Chapter 29
Morgan
My wrists are tied down to the bed. I can’t get free.
I stare at Sylvan’s monstrous cock like it’s both my salvation and personal hell.
It’ll fit. It always does. I don’t know how. But given that my magic can rearrange my guts to take a werewolf cock, I might actually be more powerful and blessed than I think.
“You’re thinking too much. Eyes on me, Morgan.”
His command is effortless. His eyes burn like two stars in the darkness and my pussy is weeping for him.
I don’t know if I can keep pretending I’m okay with us not taking our mated bond. Not when he looks at me like this. Yes, I’m in heat again, but my mind is clear. Every thought is the same one I’ve had over the last four weeks. I want him. I want him to mark me. I want him to be mine.
But he said no.
And I refuse to beg to be loved.
After the last heat, we didn’t talk for three days—until we both gave in one morning.
It was easy to settle back into our routine.
Arguing. Grocery shopping. Arguing. Researching dead ends.
Just a bunch of bandages we keep slapping on open wounds.
Then, of course, as the month goes on, it always gets easier for us to push those conversations away.
There are moments like when we carve pumpkins together and laugh until we both cry.
I know he wants me just as much as I want him.
Damn the consequences. That’s what I wish he would say. I wish he would sink his fangs into my shoulder and seal our bond together. Otherwise . . .
I don’t want to think about us rejecting it. A rejection from both of us would sever the fated mates bond, but the pain . . . the isolation . . . We might as well cut out our own hearts. It would be better to live with the bond unclaimed.
I never fucking wanted this, that’s the most frustrating part about it. I never wanted to fall for an idiot alphahole werewolf.
I hate him. But not nearly as much as I think I might love him.
“Are you going to just stare at me like that?” I growl at him.
“I could,” he says. “I could leave you like this all day, if I want.”
I hate how wet that makes me. Not that I want to be left alone tied up all day. I definitely don’t. But I love it when he dominates me like this. It almost makes me forget the sting that lingers from our conversations about the future.
I yank against my wrist cuffs, earning a devilish smile from him. I smirk right back, though.
“You’re not going anywhere, little witch.”
He fixed the bed. Not only did he fix the bed, he made sure to reinforce the frame so that it could take us fucking in it while he's in his werewolf form without snapping again. I bite my lower lip as he slowly unbuckles his belt. His head tilts as he watches me.
I yank against my cuffs again, wishing that I could touch myself. I already know that I'm wet, and honestly, I'm impressed that we've managed to make it this far into the day without fucking yet.
Our eighth full moon together. In a few days, Verena will be visiting us. I'm excited to see her, even though I know I’ll be just as glad when she leaves again.
We still have not heard from Sylvan's brother. Sylvan has assured me that it’s normal for him to disappear, but I wish he still would have let us know he was safe. Especially after everything we’ve learned.
“Still thinking too much,” Sylvan says.
“It’s hard not to.”
“Mm. I see.”
Sylvan rounds the bed, leaning over the side and dragging his palm up my legs. I whimper as he touches my breasts, his cock straining against his pants.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he murmurs.
He leans down and kisses each of my nipples, teasing me until I’m fully pulling against my restraints. Being touched like this with no way to relieve the ache is torture.
“Sylvan,” I groan. “You’re killing me.”
“I’m just getting started. I told you, I’m in a patient mood today.”
He did say that—curse him. Sometimes he says that, but then our heat and rut happen and there’s no fighting the pull between us. But today, he seems to be fully in control and enjoying it.
“I have plans,” he murmurs between sucking my nipples. “I want to see just how many orgasms I can give you. I know you’re up for more than three.”
Fuck. Damn this man and his patience, but also praise him because this is exactly what I want. And of course, he knows that.
Something presses against my clit, but it’s not his hand. I raise my head with a frown, and my eyes widen.
He has a toy.
“I’ve been doing research.”
