Chapter 38
MORGAN
Jamie’s a deep sleeper. It gives me a chance to take care of a few things—like ordering room service—before I slip back into bed and wrap around him again.
I can finally admit how badly I wanted to do this back in that stupid honeymoon room. Jamie has no right to smell this good.
He finally stirs, and I brush a strand of hair back from his face.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” I murmur in his ear, planting a kiss on the top of his head before turning to stand.
“Where are you going?” he asks, and the worry that edges his voice slices deep.
My tone is soft as I say, “Breakfast,” and pull him to his feet with another quick kiss. I give him a fresh t-shirt from my bag—fuck, I love how they hang off of him—and step out into the suite.
The hotel staff left the ceramic dishes on the kitchenette island, exactly as I instructed. I lift the lid of the closest one, releasing the savory aroma of bacon.
Jamie peeks out of my room, looking even better in just my shirt than he does naked, and pads over to me. I uncover eggs and fresh, butter-smeared bagels, and we dig in.
“This is the best bacon I’ve ever had,” he murmurs.
“Free range and applewood smoked,” I reply.
I do a decent job of keeping my hands to myself as I finish two sandwiches in the time it takes Jamie to get through half a cream cheese bagel, but then I can’t help but step behind him and trace my fingers around the edge of his collar.
He shivers.
“Where’s the key for this? We should give you a break.”
“Uh, well…” He hops off the bar stool and ducks into his room, returning with a frozen water bottle. A key glints at the bottom.
“Clever boy,” I say. “No hasty decisions, then.”
“It’s actually really comfortable. And maybe I shouldn’t take it off unless we’re… um… separated.”
“What,” I croon, trailing a claw just under the leather. “You don’t trust me?”
His spine quivers, and he looks up at me with those big green eyes, that dark collar so pretty on his neck. “I don’t trust myself not to beg,” he breathes.
The beast flashes forward, my blood going hot as my hand wraps possessively around the base of his throat, and I lean down to nip his ear. “Aren’t you just a perfect little thing…” He’s shaking, and I can’t help myself. “You want it so bad…”
“Yes…”
I hook a finger through the ring on the front of the collar and pull him into a hard kiss, spreading a hand across his back to keep him from falling over.
When I finally pull away, we’re both panting.
My mouth waters thinking about sinking my teeth into the base of his neck. “Alright, good call,” I murmur, still not entirely in control of myself. “Keep the collar on.”
I force myself to step away and let Jamie finish his breakfast, putting the water bottle back into the freezer.
We can’t get to the loft fast enough.
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I picked a low-cut top today—an emerald blazer that fastens corset-style under my breasts, putting my cleavage on full display—with a matching pencil skirt.
I love watching Jamie struggle to keep from looking at my chest, my legs. He blushes so perfectly every time I catch him.
He actually believes me when I say I have something to show him in the back of the jet, and he’s so busy marveling at the existence of a bedroom, let alone the luscious black sheets, that I catch him off-guard when I tackle him from behind and earn the most delicious yelp.
All it takes is my weight against him and he’s already hot, aching, dripping for me. I grip the collar with my teeth and bite hard, sending him whimpering.
It’s oh-so-easy to flip him and pin his hands above his head, and he’s already writhing for me.
I hook a claw behind the button on his jeans and snap it off, creating enough slack for me to yank the denim away. I don’t have the patience to do the same with his briefs, so my claws sink into the fabric, shredding it. He quivers where those points graze his skin.
I pull up my skirt, and his eyes widen as he sees I’m not wearing anything underneath. A moment later, my cunt sinks down over him.
He moans loudly enough for the pilot to hear.
The sound is especially sweet with my heightened hearing. I won’t fully shift, but my ears stretch longer and my eyes become exquisitely sensitive as my pupils morph to slits.
Jamie’s ass clenches and his back tries to arch, but to no avail. I’m setting the pace—hard and fast.
“M-mor, if you k-keep doing that… I’m gonna—”
“Ah-ah-ah,” I scold, stopping suddenly.
Jamie’s mouth gapes open, his body trembling.
“Fuck,” he whimpers.
My own hips shake, aching to move again. This isn’t like with other alphas, where I remain utterly in control. There’s no hiding how much this is getting me off.
And Jamie sees it, and the way it pushes his arousal into an even higher gear gives me no choice but to rock my hips again.
This time I stay slow, deliberate, gripping him tight. If I go any faster, I’m going to lose it. And I don’t want this to be over yet.
“You’re so pretty like this,” I breathe over him, like a blessing.
His eyes roll back, his mouth parting as he moans for me.
My breath comes harder, faster. My heat coils.
“Don’t cum until I tell you,” I command.
He forces a deep breath, conflict written on his face. He wants to obey, but obeying gets him off. It’s the most delicious predicament.
He lets out a strangled whimper with the effort, and I can’t keep my hips slow anymore.
“Mor, I’m losing it—I can’t—I’m c—”
The climax hits me even harder than the one in the shower, and I let out a low groan, leaning over him, my hair falling to frame his face.
