Chapter 12 #2
I capture one of her hard nipples between my lips and suck, cupping her breasts as I worship each of them.
This is natural, I realize. Everything I do feels right.
She whimpers, bucking her hips against me.
My cock presses against her stomach, growing harder every second, my knot throbbing as I continue kissing across her collarbone.
More, more, more. Greedy, so greedy. Ripe raspberries burst on my tongue and woodsy amber and the sweetest violet intoxicate me.
I can’t get enough of her. After all this time, I just can’t get enough.
I need her under me like this every day for the rest of my life.
“Sylvan,” she whimpers.
Yes. I like the way she says my name when it’s like that. I kiss my way back up to the curve of her neck and suck in a breath as something hot tears through me. The wolfish part of me is howling, scraping at my ribs, demanding to be free with such a ferocity that I’m almost scared of myself.
Fuck. There’s no fucking way, but I feel like I’m going into my rut again.
Morgan’s legs wind around my waist, her fingertips digging into my shoulders. “What’s happening to you?”
“I think I’m . . .” I trail off when a wave of dizziness hits me. My bones start to crunch and I immediately shove myself away from her. It should be impossible, but I know what’s happening. “I’m going into a rut again.”
Her pretty eyes widen as I start to shift into my werewolf form. My blood boils and muscles snap and bones break as everything changes. I suck in one last breath before everything changes, my vision turning like a kaleidoscope.
Morgan’s scent is more potent this way. Every primal instinct is dragged to the surface, raw and exposed like a wound.
“Take your clothes off,” I demand.
She shrugs out of her shredded shirt and then pushes her soft pants down, along with her panties. The scent of her arousal hits me and I growl, low and deep.
“Spread your legs and show me what’s mine.”
Morgan narrows her eyes on me. “I don’t know, wolf. I may be in heat, but I belong to no one.”
“We’ll see. Spread them.”
I don’t know how she summons sass while in this condition, but she does. She eyes me as she grabs her knees and spreads them, revealing her pussy to me.
I’ve never seen a pussy like hers and for a moment, my body weakens with gratitude.
I need to worship her.
Another growl echoes through the room as I lower myself down. My vision is dichromatic, except for Morgan. She’s in full color and beautiful. I can see every detail of her, from the brilliance of her blue hair, to the freckles that dot her skin, to how slick and pink her pussy is.
There’s nothing between us right now. No resistance, no clothing, no arguments or trying to drive each other crazy. We just exist in this room, along with the pent-up desire I’ve felt for weeks.
She’s perfect. Every single part of her is perfect, and I finally get a taste of that perfection.
With a groan, I bury my muzzle against her cunt, dragging my mouth over her and finally tasting her. Her slick coats my tongue and I moan, dragging her hips closer. She gasps as my tongue slides inside her, just enough to have her whimpering.
Finally. It was worth the wait, all these years. I’d wait a thousand more just to have her.
Her fingers knot in my fur. I listen to her heart thunder in her chest, the force of it awakening something inside me. She is safe with me. I’ll give her everything she needs, and she’ll feel better.
Morgan rolls her hips against my jaw, her hands releasing me as she covers her pouty mouth, stifling a cry. I push my tongue deeper, my teeth scraping her skin.
“Fuck,” she groans. Her voice is heady with pleasure. She writhes beneath me, her hips moving faster. “Please. Oh goddess, please.”
A low chuckle leaves me. The goddess isn’t in this fucking room with us, it’s just my wolfish self and her. I pull my long tongue from her pussy and lap at her clit, holding her in place before she moves too much. Her back arches, her nipples straining as she releases a throaty cry.
“I’m so close,” she pants. “Sylvan.”
I can feel it. Her orgasm is right there, and I know what she needs to push her over.
I retract the claws on one hand and carefully push one of my fingers inside her, filling her completely.
She’s so much smaller than me in this form, and I take my time.
Yes, she’s in heat and she’s drenched, but I want to work her up to taking my cock.
I keep circling her clit with my tongue as she takes my finger, and I pump it in and out of her until I feel her clenching around me.
“Fuck.” Her cry is sharp as she bucks, her muscles tensing as she yells again. She freezes on a gasp as she comes, her body trembling beneath me. Her pussy milks my finger, her breaths ragged. “Finally.”
She melts beneath me. I don’t remove my finger, though, instead slowly adding a second.
She stretches around me with a whimper as I drag my tongue over her stomach and to her nipples, biting and teasing them gently.
I don’t want to break skin, but I still nip, enjoying all the perfect little sounds she makes just for me.
My cock is hot, my knot pulsing. More than anything, I want it to swell and lock inside her as she takes every drop of my cum. I want to breed my little omega witch until it’s dripping out of her, marking her as mine.
And she is mine.
It’s not even dinner time yet. I have her until her heat ends, and I’m going to make sure both of us get everything we’ve been secretly yearning for.