Before I have a moment to say anything, Sylvan turns on the clit sucking device and my soul nearly leaves my body. I cry out, pulling against my cuffs as pleasure overtakes me. Sylvan captures my mouth against his, his tongue sliding against mine as he angles the toy just right.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. None of my thoughts are coherent anymore. All I know is Sylvan’s mouth on mine and the way he’s using this toy to pleasure me.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. “Fuck, I can smell your arousal. Are you slick, baby?”
I nod breathlessly, panting as another wave of pleasure hits me. I quake beneath him as my orgasm rushes through, my eyes squeezing shut as I ride the euphoria.
He pulls the device away, giving me a few moments of rest. I melt into the blankets as he kneels between my thighs. He has the look of a man trying to solve a fucking math problem, and all I can do is laugh when his brows pull together in a serious scowl.
“Now, I didn’t expect you to laugh.”
“You’re just so serious,” I giggle.
“Well, it’s serious business, making you come. I won’t knot you until I’m satisfied that you’re satisfied.”
“What is this? A customer service helpline?”
“Could be. 1-800-Make-Morgan-Come.”
“Too many numbers.”
He looks so mystified by my laughter. I’m still catching my breath from giggling when he fits the device on my clit again, a little smile tugging his lips. “Too many numbers, hmm?” He eases two thick fingers inside of me, then turns the device on.
Fuck. I know Sylvan can hear my curses in my mind, because now he’s chuckling as I rock beneath him, my moans filling the room. It’s almost too much, but I can’t imagine asking him to stop. My nipples harden, my body trembling as I chase yet another orgasm.
“Like I said,” he murmurs as I arch beneath him. “Serious business.”
“Fuck you,” I gasp. I’m coming as he captures my mouth against his, swallowing my little moans and whimpers as I relax beneath him. He smiles against my lips, but keeps kissing me.
And doesn’t turn the toy off.
I break our kiss with a yelp. “Sylvan, it’s too much.”
“You can take it.”
My eyes meet his and I can’t look away. There’s so much there, holding me in place. The kindness, the lust burning like an open flame, the teasing excitement. Every fleck of gold reminds me of a time he’s taken care of me, just like he’s doing now.
“You can take it,” he says again softly. “I know you can.”
“I want your knot,” I whimper.
“I know, baby. And you’ll get it when I’m ready to give it.”
The toy is driving me wild. My nerve endings light up with sparks of pleasure as it flicks my clit, all while he pumps his fingers in and out of me slowly. He’s taking his time, even though he’s made me come multiple times already.
“I hate you,” I sob, and it makes him smile as if I told him I loved him instead. “You’re a monster.”
“I am.” He leans down and sucks my nipples again, teasing me until my muscles are contracting and I’m crying out his name. “I like these restraints.”
Fuck you. It only makes him chuckle. I arch beneath him, sweat beading on my skin. I’m slick and messy and I don’t even care. He likes it when I’m like this, and I feel too good to be bothered by how he can see every single part of me in broad daylight.
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. I love your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, everything. I love your mouth, especially when you’re cursing my name.”
His fingers curl against this spot inside me that sends a fresh bolt of pleasure through me. I moan, my eyes rolling back as I rock my hips, wishing there was more to fill me. I’m aching for his knot, his cock, something.
“I love it when you tell me you hate me because I know you don’t.”
My heart starts pounding faster in my chest and I am watching him through barely open eyes, still moving with every driving thrust of his fingers. He adds a third one, the sound of my wet pussy filling the room.
“I love it when you make me a cup of coffee and it’s the best one I’ve ever had. I love it when you tie my shoe laces together to try and make me trip. You’re made of magic, Morgan. I love your magic.”
I choke back a sob as finally, a wave of relieving pleasure takes over.
I succumb to it completely, crying his name over and over as I break apart for him.
He pulls the toy away and turns it off, tossing it to the side as he stands and strips away his clothes.
I’m still recovering as he shifts, growing taller and wider and monstrous.
I hear his bones click into place and muscles stretch, and in moments, my werewolf bodyguard stands before me completely naked, his cock already hard and dripping, his teeth shining and ready to devour me.
