Chapter 26
Sylvan
The Seventh Full Moon
Morgan is fully asleep, and her heat has started.
It started about an hour ago, and I snuck into the bedroom and crawled in next to her, careful not to wake her. She just fits so naturally in my arms, regardless of what form I take.
When I make a promise, I always keep it. For the last few hours, all I’ve been able to do is stroke my cock and think about fucking her awake. I’ve never done something like this, but ever since she suggested it, I haven’t been able to stop imagining this moment.
She’s so soft. I trace the curve of her hips with my claws. I love her breasts and soft stomach rolls and the way her blue hair is so bright against the pillows. I love how her lips form a cute little pout while she dreams.
She’s on her side already, which is good. I angle my hips and slide the slanted head of my cock against her pussy.
Her pussy is drenched.
Fuck. My eyes roll back for a moment as she breathes deeply.
She doesn’t know what I’m about to do to her. There’s a part of me that’s deeply turned on by her trust in me to even do something like this together.
Morgan whimpers in her sleep. I go very still, but her heart is still beating at the same rate, and she’s not awake.
I’m going to come the second I’m inside her, I swear. Every muscle in my body is taut as I carefully push forward, filling her inch by inch. Her silken heat sheaths me like a vice, and I keep going until I’m completely inside her.
I stay still for a few moments. She lets out another whine, starting to stir. She’s dreaming, fast asleep, and my cock is inside her.
Fuck.
Morgan is asleep and taking my cock.
She’s perfect. Everything about her is perfect.
I slide my clawed hand over her breast and pinch her nipple. Her hips flex, her breath leaving her in a short gasp. Another whimper. I can feel her getting wetter around my cock, but I haven’t moved it again yet. I’m soaking my cock inside her, and it’s perfect.
My knot throbs as I rock my hips, dragging them back before shoving forward again.
Her heart is starting to beat a little faster, so I go still. I want her to sleep a little longer.
I wait until she quiets again.
I thrust hard and deep. Her pussy clenches around me suddenly and I stifle a growl as I realize she’s coming. Her breath hitches in her sleep and she stiffens, but she doesn’t wake.
Fuck. Holy fuck.
I nearly come, but I hold onto every shred of restraint, because I want to make her come again. I want her to wake up and realize my cock is inside her, just like I promised.
She whimpers, and as she starts to stir, I close my hand over her mouth and growl softly in her ear.
“Good morning.”
“Oh, fuck,” she says into my hand.
For a split second, I’m worried I’ve crossed a line. Even though she told be explicitly she wanted this last night, what if she changed her mind?
But then she moves her hips, taking as much as my cock as she physically can. Oh fuck. She feels so fucking good around me. I shudder inside her, my heart pounding in my chest. My knot pops inside her, and I shove her over onto her stomach, ramming into her with harsh thrusts.
She’s still half asleep. Her voice is groggy as she cries my name, pushing her ass back to meet every thrust.
Fuck, I want to always wake her up this way.
The bed frame groans beneath us, and all I can do is laugh. I’m going to fuck her through the mattress. The wood creaks and I hear it splinter, but I don’t stop, even as my thrusts break the bed.
She yelps as the mattress caves against the floor.
“Fuck,” she yells. “Did we just—oh fuck.”
I pull her hair and her eyes roll back. Her pussy tightens around me as she shudders, her second orgasm shaking her.
I groan as she squeezes me, and I push my knot inside.
Morgan’s nails scrape over me as it swells, locking us together right as I start to come.
My cum bursts inside her and I moan, my head spinning as I fill her with every drop.
We’re both panting. I release her hair and she sinks back into the blankets, her words ragged. “That was . . .”
“Really good,” I grunt.
All she does is nod. “Really. Did I . . . ?”
“Come while you slept? I think so.”
“I thought I was dreaming,” she moaned. “I dreamed you were fucking me. This was better than I dreamed.”
