Chapter 13
Morgan
Sylvan’s massive werewolf form fills my nest. I like that he’s in my space. It feels right, like I’ve been waiting for this. His breaths are hot against my skin as he drags his tongue over my body, tasting and worshiping.
No one has ever kissed my stomach before, but he does. He lingers on some of my stretch marks, licking them like they’re the sexiest things he’s ever seen.
This is Sylvan. But when he’s in his monstrous form, there’s something different about him. Primal and unguarded and demanding. Eager to please me.
I run my hands over his bulky muscles, feeling his shoulders and biceps. His arm is thicker than my thigh, his shoulders broad. He wouldn’t fit on my mattress like this, I’m certain.
The orgasm had eased my heat, but only for a moment. Just enough for me to have a full minute of clarity.
Sylvan just made me see stars with his tongue. He’s better than my dreams of him a few days (or hours, minutes?) ago. I don’t even know. I’ve been locked into a haze of suffering. I’ve never had a heat like this before, one that was so painful.
Having him here is like breathing oxygen after choking on smoke. All the pain was finally easing.
I should be fighting this, but I can’t. I won’t. I need him and want him and damn it. I was going to have my mate.
I reach down between us, closing my hand around the head of his cock. My eyes widen as I realize just how big he is. He’s fucking huge. There’s no way I’m going to be able to take all of him, but I won’t find out unless I try.
“Keep stroking me.”
I shiver from his command. It’s nothing like the forceful one he used at the market. This is different. It’s commanding, but it’s feeding off the desire we both feel.
My entire life, I’ve taken care of myself. I’ve done my best to do everything perfectly. Having him here, telling me what he wants, commanding me—it’s a relief. I’m relieved to hand over control.
I trust him. He is my bodyguard and I know he’ll do anything to protect me.
Sylvan straddles my hips and leans back, his heavy cock slapping down and landing between my breasts. The head is right near my mouth. I part my lips, my tongue darting out and swiping away the beads of pre-cum there.
He growls, his head tipping back. I do it again, savoring the taste of him. A feral craze is taking hold and all I can think to myself is that I want him to chase me. I want to run through the woods and be hunted down by my mate and—
“Fuck,” he snarls. His teeth flash in the golden evening light, shadows dancing around us. His eyes glow as he looks down at me, his breaths uneven. “I need to knot you. I need to be inside you.”
I want to suck his cock, but even more, I want him inside me too. He readjusts his body, nestling his hips between my thighs. His claws dig into the blankets next to my head, tearing fabric.
A soft hiss leaves me. “Don’t ruin my nest.”
He chuckles. “Sorry. I’ve never done this before.”
Never? What does he mean?
He can’t possibly mean he’s never had sex. My brain short-circuits as Sylvan lines the head of his cock with my pussy, nudging my entrance.
“What do you mean?” I moan. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yes. I’ve never knotted anyone.” He sucks in a breath, moving his hips in a way that pushes the head of his cock further. He wasn’t inside me yet, though. Just the sloped tip, easing me apart. “I’ve never had sex. I’ve done other things, but I’ve never gone this far.”
“Then how are you so good at this?” I rasp.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think while we’ve been stuck in this house together.”
Fuck. I’m still reeling from the admission as he tilts his hips, pushing further in.
“You’re too big like this,” I groan. “I don’t know if it’ll work.”
“We’ll try,” he grunts. “If it doesn’t, I’ll shift and fuck you every way possible in my other form.”
A whimper leaves me at that promise. I want him to fit. And maybe some twisted part of my ego is what makes me want to take every thick crimson inch.
His claws tear into the blankets again, his muscles straining as he controls every movement. I gasp as he pushes inside me and he chuffs, his eyes burning like molten gold as he stares down at where we’re joined.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “You feel so good. I didn’t know it was like this.”
I love hearing him say that more than I expect. For a moment, I’m completely pleased. Proud, even.
Sylvan cocks his head, his gaze fixed on my face now. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I admit. “I like being yours.”
A growl tears through him and his hands grip my hips, lifting me slightly with an ease that’s startling. His claws dig into my skin, but it feels good. The pricks of pain only turn me on more, which I didn’t think was possible.
My clit throbs, my heart hammering as he eases in another inch. I moan as my pussy stretches around him, and I’m entirely certain that I’ll only be able to take him like this when I’m in heat.
But I can take him.
“More,” I pant. “More. I want your knot, Alpha. Please.”