I want to be devoured.
A whine echoes in my throat as he kneels between my legs. The bed creaks beneath us, but it’s sturdy. I’m pretty sure he reinforced it with steel so he can fuck me even harder.
“Are you ready to be bred, little witch?”
My mouth drops as he trails his claws over my breasts, leaving angry red lines all the way down to my pussy. He breathes in deep, huffing in my scent.
Mine. The crazed possessiveness is taking over and I pull against the cuffs, even though there’s no way I’m breaking free. I just want to touch him or suck his cock or do something to him, but he won’t release me.
“Sylvan,” I whine. “Let me go.”
“No. I don’t think so. You’ll ruin my plans if I release you.”
“Your plans?”
He pushes my thighs back until I’m folded in half and once again my eyes are wide. He’s being so . . . dominant. Not that he hasn’t been before, but he’s so sure of what he’s doing to me.
I look down, watching as the head of his cock presses against my pussy.
“I love that my cock was made to fill you,” he murmurs. His voice is full of awe, his head tilting as he looks down with a wolfish smile. He runs his clawed hand up my calf, his touch gentle. “Isn’t that right?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Why are you saying all these things to me?”
“Because I need you to know this is how I think about you every day. Even when you stress me out because you trip over invisible things.”
I narrow my eyes. “I don’t trip over invisible things.”
He chuckles. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes, my love.”
There’s no more room for argument as he eases his cock inside me, filling me inch by thick, pulsing inch. I have a moment to laugh before I’m crying out. It feels so fucking good to be stretched like this, and he’s right. His cock was made to fill me. I was made to take him.
Pleasure ripples as his knot bumps against me. His claws tear into the blankets next to my head as he leans over, dragging his cock back out all the way to the tip.
I open my mouth for his tongue, whimpering as he stretches me around him again. He sets a brutal rhythm, a demanding one. With every thrust, my cries are lost against him, and I’m drowning in the rising tides of lust.
It just feels right when I’m with him.
Like I’ve been waiting for him my entire life.
The more I’ve thought about it, the more I remember dreaming about a werewolf when I was younger.
A boy who ran wild in the woods. I’m convinced those dreams were about him.
And fuck, I want it to be true. I want the type of love where I can say yes, our hearts have been calling to each other since we were born into this world.
But I don’t know. All I do know is that I’m with him, and I’m his right now, and we only have three more months left of this stupid contract, and I’m going to lose him.
I’m going to lose Sylvan.
I don’t want to. I want him to tell me he loves me, not all the things about me. I want him to sink his fangs into me and claim our mating bond. I want to know we can rely on each other for anything.
Some people want a love that burns hot and fast, but I just want one that won’t leave me. My entire life, I’ve never had someone just simply stay.
Goddess, I want him to stay.
Something wet splashes against my cheek and I realize it’s a tear, but it’s not mine.
“Why are you so sad?” he whispers.
I can’t tell him the truth. “It’s nothing,” I say. “I’m just glad you’re with me.”
Sylvan cuts the straps to the cuffs with his claws and I gasp as he pulls my legs around his waist and sits back, seating me in his lap, his cock fully inside me.
I wind my arms around him, burying my face against his neck as I let him bounce me up and down, getting lost in the tides of pleasure.
The rise and the fall, the tightening and uncoiling.
Every muscle bursting with the throes of another orgasm, giving into everything he demands of me.
We keep going until his knot slips inside me, swelling and locking him to me. His arms wrap around my body as he groans, his cum filling me.
I nuzzle his neck, my eyes drifting shut. He’s thoroughly exhausted me, and most of my thoughts have quieted. Finally.
“I’m not leaving you,” he murmurs.
“What about after the contract is up?”
“We’ll find a solution.”
“Will you reject me?” My voice is so small, and it hurts to even say it out loud, but I need to know.
Sylvan reels back, his eyes widening. “Never, Morgan. I would never do that. Okay?” He pulls me back hard against his chest and holds me as tight as he can. I would never reject you.
I hope that’s the truth.