Chapter thirty
Ned
Three months later.
Waking up is so surreal. This is my bed. My room. My home. Everything familiar and known. Yet Morgan is snuggled up to my back, one arm slung over me. His wonderful scent is everywhere. And I am warm. Truly warm. Down to my bones. Like I am alive once more.
Not only that, I feel safe. And Loved. Cherished and wanted.
I still can’t believe this is my life now. It’s not some cruel and mocking dream. It is my reality. I’m so glad I was too weak to resist when Morgan walked through the shadows with a demon he used to be terrified of, to give me a bunch of roses and to ask me to be his.
I glance over at the baby monitor standing on my bedside cabinet. The picture is grainy, but I can see three lumps in three beds. The kids are still asleep in their room downthe hall.
When the extension is complete, our rooms will be next to each other, and I’ll be a lot more relaxed. Even though I know full well I’m simply being paranoid. The whole point of Morgan and the kids moving in was to have a house full of paranormals keeping them safe.
And there is all the excellent magical warding the Grand Master himself put around the house after the kelpie attack, and then strengthened after Blue’s stalkers. All in all, there probably is no safer place in the world than this house. So the kids being a little further down the hall than I would like, is fine. As much as I’m tempted to kick Lello and Carter out of their room. But I won’t. The extension will be ready soon enough.
A family annexe attached to the main house. It’s perfect. Morgan is a genius. We are going to have the best of both worlds. Some privacy, and the joys of my crazy found family.
A grin stretches over my face. Another wonderful thing happened yesterday. I saw Gray in the garden with the kids. Showing them bugs. I caught the look on his face, and he was besotted. Gray is soft for my children and that is a huge weight off my shoulders. They really are going to be safe now, with a demon uncle.
All that is needed for life to be absolutely perfect, is for Red, Brodie and Jade to be able to come home. But everything is pointing towards that being resolved soon. The Council are pissy with Baltazar. It seems he had fingers in a lot of pies and was up to all sorts of no good.
As for Jade’s fey problem, the Grand Master is being remarkably understanding. The gossip is that a fey dagger once found its way into his hands and caused all sorts ofproblems for him. So I guess he would feel hypocritical for blaming Jade for something he nearly fell sway to.
Add in the fact that Gray is in the process of making amulets that will stop the fey from being able to talk to their descendents, well, it is in the Grand Master’s interests to play nice with us.
Gray says he still doesn’t care if the fey invade, he just wants Red and Jade home. But now he has got a soft spot for the children, maybe he will be more motivated.
Which just leaves me with Baltazar’s flight to fret about. Even though the new leader, Carol, seems utterly uninterested in me or any kind of revenge. Hopefully vampires don’t do loyalty. That would be great.
Okay, that’s enough worrying. It’s time to get up. I’m filthy from last night’s fun and really need a shower. Then the kids are going to need breakfast.
Gently, I move Morgan’s arm off of me, but he stirs, puts his arm back and starts nuzzling my neck.
“Where are you going? It’s the weekend. There is no need to get up.”
Oh lord. The feel of his lips on my neck is divine. I’m too weak to resist this.
His hand slips over my hip and wraps around my cock in a very confident way that does all sorts of things to me. He strokes me, and that’s it. I surrender. I am staying in bed with this wonderful man and letting him do whatever he wants to me.
“Good boy,” he rumbles into my neck.
Fuck. Is he trying to make me cum instantaneously? Oh lord. This is heaven. I absolutely love that we have got to a place where we are both comfortable with him leaning into his dominant side.
He continues to kiss my neck. He slips a hand under me and starts using that one to stroke me. With his now free hand, he lifts up my leg and eases it backwards to rest on his thigh.
A strange noise spills out of me, and Morgan chuckles. I moan as his hard cock slides right into me. He knew I was still sloppy and wet from last night. Wonderful bastard that he is.
My body jerks slightly as he rocks into me with slow, lazy thrusts. His hand is still dancing up and down my cock. His lips are still sucking on my neck as if he is the vampire. It is euphoric. It’s beautiful. And most amazing of all, my heart is beating, truly beating. Low and steady.
His hand leaves my leg and trails over my body to my nipple. The first pinch makes me squeal. Then he twists and tugs, in time to his movements on my cock and his gentle shallow thrusts in my ass. It is exquisite. Sensory overload.
He keeps working me, over and over. The pleasure builds, slow and strong. A gradual thing of the utmost intensity. It is subtle enough to creep up on me, and before I fully realize what is happening, I’m a sobbing, writhing, twitching mess in Morgan’s arms.
“Good boy,” he rumbles again.
I soar on the very cusp of orgasm. His gentle thrusts are not quite enough. He is not going deep enough, hard enough, fast enough to push me over the edge, but it is more than enough to hold me there.
