Chapter 20
Sylvan
I wake up to the warmth of sunshine on my bare shoulders. Morgan’s scent is here, but it’s not the only one. My eyes fly open as I realize we’re not in the house.
I sit up and breathe out.
We’re still in the meadow.
We must have fallen asleep.
That was so entirely reckless of us, I feel like an idiot. My eyes scan our surroundings, but I relax when I spot a doe about ten yards away grazing.
A soft snore draws my attention and I look over at her. She’s curled up on her side. Her skin gleams under the morning rays. It’s not just the sun, though, I realize.
Morgan is glowing.
I simply stare at her. I’ve never seen her body do this before, but she smells like magic. Does she know she’s doing this?
The longer I know her, the less convinced I am that she’s a useless witch.
I hate how we left the last full moon. We haven’t talked about it, instead choosing to let our feelings fester.
Another month of arguing and tearing up the library and that cursed book for answers, only to have none.
There’s been no signs of darkness, and everyone in town actively leaves us alone.
We’re two outsiders stuck in this together.
With a sigh, I lie back in the grass. There’s an indent around me of my werewolf shape. I forget how massive I am in that form.
I turn over onto my side and drape my arm around her waist, holding onto the few moments where we can just be. My little witch is still glowing, and for now, I just bask in the warmth of her and the tinge in the air.
When she wakes up, we’ll probably fly apart again, but these few precious moments . . .
I can pretend I’m not broken. That I’m not a failure to not only myself, but to her. It’s unfair that I’m her mate. It’s unfair that I can’t have her.
I can have her.
But that would mean letting go of everything I’ve so desperately held onto for so long. Denying myself is as much a part of me as my fingerprints.
I press my lips to her shoulder, kissing each freckle until she stirs. The moment she’s awake, the glow disappears.
“We’re still out in the meadow,” I murmur when I hear her heart rate kick up. “We’re safe. You can keep sleeping if you want.”
Her spine stiffens, but she doesn’t push away from me. Instead, she leans back into me, her heart rate slowing again.
My rut is finished and her heat is gone. But the scent of her arousal is fresh. I close my eyes, my nostrils flaring.
We shouldn’t. We haven’t crossed this line when we aren’t under the influence of the full moon. Damn it.
I want her. I want her just as much now as I did last night.
I move my hand back, sliding it over her waist and slowly down the curve of her hip.
“We shouldn’t,” I whisper.
“I know,” she murmurs. “I want . . .”
I press my nose against her hair and breathe her in. She doesn’t need to finish her sentence, because I know exactly what she wants. And I feel like I’m robbing myself of something by not turning her over to face me, but instead, I lift her leg, angling myself against her.
Morgan sighs as I fill her. Her pussy tightens around me, milking every inch to the base. I tighten my hold on her, keeping her just like this as I start fucking her nice and slow.
She cups her breasts, rolling her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. I kiss her neck and shoulder as she shivers against me.
There’s nothing better than having her in my arms. I’ve never known this sort of bliss before her.
I moan in her ear as she meets my driving hips.
“Fuck,” she hisses out.
“Too much?”
“No. When you moan in my ear, it makes me feel good.”
Oh. I snort, smiling against her soft skin as I fuck her a little harder. If I were a smart man, I’d finish quickly and then take her back to the house and pretend this never happened.
But I’m not very good at playing pretend.
I’m not very good at resisting her either.
“You feel so fucking good on my cock,” I whisper in her ear. “It’s too good. Too fucking good.”
She lets out a low groan. Her hand moves down between her legs and she starts to circle her clit. I can feel the vibrations of the movements, her breath hitching as I tilt my hips at a slightly different angle.
“Right there,” she gasps. “Fuck. Please don’t stop. Right there.”
This angle pleases her. I feel her body tightening around me, her pussy squeezing me as she chases her orgasm. I’ve learned when she begs me not to stop, to not change anything about what I’m doing. Our skin slaps together, bodies melding into one and she takes me over and over.
“Bite me,” she moans.
She doesn’t need to ask for that more than once. I grunt as I clamp my dull teeth on her shoulder and bite down. I wish I was in my wolf form, mating her completely. Taking our bond and letting it knot us together forever.
“Fuck!”
I hold her against me as she comes, going still as she clamps around me. She shakes and whimpers until she finally goes still, melting into me.
I release my bite, kissing the red indentations there.
“It’s going to bruise,” I murmur. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
The deeply possessive part of me is satisfied that there will be something there to mark her as mine. I kiss it a few more times as I keep sliding in and out of her, my eyes squeezing shut as finally, I come inside her.
It’s rare we get these sort of blissfully peaceful moments. My mind is buzzing from the electricity of us.
The sound of a twig snapping ruins it all.
Morgan stiffens and I curse under my breath, pulling out of her. I raise my head, looking up from the grass and spotting a couple people on a trail in the distance.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“What?” she hisses.
She starts to sit up, but I keep her down, shaking my head. “They’ll pass, but not if they see your blue hair.”
“How in the fuck are we going to get back to the house without being seen naked? We should have gone back last night.”
My cum drips out of her, which is almost all I can focus on.
“Sylvan,” she growls, snapping her fingers. “We’re going to get in trouble.”
“By who?” I ask. “Who cares if they see us?”
“I fucking care. It’s not like I want all of Hex Ridge to see my bare ass.”
I growl. I don’t want that either. It’s ridiculous how possessive I feel about her, but I cannot stand the thought of anyone else seeing her like this.
“I’ll carry you back then,” I say. “But only once I hear them go.”
She presses her lips together. “I can walk back.”
“With my cum dripping out of you?”
Her expression pinches into a glare.
“Maybe I should clean it up,” I offer, smirking.
She swats my chest and I chuckle, grinning down at her.
“I hate you,” she sighs.
My chuckle turns into a deep laugh. “I hate you too.”
She shakes her head, but then gives me a small smile. Suddenly, her hand smacks mine again, and I realize I’ve been tracing shapes on her hip with my fingertips.
Reluctantly, I put a couple inches between our bodies and sprawl out in the grass until I hear the hikers are far enough to not notice two naked, freshly fucked freaks traipsing through the woods.
I get to my feet and hold out my hand, pulling her up. She combs her fingers through her hair, but it’s no use. We’re both a mess. My eyes roam over her body and it hits me.
This is the first time I’ve seen her fully naked in sunlight.
She’s beautiful. My shoulders soften as I look over her breasts and soft stomach, her hips and thighs. We’ve been doing this wrong the entire time, I should have been taking her during the day so I can see everything clearly.
“What?” Morgan asks pointedly.
“You’re beautiful,” I simply say. “I’m just enjoying the view.”
Her cheeks turn pink. “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”
I raise a brow. “Oh really? And here I am thinking you only like me when I have sharp teeth.”
“Oh don’t let making me orgasm go to your head. I never like you.”
My laugh rings across the meadow and I sweep her off her feet. For once, she doesn’t protest at my carrying her, and I start off toward the direction of the house. My beautiful angry omega witch is going to be the death of me, but for right now, she’s safe in my arms and full of my cum.
As her bodyguard, there’s really no better place for her to be.