Chapter 24
Sylvan
The Sixth Full Moon
The full moon isn’t enough. I want to touch her every morning.
Raspberry and violet wakes me up before the sunrise. My cock is already hard and my thoughts are consumed by everything Morgan.
Waiting until this day each month is slowly corroding me. Eating away at my resistance. I’ve sold myself the lie of loneliness, but she’s shaking that resolve.
I can’t hope for a future with her, and yet it’s all I can imagine.
There’s no point in putting on clothes, so instead, I go down to the kitchen naked and put together the breakfast I prepped last night.
The windows tremble as thunder rumbles outside.
We’ve had a storm over Hex Ridge for about three days now, and it hasn’t let up.
I have at least five buckets around the house catching leaks.
I really don’t understand why the house has leaks if it can open doors, but maybe even sentient houses need some TLC.
My plan is to patch them up later this week.
It doesn’t take long to cook the omelettes, make coffee, and blend a smoothie. But with every second that goes by, her scent gets stronger.
I need her to eat before we do anything. After feeling her pain for five days, I don’t think I can ever touch her during a heat without caring for her first.
Morgan is waking up. I can hear her heart beating through the walls. I can scent her arousal already and how much she needs the relief. I’m coming.
If you were, you’d be inside me already.
I laugh to myself. She’s disgruntled that I'm not already there. Maybe we need to start sharing the same bed the night before, since that’s where we end up anyway. Really, I’d take any excuse to hold her for two nights in a row instead of just one.
The bedroom door opens and I poke my head in. “You have to eat before—fuck.”
Morgan is naked and sprawled out on her bed. Her blankets and pillows are already arranged in piles around her, her skin slick with sweat. She looks like a goddess like this.
“You have to eat first,” I growl.
She answers by sliding two fingers inside herself. My knees go weak and I can’t stop watching as she pleasures herself in front of me. She’s so wet, I can see her glistening.
“I need you to eat,” I rasp. “Please.”
“After.” She props herself up on her elbows as lightning flashes outside. My thoughts are incoherent as she lifts her hand and crooks a finger at me.
I’m a strong-willed alpha, but nothing can stop me from going to her now. I place the tray of breakfast on her desk, shooting her a dark look. “You’re eating after.”
“Whatever you say, mate.”
I can’t tell if she’s teasing or not, but I don’t care. She is my mate even if we haven’t claimed each other. Even if we can’t.
My cock is already so painfully hard for her. I go to the bed and crawl between her thighs, tugging her hand away and closing my mouth over her pussy like a starved man. My tongue flicks over her clit and the sounds she makes for me are perfect. Her whimpering moans are music to my ears.
I want to do more, though.
Since the last full moon, all of my spare time has been devoted to learning about kink and BDSM. Not that I wasn’t aware of certain things before, but I’ve never been with someone before Morgan. I want to give her everything she desires.
All I learned from my research is that I have a breeding kink. And I like the idea of restraining her so she just has to take the pleasure.
I lick my lips as I look up at her. “I want to try something.”
Her fingers glide through my hair. “Noo. I want you to fuck me.”
Her whining makes me chuckle. “But what if I said I bought restraints so I can tie you down and fuck you?”
Morgan’s eyes widen and she sits up slightly. “You did?”
“Yes. I’ve been doing research.”
Her eyes narrow. “Research?”
I nod. “On kinks. BDSM. All the things.”
“I’m going to die without an orgasm, Sylvan. So while I love that you’ve been doing research on all the things, I woke up feral and in heat and in need of relief.”
The corner of my mouth goes up. “Yeah?”
“Yes.”
Her silky blue hair sprawls around her as her head plops back against the pillows. She’s truly a pillow princess right now, and her wish is my command. I’m going to make her come and then tie her down.
We have all day and night with each other.
I hold her half-moon gaze as I drag my tongue over her cunt again. She whimpers, her fingers gripping the blankets as I taste her. I breathe in deep, inhaling her scent. I want to roll around and cover myself with her smell like some sort of wild animal.
After tonight, we’re half way through our full moons.
That realization makes me pause for just a moment. Quick enough that Morgan doesn’t notice, but it’s all I can think about as I drive my tongue inside her.
Our time together is waning.
Even though we must spend the month after the eleventh full moon together, it’s not enough.
The Wolf Moon is so soon, but I want more.
I’ll always want more. Forever, for the rest of my life, I will want Morgan.
What am I supposed to do? Pretend that I can live without her?
I lived without her before, but there’s no after. How could there be?
I’m panting as I draw my mouth back and press kisses against the insides of her thighs.
Her skin is the softest thing in the world, like smooth velvet.
I butterfly those kisses up and down, inhaling her again.
My cock throbs and I know I’m making a mess with my pre-cum, but I don’t care. We’re going to make a mess anyway.
“Sylvan,” she moans.
“My pretty little witch,” I murmur as I kiss up her body.
I capture one of her nipples and suck in the same moment I thrust two fingers inside her.
She arches, her cry drowned out by the thunder that shakes the world around us.
