“Get naked,” he mumbles between kisses, tugging so hard on my T-shirt that it rips down the middle. His delighted laughter pulls a smile from me as I discard the ruined fabric.
“I would’ve taken it off.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I shrug out of my jeans before he can shred those too, but his fall casualty to his new fascination with shifter strength and claws. As does his underwear.
“You’re going to get through so many clothes.”
“Don’t care.”
And neither do I because Morgan’s lying naked, splayed out on my bed, and as far as I’m concerned, he can stay that way forever.
“What you waiting for?” He lifts his chin in challenge, then deliberately traces the edges of Birch’s bite mark.
My growl echoes around the room, teeth and claws sliding out.
“Come on, Lynx.” He tilts his head to the side, exposing more of his throat. “I need these gone.”
I’m on him before he finishes speaking, hands running up thighs that tremble when my claws connect with warm skin. I kneel between his legs. If I get any closer to his throat right now, I’ll bite him. And I can’t, not yet. Not until I’m inside him.
His cock twitches as I lean down and lick a stripe along the length of it.
“Teeth,” he hisses.
I grin, then run my tongue over the tips of my fangs. “I’ll be careful.” With Birch’s mark on him, there’s zero chance of me pushing this half shift down enough to blow him. I’m too on edge, my wolf way too close to breaking free.
I need to fuck him.
Bite him.
Make him mine.
And me his.
They’ll be plenty of time for everything else, after.
Because we’ll bebonded.
It’s the first time I’ve let myself believe that, and the surge of hope and excitement swells outward from my chest to the tips of my fingers. I want it so bad, a whine escapes, low and plaintive. Strong fingers slide into my hair, gently tugging my head up from where my forehead rests against the top of his thigh.
I meet Morgan’s gaze.
He doesn’t ask me what’s wrong. Doesn’t need to because he can feel it, smell it, can probably see it written all over my face. I say it anyway. “I need you,” I whisper, nipping along the edge of his hip. I soothe the marks with my tongue, and Morgan arches into my touch with a moan.
“I’m here.” He tugs me up his body until I’m lying on top of him, my cock heavy and hard against his. He rolls his hips, rubbing against me, and it’s so fucking good I could easily get off like this.
The scent of arousal thickens, mixing with my scent, with Morgan’s, a heady combination that stokes a fire deep in my belly.
He grabs my arse and tugs me closer, head pressed back into the pillow as we grind against each other again and again, until I’m in danger of coming.
“Stop,” I hiss, rolling off him and landing on my side. I trail claw-tipped fingers low over his belly, loving the way he shivers, his stomach contracting.
“I want to kiss you,” he says, reaching out a hand to cup my jaw, thumb ever so gently pressing against the tip of a fang. “Can you get rid of these, just for a second?”
I shake my head. “Can’t. Sorry. It’s too much, hisscent,” I clarify, “here, in my room. I need it gone.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Then we can kiss?”
