Chapter 18 #2
I can hear her voice in my mind. I’m pulled out of the euphoria for just a second, staring at her as my hips keep moving.
I can hear Morgan’s voice in my mind.
Only fated mates can do this, I think.
She stiffens beneath me, her eyes widening. “Wait—what?”
My movements falter and I go still with my cock still lodged inside her. I focus on her, feeling the string in my chest tug. Can you hear me?
A thousand curses echo through my mind, and I stifle a laugh.
“Get out of my head,” she snarls.
She’s angry. And a little scared. For a few blissful moments, I can feel her.
Her emotions, her thoughts, her pleasure, everything.
The desire she has for me, the sadness of being stuck in a place that hurt her, the worry that she’s not enough.
It all pours through me like a waterfall, but then I realize she can feel me too.
This sort of connection goes both ways.
Which means I’m just as exposed.
Panic courses through both of us at the unexpected vulnerability. Coldness snaps into place as we firmly push each other out of our minds. I can’t stop the disappointment that follows, but we’re right to do this.
How much did she see? How much does she now know just from those glimpses?
“Have I told you how much I hate you?” she rasps.
I lean over her, pushing my cock deeper. “Yes, but tell me again while you’re taking my cock. It’ll make me come.”
“Fuck you.”
But she rocks her hips, taking even more of me. I growl and graze her shoulder with my teeth, careful not to pierce her skin.
“You’re going to fucking bond us one day by accident if you keep doing that,” she says.
I should be more careful. When I’m not in my rut, it’s easier to be careful and sane and to avoid every primal instinct demanding I claim her here and now.
She’s mine. We shouldn’t be shutting each other out.
We should be opening up the connection even more.
I can let her see all of me, even the parts I don’t want to look at.
I graze the curve of her neck with my nose, breathing her in deep as I fuck her harder. She cries out for me, her eyelids falling halfway as bliss takes over. Her temperature burns hotter, her scent even stronger as the peak of her heat takes over.
“I’m here,” I whisper. “I’m yours. All yours. Give into it, Morgan.”
A tear squeezes out of the corner of her eye as she moans, shivering beneath me as her orgasm nears. She milks my cock, her muscles winding up as she edges closer and closer.
“Give in, baby,” I murmur. “You’re doing so well.”
Her voice is sharp and she arches beneath me. Her whole body shakes as she comes, her voice caught in her throat, devolving into a long moan full of pleasure. With a few more thrusts, I push my knot inside her. She takes it all with a shivering gasp.
A low moan leaves me as hot cum shoots from my cock, filling her with every desperate drop. I’m knotted inside her now, and it satisfies me in a way nothing else can.
She collapses beneath me with a satisfied hum. “That was good. Except for the mind thing.”
A dark chuckle leaves me. “We never have to talk about it.”
Morgan is quiet, but gives a slight nod. “Okay. But . . . It wasn’t your fault, Sylvan.”
My muscles freeze, her words clearing the orgasmic fog, like she’s dumped ice water on me.
“Don’t worry. I still don’t know who you really are,” she whispers. “And it’s not like I could see anything. I just felt it for a moment. But it’s not your fault. Wherever that guilt comes from.”
“And you’re not as useless as they always told you.”
My words prick, the same way hers do to me.
“What did you feel?”
It’s accusatory, her tone. As if I chose this for us. As if I’m the one who picked out the curse and bound us together for nine months in the same asshole sentient house.
“You shouldn’t have pushed into my head.”
“I heard you chanting my name,” I growl. “I’m not the one that reached out.”
She stiffens beneath me, anger radiating off her like a volcano. “I didn’t do anything.”
I scowl. Fuck this. Everything is always so difficult between us, and it has to stay that way.
“You deny yourself everything,” she whispers harshly. “And for what?”
“To make up for what I took.”
“And what was that? You’re not the one that killed them.”
She means my pack. My family. A defensive growl ripples through me. “No, but I am the reason they’re dead. And for that, I owe everything.”
“So you push away all that’s good? Your responsibilities?”
I snap my teeth near her ear. “Stop this, Morgan.”
She snorts. “Fine.”
“I have my reasons for not accepting a mate. But what are yours? Other than your self-worth being what it is.”
Having any sort of conversation while I’m knotted to her is a recipe for disaster. Not that the two of us aren’t the worst kind of disaster already.
Fury etches lines into her face. “Not everyone was told they would become a prince growing up, Sylvan. You’re an alpha and you grew up in a world that rewards that.”
“Omegas have never been lesser than—”
“In my world, they have been. I was blamed for everything. I was told I’m useless because I have no magic. Useless because I’m not an alpha. Useless because I’m not a witch like them.” She bucks her hips, and my knot is loosening. “Get off of me.”
Reluctantly, I ease my cock out. My knot pops free, and the moment I lean back, she’s up.
“Morgan,” I say with a wince. “Stop. Come lie down and let me—”
She spins around, her eyes glassy. “Let you what? Hold me so we can go back to hating each other tomorrow? To hating everything tomorrow? You don’t need to pretend you want to hold me. We can just fuck and make it through our heats without acting like we’re something more than cursed roommates.”
My heart thumps harder in my chest. I start to shift back into my other form, standing before her more man than monster. “Morgan,” I squeeze out. “I’m sorry. I do want to hold you—”
“No.”
Without another word, she leaves, the door slamming shut behind her.
Fuck.