“Hmm.” She tilted her head to the side, seeming to consider me. “Get back up here, wolf. You haven’t even kissed me properly.”
She was right. I’d been so preoccupied with everything else, I’d forgotten the most crucial step. But the debauched aroma coming from between her legs set me on a side quest. I couldn’t resist.
I lowered down and licked her clean, savoring the taste of our combined release. It was honey and peaches and salt, all rolled together. It sent another groaning pang of arousal down to my cock, which throbbed to life again. When I was a younger wolf, my refractory period could be minutes, maybe half an hour at most. I hadn’t known those days in a long time.
But now…fuck, the combination of us charged me up again. She whimpered and rolled against my face, sliding her slick from my chin to my nose, and I drank it up, gripping her thighs, willing her to come again.
There was no greater pleasure than watching her break with her legs pressed against my ears.
CHAPTER 5
Morwyn
Fenris brought me to another devastating orgasm before he climbed up my body and settled his weight between my legs, grabbing one cheek with his giant palm so he held my face steady to his. When he leaned down to kiss me, my world fell apart. He was soft and tender and tasted like us. My wolf howled with exhilaration, having finally found someone so well matched to what she liked.
Our tongues wrestled together, eagerly taking what the other so willingly gave. When another bout of pheromones purged out of me, Fen repositioned himself at my core and surged inside again. This time was slower than before. He stared into my eyes, cradling my head as he calmed the storm inside my body. His heavy muscles flexed on top of me, and he whispered filthy things meant for only my ears.
“I want my cum dripping out of you for days,” he said. “I want you sore and tender and knowing it was me who did it to you.”
I never had a chance. I came apart easily under him, almost like he was made for me, almost like the fates had deemed it so. We climaxed together again, and in the lull afterward, he tucked me into his side and wrapped an arm over my waist.
“Get some sleep, little wolf,” he said. “You need rest.”
I closed my eyes, and for the first time in so very long, I dissolved into a deep slumber that wasn’t encumbered by whatever was going on at the infirmary. Thoughts of my patients and the pack were so far away. Briggs had told me they’d call me if they needed me, not that I could do anything about it in that moment, even if they did. No, I let myself have this one moment of selfish biology, and when it was through, I’d get back to the grind.
My fever lasted well into the next day and the day after that. Every time my magic surged, Fenris sated it with whatever I needed. He fucked me hard and slow. He listened to my commands and heeded them with expert precision. And when I couldn’t articulate what I wanted, he took the lead and drew it out of me until I sobbed and cried and begged him to stop.
Finally, on the third day, my heat broke. The magic dulled from a scream to a shout and, finally, to a whimper, receding into the darkest crevice inside my soul. My entire body ached. My mind was foggy. And I felt like I needed to get up and go home to recover alone.
But Fen wouldn’t let me.
“Here, eat,” he said, sitting on the side of the bed with a plate of chicken, rice, and vegetables. I reached out to take a piece, but he pushed my hand away with feigned offense. “How dare you. Open your mouth.”
I narrowed my eyes skeptically but did as he asked. He picked up a slice of meat with his fingers and placed it on my tongue, watching with a glimmer in his eye as I chewed and swallowed.
“Good girl,” he hummed.
The praise rocketed down my sternum and settled between my legs, surprising me in the most deviant way. After the last three days, I wasn’t sure I could even think about sex, let alone be aroused by something as simple as two words.
He fed me slowly, making sure I finished every bite, and then he fixed me a glass of water before tucking me under the covers again and wrapping his massive body around me from behind.
“Rest,” he said. “You need it.”
It shocked me how easily I gave in to it. I closed my eyes and let the warmth of this temporary heaven devour me.
When I woke some time later, the room was dark. We’d passed the day in quiet slumber, but the last remnants of the heat had left me. Now I just felt exhausted from it all. Fen still slept next to me. He lay on his back, one hand on his stomach, his face turned the other way.
I stared at him, memorizing his relaxed features and strong, capable body, sculpted from years riding a bike and working on the homestead. His dark scruff accented his perfect pouty mouth, and his square jaw gave way to that delicate spot where his neck met his shoulders. His scent permeated from it, and my fangs throbbed, practically begging me to lean in and bite.
Claim.
My wolf whined at the image of him walking around with my marks on his shoulder, my scent mixing with his, my claim right there for everyone to see. I closed my eyes and shook that thought away.
No reason to read more into this.
He was helping me out, just taking care of me like any other packmate would. Hell, I’d thrown myself at him, my instincts uncontrollable. He’d done what anyone else would do. A scalding wave of embarrassment sank into my gut. I’d only ever been so vulnerable around two or three people in my life, and never one so close to my family.
He must think I’m a mess.
