He glances down between us, at my cock, hard as a fucking rock where it presses against my belly. Biting his bottom lip, he nods. Then his hands close over mine. “But not like last time.” When he looks up, I’m caught in the mix of hope and need in his eyes.
It takes me a moment to get what he means, and when I do, I almost laugh, because no, this will be absolutely nothing like last time. “Wild fucking horses couldn’t drag me away.”
And then I kiss him.
He’s half smiling when my mouth covers his. I chase it with my lips and tongue, backing him against the tree as I reach between us and undo his jeans. As I lower the zip, Morgan lets go of me long enough to wriggle out of his coat, pull his T-shirt off, and drop them both on the ground.
I take a moment to scent the air around us, to listen. I don’t sense anyone nearby, but I give a warning growl just in case. I won’t react well if anyone comes close to us right now.
Shoving his jeans and underwear down his thighs exposes his cock, and the scent of his arousal hits me full force. I can’t help it, I growl again as a wave of possessiveness sweeps through me, taking all rational thought with it.
“Ohfuck.” Morgan moans and drops his head back against the tree, eyes falling closed. It leaves his neck, his throat exposed and I’m powerless against the pull of all that bare skin.
I kiss and nip along his collarbone, my tongue soothing the marks left by teeth that are a little too sharp to be human. I cling to the last threads of my control, because as desperate as I am to sink my teeth into him, to make Morgan mine forever, that’s the wolf in me talking.
Human me can’t take that step.
Won’t.
But I can have this.
Wrapping a hand around both of us, I set a slow, lazy pace. Every sigh and hitched breath I coax out of him stokes the fire building inside me.
I wish we were both naked.
I wish I had him laid out in my bed where I could take my time to explore every inch of him. But if I did that, if his scent mixed with mine in the place I feel safest... I’m not sure I’d ever let him go again.
“Oh god.” Morgan clings to my shoulders now. His fingers dig in, nails leaving half-moon indentations, and the sting sets my blood alight.
I want him to mark me, no matter how fleeting it might be.
I find his mouth again, not trusting myself to be anywhere near his neck when he comes. We kiss, hot and messy, as I work us both towards an orgasm that’s too close to hold off any longer.
“Shit.” He tenses, breaking the kiss to greedily suck in air, and comes over my fist and his belly.
The scent hits me, and I’mdone.
A low growl rumbles up from deep in my belly—raw, hungry, and full of the fierce need that grips me. I use his release to slick my cock, hold his jaw with my other hand, and pull him into a messy, filthy kiss, needing to be connected again. I groan into his mouth and press against him as my orgasm hits, painting his stomach as I follow him over the edge.
We’ve made a mess.
Mostly of Morgan, and I hum in satisfaction at the sight of him. I know I shouldn’t, he’ll smell like me enough as it is, and it’ll be like torturing myself every time I’m near him... but the temptation is too fucking great for me to resist.
And no part of me wants to.
I splay my hand on his belly, gently rubbing my thumb back and forth, massaging our come into his skin.
He watches my movements but doesn’t stop me. I wonder ifthiswas in that stupid book. When I’m finished, I breathe in deep and grin. I’ll have some questions to answer when we go back inside, but at this moment I couldn’t give less of a fuck.
Morgan looks up at me, eyes curious as he meets my gaze. “You done?”
“Yep.”
He reaches for his jeans and underwear and slowly pulls them back up. It takes him way too long to fasten one button and do up a zip. “So,” he says, before letting out a heavy sigh that sets me on edge. “Now what?”
Fuck, I don’t know.
I didn’t plan for this. I should’ve, but I thought I was strong enough to keep my hands to myself.
