I ease him back so I can look at him. “You never thought to ask that part?”
He shrugs, but a blush creeps over his cheeks. “Luke said it usually happens during sex, and I didn’t really want to have that conversation.”
“Usually, yeah. I mean, I think there’s a few ways to do it.” Fuck, I can feel my own cheeks colouring up as I explain. My brain is already ten steps ahead. “You need to bite with intent. Go deep enough to break the skin and mean it with your whole self.” I clear my throat. “Sex is intimate, so your mind is alreadywhere it needs to be, and most people find it easier to channel that intent while fucking. Coming, specifically.”
“So we have to fuck?”
Hearing him say the words sends a shiver through me.
He grins. “You like the sound of that, huh?”
“Yes.” I don’t have the capacity for a witty comeback right now, so I go with, “More than you can imagine.”
“Oh, I think I have a pretty good imagination.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that right?”
“Yes. But I don’t want to have to use it, so come on.” He wriggles until I set him on his feet, then walks over to the bed, looking around. “We’re alone.” He tilts his head, and I realise he’s listening for anyone close by.
So we can fuck.
And bond.
Here.
“No fucking way.” I march over to him and pick him back up. He’s heavier as a shifter, but I’ve still got a few inches on him. “If we’re really doing this?—”
“We are.”
“Then we’re not doing it anywhere other than my room.”
“Fine, just hurry up and get us there.”
I manoeuvre him until I can look him in the eye. “I’m going to ask you one last time: are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes.” No hesitation, no lie detected. “I want you.”
“I want you too.”
I don’t care that half the fucking pack probably heard that conversation, although I’m not about to remind Morgan of that. I march out of there and practically run up the stairs to my room with Morgan laughing in my arms.
That laughter dies the second I close the door behind us.
He breathes in, pupils dilating, and the sound that rumbles out of him has me walking him over to my bed and lowering him onto it. “It smells like you in here.”
“It’s my bedroom.” I grin down at him. “You like it?”
“Yeah.” He licks his lips, teeth once again this side of too sharp. “It’s just... a lot.”
It is.
Especially for someone newly turned, whose senses are on overdrive right now.
It’s why I brought him up here.
He grabs my T-shirt and hauls me down for a kiss that steals my breath and any reservations I might still be clinging on to. There’s no fear in this kiss, no doubt or hesitation. I close my eyes and give in to the feel of his warm body under mine, the scent of his arousal almost enough to eclipse the taint of Birch.
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and we’re nowhere near finished yet.
