Chapter 53
MORGAN
We stand by the open back door of the guest house, the evening breeze carrying the first hints of fall’s crisp chill.
I’m breathless, running my fingers down the lapel of Jamie’s suit. I’m going to read Eileen the riot act about the mesh back because it’s been driving me crazy all day.
Now that we’re alone, and he’s all mine… I’m moving slowly.
I drop my fingers to his chest, tracing the edge of the fabric, and he shivers.
I lean down and flick his ear with my tongue.
“You’re almost too pretty to unwrap…” I slowly unbutton his jacket. My hands are shaking. I chuckle, holding one out for him. “Look at this. This never happens.”
He turns those wide green eyes up at me. “Are you alright?”
I take his chin in my hand. “Jamie. You thrill me. I am… nervous. For almost the first time in my life.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m… not a hundred percent sure I can catch you. I’m not… a hundred percent sure about anything with you. You challenge me, and… I love that. I love you.”
Pride shines in his eyes. “I love you, too.”
I finish unbuttoning his jacket and slip it off his shoulders, running my fingertips down his arms as I do. I trace the lines of his floral tattoos, one of his first delicious surprises for me.
Then I kneel, loosening the laces of his white leather shoes before slipping them off his feet, kissing each as I set them back down. Next are his pants, satin rustling as I slip them from his hips, appreciating every inch of those legs, even that ridiculous anime tattoo.
I stand again, drawing my nails from his ankles all the way up the side of his neck, memorizing every little quiver. I lean into his hair, the perfume of the roses lacing with his scent.
“Your turn,” I murmur.
Jamie undresses me with complete and utter reverence, and the soft touches of his fingers make my blood boil. My breath shudders.
And then we’re standing there, naked. I reach up and undo my hair, letting it spill down across my chest.
Jamie looks up at me like I’m his goddess.
I pull him into a kiss. It starts sweet, indulgent. His breathing quickens, and mine follows. My claws flex into him, his nails dig into my hips. I hiss at the pain, pressing harder into his mouth. His skin burns and his pulse thunders against me.
That familiar pressure spreads down my spine.
I catch Jamie’s lip in my teeth, and he moans.
“Turn for me, baby,” I whisper in his ear. “Let me see you again…”
His breath stutters, his back arches into me, bones popping under my hand.
“Mor…” He whimpers.
“Show me how well you take all that sweet pain for me, baby.”
“Oh god, Mor…” His eyes are locked on mine, pupils tightening to slits and then widening, ears lengthening, body shifting under my hands. His eyes roll back, and his moan is orgasmic as his body settles fully into the shift.
With a shake of my shoulders, I join him, and he’s so much smaller now as I tower over him. I breathe hard, his scent filling my head, turning me wild.
“Jamie,” I say, voice thickening with lust. “I need you to do one more thing for me. Can you do that?”
“Yes,” he breathes. “Anything.”
The growl starts deep in my chest. “Run.”
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JAMIE
I run as fast as I can, high on the thrill, leaping over logs and creeks and angling for the woods. The further I get, the crazier I’ll drive Morgan. And it’s the only thing I want more than her on top of me, inside of me.
My blood rushes as I think about it, and I stumble, swearing as I get my feet back under me. I know my scent draws Morgan right to me, especially now that my heat is rising.
I run into the wind, so I can’t tell how close Morgan is, or when she’ll—
She hits me from behind, claws digging deep into my shoulders as she tackles me.
I don’t have any more fight in me today—I need her claws, cock, fangs deep inside of me.
And Morgan knows it. She flips me over so she can see my face, then pushes my legs up and readies my ass with her tongue.
I cry out at the surge of pleasure, startling a nearby flock of birds that roosted for the night.
There’s no teasing this time, just focus and desire.
Her cock presses in, and she braces a hand by my shoulder while her other finds my throat. Her eyes lock onto mine.
With her broad, long-fingered hand wrapping my neck, I realize why I liked the pressure of the collar so much. But it was nothing compared to this.
I cling to her wrist as she drives into me, each thrust pressing deeper. Every stroke brings new heights of ecstasy, of desperation. My cock spills across my stomach as a surge of inner slick lets her reach even deeper.
Pure fire and need blaze under my skin, the full moon and Morgan’s raging bonfire scent sending me spiraling deep into heat faster than I thought possible.
Morgan has never looked more raw, more human than she does with her pointed ears silhouetted in the moonlight, fangs glinting, muzzle pulled back, hope and fear whirling in her eyes, breath washing over me from her open-mouthed panting.
The base of my neck aches.
“Please…”
“Jamie…” Her voice is shaking, desperate.
“I’m yours…”
She moves her hand from my throat to brace against the ground, thrusting deeper and lowering towards me. Her knot swells, dragging through me, on the brink of tying.
“Jamie…” Her voice is almost a whine.
My head tips back, the pleasure too much to bear as Morgan pounds into me.
“Mor, please, fill me—”
Morgan growls and sinks her fangs into my neck, biting deep as she bottoms out her cock, knot locking into place.
I scream with ecstasy. The pain in my neck radiates outwards, becoming a tingling electric warmth. A profound calm spreads through me.
Morgan’s scent fills me—leather and whiskey and cedar and that roaring bonfire—turning my blood to liquid fire.
Her scent locks into my very cells, imprinting somewhere primal and deep. For once in my life, there’s no doubt in my mind: I’m hers.
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MORGAN
The taste of Jamie’s blood starts the cascade in my body, and I suck at his neck, drawing out more of that singular flavor. His scent drove me crazy before, and now this is something else entirely.
Because now there’s a little bit of me amongst his scent, a cedar forest planted alongside his sweet garden.
He’s mine.
He’s irrevocably, unquestionably mine.
This feeling that’s bubbling in my chest, that’s spreading through my limbs, that’s even sweeter than the throbbing in my cock—it’s happiness.
“My Jamie,” I purr in his ear. “My sweet, sweet Jamie…”
“I’m yours, Mor,” he murmurs.
“And I’m yours.” I know in my bones it’s the truth.