Sylvan’s snarl is full of lust as he thrusts deeper and deeper until I feel a bulge bumping against my entrance. I arch, gasping as he pauses.
“I can take it,” I promise. “Please. I know I can.”
“I don’t know how . . .” He looks down at me with reverence in his gaze, soft and warm.
Something tugs in my chest, like a string being pulled. A bond.
We’re playing dangerous games. I’m in heat, he’s in his rut, we’re not having protected sex and I’m begging him to knot me.
“You can’t mate me,” I rasp. “Promise me you won't.”
“I can’t.” He sounds broken for a moment, his expression hardening. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No. I don’t. Do you want to?”
A soft chuckle leaves him and he rocks his hips. “No, Morgan. I think I’ll die if I stop.”
“Give me everything.”
Sylvan leans down and I part my lips for him, taking in a kiss that rocks me to my core. All the fires are stroked again and I’m burning up for him. I pant as his tongue swipes against mine, a growl rumbling in his chest as he holds my hips, keeping me in place as he thrusts forward.
I cry out as I take him, my muscles aching as they give way to his knot. I’ve never felt so full of cock in my life before. I wind my arms around his thick neck, holding onto him as best as I can as he starts to fuck me.
He holds me to his body as his knot pops free and then he starts to pump in and out, setting a rhythm that has me screaming his name.
Mindless pleasure ripples through me as I take him over and over.
There’s nothing more right for me, for us.
My body trembles as more pleasure floods my veins, a euphoric feeling taking over.
The sound of our bodies slapping against each other fills the room, his scent soothing me, tempting me, pleasing me.
I gulp him in as I chase my orgasm, feeding off the energy in the room.
There’s magic between us. I’ve never felt this alive before, every cell in my body is awake and desperate for him.
“Morgan,” he pants. “Fuck. I can’t—I can’t hold out much longer.”
I don’t want him to. I want his cum to flood me. I want him to mark me, to scent me.
“Please.”
My whimper sends him over the edge. Sylvan drives into me hard enough, his knot pushes inside me, swelling right up against a pleasure point inside me.
I cry out as my orgasm hits as heat floods me—this time it’s his cum.
He’s coming inside me, filling me with every drop of his seed, and that’s what makes me scream in pleasure.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes.”
His arms circle me and he lifts, holding me to his chest as he pumps me full. I groan as he sits back, my legs straddling his lap, his cock knotted inside me. Being on top, gravity works for us, and I swear I take even more of him.
He nuzzles the side of my neck, his tongue working gentle circles over my pulse. I know my scent is strongest there. I know he wants to bite me and mark me as his, because I want it too.
But we can’t have that. It’s too complicated. The idea of taking a mate scares the shit out of me.
Sylvan doesn’t bite me, but he doesn’t stop kissing and licking that spot. Tiny shivers roll up and down my spine and I whimper. It’s like he’s found a pleasure button, and he keeps pressing it, keeping me taut and ready for another orgasm.
“I can’t believe you’re a virgin,” I say into his thick, hairy chest.
“Was.”
He thrusts up harder, stealing my breath. I press my face between his pecs, breathing in his scent as he does it again.
I’m so full of his cum. My eyes flutter as I feel my body finally relax. It’s been days of pain and suffering and hating myself, and all of that’s been chased away by his comfort. And by his cock.
There’s no light in the bedroom now except the glow of his eyes. He drags his claws up and down my spine, careful not to cut me.
I lose track of time. I don’t know how long his knot stays inside me, but eventually he stirs too.
“I’m taking you to my shower,” he says.
“As a werewolf? You’ll make a mess.”
His teeth graze my skin, and I stiffen.
“Sylvan,” I whisper.
“I want it so badly.”
“We can’t.”
“I know.”
For once, I feel a burn in my chest, but it’s not my own pain or distress.
It’s his. I blink back tears as he slowly shifts back into his other form, his cock still inside me.
Even not into his werewolf form, his body is hard and muscled and broad.
My legs wrap around his waist with ease, and he lays me back on the blankets right as his cum starts to drip out.
Sylvan’s lips meet mine in a hungry kiss. I appreciate how different he feels right now, and yet it’s still him. The way he touches me, the way he demands pleasure from me, is hungry.
He does bite my shoulder this time, but because he’s not a werewolf, there’s no threat of marking. I gasp as the pain pairs with pleasure, and he groans.
I smile against the side of his head. “You can feel that too?”