I do my best, pumping my cock and rocking until I’m aching, moaning, spilling over the edge.
But again, there’s no release. It’s not enough.
It’s nowhere near enough.
I send to Morgan,
I’m sorry
I can’t
I need you
Her voice note says, “Then that collar better be ontight.”
I force myself to take a deep breath and lean off the knot with a whimper. The dildo easily slides out. There’s a larger one I could try, but I already know that’ll end the same way.
I breathe in for an eight count, out for ten. I need my hands to work.
The bag rustles as I pull out the posture collar and fasten the cool leather around my neck, tugging it tight. The tall, stiff leather bites into my chin and the base of my neck, forcing my spine to straighten just like Morgan’s words do. I clip a small padlock onto the metal loop that locks the collar, then rub the key between my fingers. I need to put it somewhere Morgan can’t get to.
And to be honest, somewhere I can’t get to either.
There’s a mini-fridge in my room. I pull out a slender water bottle, take a sip, drop the key into it, then shove the bottle to the back of the freezer compartment. That’ll have to do.
I pause by the mirror and give the collar one last tug, then stop short.
The dark leather hugs my neck, gold hardware gleaming in the low light. My pupils are so large I look high, my hair is a wild mess, and Morgan’s shirt hangs off my shoulders except for where my cock tents the hem. My legs are bare otherwise.
Maybe it’s that I’m already so far gone, but fuck, I feel… good.
Even so, as I reach for the door handle, I consider how insane this is.
Are you sure?
Every part of me gives a resoundingyes.
I open the door.
Chapter 37
JAMIE
I freeze in the doorway as Morgan’s eyes land on me, tracing over the collar, my shoulders.
She rises slowly and seems even taller than usual as she takes measured, careful steps towards me.
Her gaze locks me in place. My heart thunders.
As Morgan reaches the glass, she slams her fist against it. The pane goes opaque as the tempered glass shatters within its safety membrane. Morgan’s claws pierce through, tearing the membrane apart and letting in the cool night air.
There’s a popping sound, and at first I think it’s the glass. But no—it’s bones and joints.
The face that appears from behind the glass isn’t the one I know—but it’s undeniably Morgan.
My breath catches.
I’ve never seen an alpha shift.