“Cum for me, baby,” I breathe, urgent.
He falls apart. The sensation of his cock pulsing drives me crazy, and I squeeze harder, pulling more and more from him.
“Give me everything, baby,” I whisper against his ear.
His whimpering gasp is the sweetest sound. His cock throbs, orgasm redoubling.
I nuzzle against his neck, and despite the leather in the way, his scent of vanilla laced with cloves and allspice calms me enough that I can resist the urge to clamp around him, offering a moment of mercy.
He catches his breath as his spasming slows, exhale becoming a low groan.
“Holy shit, Mor… That was…”
My chuckle thrums in my throat. “Oh, do you think you’re done?”
“Wh… what?”
I rub my cheek against his, that incomparable softness giving rise to contentment. I ache to nestle my cheek against the bare skin at the base of his neck, but this is enough for now. As a shudder of pleasure rolls down my spine, I can’t help but clamp around him again.
Jamie’s choked moan heralds another climax as his back arches under me, cock pulsing against the squeeze of my inner muscles.
“Never been locked before?” I tease.
Jamie’s pupils nearly span his irises, eyes glassy and perfect. He struggles to parse my words, still shuddering with the tail end of his orgasm.
“Nn… No?”
I lift my hips to illustrate, moaning quietly at the delicious pull against my inner spot. Even without consciously clenching, my muscles hold him so tightly that he lifts from the bed instead of slipping out.
Jamie’s eyes widen, ribs shaking. “Fuck…”
I settle back down over him. “You have a cute little knot.”
“I have… what? Really?”
“Mhm… Just enough for me to grab onto…” I rub my face against his again. That urge must be unique to locking an omega. I’ve locked alphas before, as part of our dominance games, but it never felt this good, this soothing.
“I have… so many questions, but… oh, fuck, I’m going to cum again…”
I wrap my arms around Jamie as I squeeze again, milking another climax from him. He whimpers and shakes in my arms, and I offer soothing licks to his shoulder and cheek.
When his pulsing slows, I roll over onto my back, settling him against my chest. I press his cheek against my breast, and his body melts into mine, arms falling to rest on my shoulders.
I run my claws through his hair, and he shudders, another pulse flowing through his cock.
“I-is this going to… last as long as when you knotted me?”
“Probably not. I have more control this way. But as for right now… I have no intention of letting you go.” Another conscious squeeze sends him shuddering, fingertips digging into my shoulders, and I chuckle with satisfaction.
“They didn’t cover this in… my educational materials…”
“Hm.” I brush his hair back from his face so I can enjoy his blissed-out expression, earning another shiver. “Those are woefully incomplete. Lucky for you, I know exactly what you need…”
Precious, credulous Jamie musters his strength to lift his head, meeting my gaze with glassy eyes that struggle to focus. “W-what’s that?”
A purr thrums in my throat. “You need to be drained…” I squeeze tight again as I reach around his hips, pressing the pad of my thumb across his entrance as I massage my fingertips against his perineum, stimulating his prostate from the outside.
“Sh-shit!” Jamie convulses and shudders, collapsing against me as the stimulation forces another orgasm out of him, muscles contracting rhythmically under my fingers.
I slide my other hand through his hair, then tighten my fingers and lift his head, savoring how he’s so utterly gone for me.
“That’s a good boy,” I croon. “If you’re going to make it to the loft, I have to drain you properly…” I pull another orgasm out of him, his breath tightening to a high whine.
His hips rock into me, tugging the gentle swell of his cock against my tightened muscles, elongating his climax as it sends me purring. With a frustrated whimper, he sinks into me again.
I press his head against my chest, and his muscles go lax, melting for me again.
“Is my poor omega too tired to take what he needs? That’s alright, I’ve got you…
” I use my hand on his ass and perineum to rock his body into mine, grinding the swell of his cock against my inner spot as I clench tightly around him.
He’s so light and soft against me, and the way his weight rests over my clit feels so fucking good…
Jamie’s breath becomes long, needy moans, and a proper alpha purr rumbles deep in my chest. The vibrations stimulate him further, drawing climax after climax out of the little omega.
He gasps and shudders against me as I hold him tight. My own arousal builds again towards a deeper, stronger pleasure as my hand wanders, massaging his balls and teasing his entrance, grinding him into me all the while.
My breath shudders as heat coalesces where we meet.
Jamie’s body tenses instinctively at the sound, and he lets out a needy whimper that drives me even closer to the edge.
“Oh, Jamie…” Unnamable emotions swirl, my pleasure slowly tipping past the point of no return.
I crush him against my chest, purr shifting to a growl, inner muscles clenching hard with the waves of my climax.
Responsive as ever, Jamie cries out as his body meets mine at the peak, offering everything that’s left.
Our breathing syncs and then slows. As the afterglow hits, my lock eases, and his cock softens enough for me to pull him free. I slide him up my body, guiding his lips to mine as I pull him into a deep, tender kiss.