“All fucking night if you want.”
“I do.” Then he rolls me to the side and reaches towards my bedside table, coming back with lube. “We don’t need condoms, right?”
I shake my head, mouth suddenly so fucking dry at the thought of coming inside him. Of him coming all over me, marking my skin.
He eyes the claws I can’t pull back either and smirks. “I guess I’d better do this bit.”
I can only watch as he squirts lube onto his fingers and reaches down to open himself up. “Next time.”
“Yeah,” he breathes, then bites his lip. “Next time.”
I want to touch him, to feel what he’s feeling, but I wasn’t lying. I can’t dial my wolf back when Birch’s scent lingers. Asmuch as I want to take my time, to draw this out, the primal part of me won’t wait. “I’m sorry.”
Morgan frowns as he lies back on the bed. “What for?”
“That I can’t touch you like I want to. That the only thing I can think about right now is sinking inside you and wiping away every trace of that fucker.” I lick over my teeth as I imagine replacing Birch’s mark with one of my own, and Morgan groans, reaching down to stroke himself.
“Fuck, don’t apologise for that.” He shuffles closer, reaching for me this time, and I hiss as his hand wraps around me. “I want it just as much as you. Maybe more, because it’s my skin, my body he touched.” He pushes up to his knees. “Sit up against the headboard.”
I do as I’m told, the confidence in him a huge fucking turn on.
He straddles me and shuffles forward until he’s kneeling over my cock. I’m so hard for him, for what we’re about to do.
“Ready?” he asks, already reaching for me again.
“Yeah.” I grip his hips as he slowly sinks down, claw tips scraping against skin, and we both hiss. “Sorry,” I say again, but he shakes his head, putting a hand over one of mine before I can move them.
“I like it.” He pushes down hard enough for them to dig in, and when I meet his gaze, there’s nothing but heat and naked desire there. “I like feeling how much you want this. How out of control you are right now.” He opens his mouth, baring his teeth, and I watch, transfixed as they lengthen into fangs that rival mine. “Didn’t think I could do it.” He rocks forward and we both moan this time. “But it’s easy when I’m with you.”
I want to say it’s the potential bond making things easy, but he starts to move in earnest, and any words I had are lost to the rhythm of his hips and the clutch of his hands on my shoulders, because I’m not the only one with claws out. His dig into my skin, but I’m not even sure he’s realised. I don’t care. That stingof pain only heightens the pleasure coursing through me with each dirty grind.
“How do we do it?” His gaze meets mine, a wild look in his eyes. “At the same time or...?”
“Yeah.” I tilt my head to the side, baring my throat, and he snarls, instinct taking over. It sparks a fire in my belly, seeing him like that, and I clutch him tighter, pushing up into him every time he sinks down, needing more. “When you come...” I grit out, fighting the urge to let go until he’s right there with me. “Bite down hard.” I release him long enough to tap the side of my neck, down near the base. “Here.”
He growls, teeth bared, and it’s so fucking hot, heat flares up my spine.
“With intent? That’s what you said, right?” He has his eyes closed, head tipped back, riding me for all he’s worth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful sight.
I have to swallow before I can answer. “Pour everything into it, think of our bond, our connection. Magic and nature will do the rest.”
“Magic?” He lets out a breathy laugh. “Fucking unreal.”
When his eyes snap open and meet mine again, I see his wolf in them. That raw, untamed power lurking under the surface, and my body reacts. It starts at the base of my spine, racing outward in a wave of heat that makes my back arch and my teeth ache. I wrap a hand around his cock, extra fucking careful to keep my claws away from him, but I’m so close now and I need to get him there too. “Now,” I snap, stroking him in time with the roll of his hips.
He grins back at me, tongue tracing over fangs that are about to be in my skin. It’s that image that pushes me over the edge. I grab his neck and haul him forward, sinking my teeth into his neck as I come with the force of a fucking train.
He cries out, body going rigid, and I feel the first splashes of his release a second before his teeth meet my skin. Sweet, sharp pain radiates from my neck outward, prolonging an orgasm that’s already rocked me to my core.
It goes on and on, an endless wave crashing over me as his pleasure mixes with mine. It takes me way too long to realise that it’s not just mine I can feel.
It’s ours.
When it finally starts to ebb, I retract my teeth, the half shift subsiding as I slowly come back to myself. I can’t resist kissing the mark I’ve left, nuzzling into the crook of his neck because the only scent on his skin now is mine. A rumble of satisfaction escapes, and Morgan laughs against my skin.
He doesn’t lift his head though, and I realise he’s doing the same as me.
“I can feel you,” he whispers, awe in his voice. “And you smell... different.”