I suck harder, teasing her nipple with my tongue and teeth as I pump my fingers.
She’s soaked, her skin is flushed, and she needs me to relieve this ache. “Turn over.”
Morgan complies and immediately rolls over onto her stomach. I kiss down her back as I grind my leaking cock between her ass cheeks, teasing her.
“Fuck, I need this,” she groans.
I smile against her shoulder. I need it just as much.
“We could be doing this every night,” I whisper.
She stiffens beneath me as I sit back. I grab my cock and line the head up with her pussy, waiting for her response.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“We could be doing this every night, instead of just on the full moon. You did tell me orgasms alleviate cramps. So at the very least, if you want of course, on your cycle . . .”
“Oh, I see.” There’s a smile in her voice. “You’re offering to be helpful.”
“Yes.” I notch my cock against her. “Helpful. Always.”
“Then for Selene’s sake, help me.”
I lean down and press one more gentle kiss against her back before I fuck her like a feral beast. I let it linger.
I want her to know I care for her. I want her to know I’m hers in every way possible—and that it’s terrible and cursed, because she deserves so much better.
I bottle up all of those feelings and shake them away in this kiss, trying to keep myself from drowning in the tide of hope, because it’s too much.
It’s too much to want her the way I do, but I’ll never stop.
Morgan cries out as I thrust inside her completely. Her back arches, her ass pressing against my pelvis as I grab her hips and start driving in and out of her. Her back muscles tense as she tightens her hold on the blankets, her voice lost in the soft fabrics as she takes me.
I focus on her shoulders. On the soft spot that would carry my mark so well. I could bite her now and we’d be one step closer to sealing our mated bond. If I mark her and she marks me, we’d be mates.
“Do it,” she moans.
My thrusts falter. “I can’t.”
“I want it so much.” She lifts her head and looks back at me over her shoulder.
“Not while you’re in heat and I’m . . . We can’t. We’re not in our right minds.”
Her pussy clenches around me as I drive deeper, needing to fuck these feelings away. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank. She’s instantly wetter around my cock, her throaty moan filling the room.
This is all we can give to each other. Mindless, all-consuming pleasure.
I growl as our skin slaps together. I’m not even in my werewolf form yet, and I’m fighting for control. He wants out. He wants to take over. But I want to try kink, like tying Morgan up, in my regular form.
I just don’t know if I can tame my wolfish side.
Leaning over her, I slip my arm beneath Morgan’s breasts and pull her hard against me, rolling us onto our sides. I scoop my other leg beneath her thigh and lift so I can angle my cock just right. Her back is flush against my chest, her little gasp making me smile.
I just want to sink my teeth into her. Maybe this angle was a bad idea. Especially knowing she wants it just as much.
“I can’t,” I groan. “Fuck.”
The only thing that’s going to help me right now is focusing on making her orgasm for me.
“Touch yourself while I fuck you,” I demand in her ear.
“Yes, Alpha,” she huffs.
Her words go straight to my dick. Her hand slides down to her clit, and I feel the vibrations of her motions as she touches herself while I fuck her. I slow down my thrusts with a growl, making sure every motion is deep and measured. She clutches around me, making the cutest whimpers in her throat.
I can’t keep myself contained any more. I hold her tighter as I let my body start to shift, never missing a thrust as my bones snap and muscles grow. Within seconds, Morgan is much smaller in my arms and her pussy is so fucking tight around my cock, I’m worried I shouldn’t have shifted.
“Too much?” I gasp.
“Keep going. I can take you.”
I’m so incredibly thankful for heat magic because without it, I’m not really sure what we would do. Morgan circles her clit faster as I thrust harder, my claws scraping her thigh. I hiss as I feel the pain, but I also smell how much more aroused she is. Her scent is heavy with her pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she moans. “I love it when you’re inside me.”
“I know you do,” I growl against her ear. “I want to mark you. I want to so much, but we can’t. We can’t.”
It’s breaking me, not being able to claim her. She lets out a sudden cry and I tighten my hold on her as an orgasm rips through her. Morgan trembles against me and I know she wants my knot, but I’m not coming inside her until after I’ve fed her and at least given her another orgasm.
I slow my thrusts as she melts against me.
She lets out a slow sigh. “I want your knot.”
“I know.” I scrape her shoulder playfully with my sharpened teeth. “After you eat your breakfast and drink your water.”
She growls at me, and it makes me laugh. It’s so cute when she tries that, as if her little show will change my mind. I rock my hips, my cock still fully seated inside her. Morgan’s lashes flutter, her lips parting.
“You’re going to do as I say. I want you to fuel up, so I don’t worry about you during your heat.”
“I want to keep going.”
“And we will. After I’ve cared for you.”
Her heart rate picks up, and I wonder why. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she whispers. “I just don’t think I’ll ever get used to someone else caring for me like you do.”
Good. I want to be the one always caring for her.
Morgan sighs. “Fine. I’ll eat your breakfast and drink water. But then you’re going to knot me and fill me with every drop of your cum, wolf.”
“As you wish, witch.”