transcendent. Every nerve glows.
Morgan trails kisses down my shoulders, and we stand there until most of her cum has drained out of me.
Then she wraps me in a cloud-soft towel and pulls me into bed, curling around me, arms closing around my chest as her chin tucks over my head.
Emotion hits me like a tidal wave. I was sure I’d go back to my room. I was sure I’d be alone. As usual.
My breath shakes. Fuck.
Morgan’s hand finds my cheek. “Babe, what’s the matter? Did we go too far? I never should have—”
“No. No, this was perfect, I just…” I press her hand against my chest, take a deep breath. “Usually I crash after… and it’s the worst, being… alone, then. But I’m not, and… I’m sorry. It’s just… nice.”
“Well, your heat is nowhere near over yet,” Morgan says, kissing my ear. She buries her nose in my hair, breathes deep. “I can smell it. But for now… it’s time to sleep.”
Wrapped in Morgan’s arms, I find it easier than ever to obey.