Chapter 13 #2
“Yeah, but I don’t care.” He bites me again, this time even harder, his cock still hard. He’s still hard as he pumps his hips slowly. He’s not as large this way, but he’s perfect. I’m not having to work to take him, and everything just feels good.
“I’m making a mess,” I moan.
“We’ll shower after.”
“After what?”
“After I fuck you again.” His hands roam my body as he sits back. “I’ve waited this long and I’m greedy. You should know that about me.”
“You’re not greedy,” I snort. “I don’t think you take enough.”
His eyes flash, but he doesn’t argue.
This is us, I realize.
The sex before was us too, but it was us in a feral heat and rut craze. The full moon is long gone, the insanity has cleared, but the desire hasn’t subsided. It burns hot and bright.
Sylvan’s nostrils flare. “You’re beautiful.
Do you know that about yourself? How fucking gorgeous you are.
I love seeing you at the table in the mornings, grumpy and with your coffee and wearing clothing that shows me everything.
” His hips thrust again and I gasp as he hits the perfect spot.
My toes curl as he keeps going. “I know you’ve been doing it to drive me crazy, and it’s worked. ”
“I wear them for myself,” I correct, even though it’s a lie. I’ve definitely been trying to drive the wolf wild, and knowing it’s worked strokes my ego.
“Liar.” He drags his tongue down the curve of my neck and bites the soft spot that joins my shoulder again hard enough to leave a bruise. “I can smell when you’re turned on. I know what gets you going, Morgan.”
Fuck. Werewolves and their damn senses. I whimper as he kisses the bite, his fingers digging into my hips. His cum drips out of me as he starts fucking me slowly, taking his time. Every movement is deep and thorough, and soon I’m writhing mindlessly beneath him.
His lips brush against mine and it surprises me. I whimper as he nips and tugs my bottom lip, kissing me until my head spins.
“Sylvan,” I groan.
“I’m hunting you on the next full moon,” he growls as he thrusts deeper. “I’m going to chase you down and fuck you into the dirt.”
“Is that a promise?” I’m trying to tease him, but my words come out throaty and desperate. I want him to chase me. The idea of running from him has me throbbing around his cock.
His hips jerk. “Yes, it is.”
I don’t comment on his insinuation this means there will be a next time. That this isn’t a one-time thing. Whatever is here, we’ve crossed a line, and now we’re fighting whatever fate has given us.
I realize this is the best I’ve felt in days, if not weeks. All of my strength that’s been fading is already bouncing back.
Pleasure tightens my muscles and I arch against him. He’s still taking his time with me, and his patience is killing me. I slide my hand down between us, reaching for my clit—
Sylvan grabs my wrist and pins it above my head. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Touching my clit,” I whine. “I need more.”
“Then ask me for more.”
He smiles against my neck and thrusts harder, earning a cry from me. My nails scrape his shoulders, and I curse under my breath.
“Please give me more,” I demand.
“That’s hardly asking. More what?”
“Will you give me more orgasms?” I bite out.
“There we go,” he murmurs. “That’s my good witch.”
Before I have the chance to growl at him, he pulls out and flips me over onto all fours, wedging a pillow under my hips for support. Shock rattles me as he pushes my breasts into the blankets with a bit of force—the kind that has me dripping. I like being manhandled, and I want more of it.
So I tell him. “I really like it when you’re rough with me.”
He stills for a moment, even though the head of his cock is pressed right against my pussy. “Do you?” he purrs. “I worry . . .”
“You don’t need to. I’m not fragile.”
“But you’re not a werewolf. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I snort and push my ass back, taking part of his cock inside me, just enough to tease him. My pussy clenches around him, and I love the sound he makes in his throat.
“You’re not going to harm me. You would never harm me, remember? But hurt . . . I like a little pain . . . I guess you have to be able to handle it too though.” I look back over my shoulder at him with a sly, knowing smirk. “We both know you can’t.”
He knots his fingers in my hair and yanks hard enough that I gasp. My scalps stings, and every part of me tingles with excitement. “Are you trying to aggravate me, Morgan?”
“I don’t have to try,” I laugh.
His grip on my hair tightens and drives his hips hard, filling me again. I gasp as his cock starts to swell again, but I’m confused. How is he doing this in this form?
“I can partially shift,” he growls in my ear.
“I thought no werewolf can partially shift,” I pant. “How? How are you doing—oh fuck.”
“Because I’m not like other werewolves.” His cock is changing inside me, stretching me again until I’m so full, I’m sucking in breaths and shaking. An orgasm tears through me and I gasp as I clench down around him.
“An heir,” I say. “That witch called you an heir. To what? What are you, Sylvan?”
“Yours. That’s all you need to know.”
I’ve been hypnotized by his dick magic, because I can’t focus on asking him the million questions that immediately hit my mind .
. . then evaporate like steam. He pulls my hair as he sets a brutal rhythm, one that’s harsh and demeaning.
I meet every thrust eagerly, chasing the euphoric high of coming.
It’s a need that’s rooted in my chest, this desire to come over and over again for him.
To give into my most base and feral heat, knowing he’s going to take care of me.
His cock is hot inside me, his cum lubing me so I take him the way he wants me.
I look over my shoulder, and my vision narrows on him. Only him. The way his body is changing again and how in a matter of seconds, Sylvan is a full werewolf again, fucking me like I’m his own personal sex toy.
And goddess, I love it. This is what I want. I want to be fucked so thoroughly and so well I can’t even remember my name, and then I want to be treated like a queen. I want to be taken care of and loved. I want to be loved so terribly bad, that an ache rips in my chest.
“What’s wrong?” he gasps.
“Nothing.” I stifle my lie with a blanket and push my hips back. “It feels so good. More.”
“Needy.”
“It’s your fault.”
I feel his chuckle rumble in his chest as he leans down. “Touch your clit for me while I knot you.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice. I work my fingers between myself and the pillow under my hips, gasping as his knot bumps against my entrance in the same moment I touch my clit. I start to circle it rapidly, tremors of pleasure bursting through me like firecrackers.
“I can feel it,” he groans.
All I can do is nod. I circle faster as his knot pops inside of me.
Claws rake down my back, and he’s rough this time.
I’m pretty sure one of them has broken skin, but the pain and the pleasure are the perfect connection to send me over a third time.
I cry out as I come for him, his knot swelling even bigger than the first time.
More cum floods me. My eyes roll back as I feel his orgasm too, the tremors of it through whatever connection there is between us. All the panic I should have been experiencing over that discovery is diluted by the heavenly floating rush taking over.
For now, everything feels perfect. It’s blissful. I don’t have a single worry on my mind and all I focus on is his cock throbbing inside me. The way his scent washes over me like a balm. How our breaths sync together naturally.
My eyes start to drift shut, but he kisses my shoulder. “No sleeping yet. We wash up and we’ll sleep in my bed.”
“What’s wrong with my nest?” I mumble.
“Well, it’s currently drenched in slick and seed.”
He has a point. I don’t really want to leave the nest, but I nod reluctantly.
Sleeping in his bed for one night shouldn’t hurt anything. Tomorrow, we’ll wake up, and everything will be back to normal.