I give her a wolfish smile. Her words satiate every primal part of me. I drag my tongue over the back of her neck and then settle, although I don’t put my full weight on top of her.
“We broke the bed,” she giggles.
“We did.” I chuckle. “I’ll fix it. Or replace it. I’m sure there’s someone somewhere that sells bed frames for werewolves in rut.”
“Oh, I’m certain.”
“And if not, it can be our get-rich-fast scheme.”
She laughs again, and it makes me smile, because . . . Well, I’ve been making her laugh a lot more lately. And it’s a lot better of a feeling than making her frown. I’ve been so jealous of the way other people can make her smile. It feels nice to know I’m the one doing that now.
Seven months. It’s been seven months of being with Morgan, and I can barely think of what happens after. A few people have reached out to me asking if I’m open to other jobs. I keep politely declining them all.
Maybe I keep hoping something will change. I don’t know what, though.
“Does my fur still drive you crazy?” I murmur.
Morgan makes a noise in her throat. “What do you mean?”
“When it gets everywhere.”
“Oh. No, because you clean up better now.”
“Is it good enough to do it forever?”
Morgan stills beneath me. “Forever?”
I shouldn’t have said that. I don’t know what I was thinking. I wince, immediately searching for a way out.
“I mean, yes. Good enough for forever.”
I stare down at her. “Morgan . . .”
“You keep saying we can’t do this,” she whispers, and—fuck.
Her smile is gone. It’s gone, and I took it away, because I’m an idiot.
“You keep saying we can’t, but then you ask me things like this.
And I don’t know, Sylvan. I’m supposed to be house hunting in Boston.
I’m supposed to be planning out how my life will be now that I’ll have some savings.
But I can’t think about any of that because of you. It’s all your fault.”
“I’m sorry,” I murmur. I nuzzle her cheek with my nose. “I keep declining jobs.”
“Really?”
I nod. “Yeah. I’ve had some offers, but I don’t know what I want to do after . . .”
“After the contract.”
We’re both quiet. I try to find the perfect thing to say, but really, I don’t know what it is. I’m at a loss for words.
“But you won’t take a mate.”
“It would put you in danger.” And that fact is killing me.
“Even though I’m already in danger.”
“I can’t jeopardize you more,” I say sternly. “Your safety is priority and—”
“What if I don’t care? Isn’t it my choice?”
My knot is still inside her, and we’re bordering on an argument. “It’s both of our choices. I won’t mark you so long as I am a danger to you.”
My chest hurts, and I know my words hurt her enough that I’m feeling her. But it’s the truth. I can’t mate her so long as I can cause her pain. I just can’t do that to her. It’s not fair, not after everything she’s gone through.
She doesn’t say anything else, even as I ease my knot free. I slide off the bed and shift back into my regular form, surveying the damage. But it doesn’t seem to matter, not when I know I’ve hurt her. Again.
I sit down on the mattress and slide my hand toward her, hooking my pinkie in hers.
“I want this,” I whisper. “More than anything else.”
“I just think we could have it,” she says softly. “And I think we both deserve that after everything that’s happened to us. Don’t we deserve a chance at happiness?”
“You do,” I say. “More than anyone else, you do. But I can’t be the one to give it to you until I can make sure you’re safe.”
“Okay,” Morgan sighs. She pulls her hand away and sits up.
“Okay. We’ll just stick to our prior arrangement then.
Sex on full moons. Nothing else between.
We have the Blue Moon, November, December, and part of January left.
I’m not sure if we even have to deal with it in January since that’s when the contract is up.
Sex is just a tool to keep us sane. And then you’ll be free of me soon. ”
“Morgan—”
“No. Don’t do that.” She wraps a blanket around her shoulders and gets up, carefully stepping away from the bed. “If you don’t want it, that’s okay. You’re a prince, and what am I? I’m a broken witch.”
“You’re more than that—”
Morgan shakes her head and goes to the door. “I don’t want to hear it right now. Okay?”
My silence is enough of an answer.