The base of my neck still aches for the sharpness of her teeth, for the meaning of that bite, but this is enough for now.
God, this is heaven.
I lose track of where one climax ends and the next begins. Morgan keeps her promise—she fills me like I’ve never been filled before.
An eternity passes, then she finally slows.
She leans down and presses her chest against mine. Her heart beats over me, inside of me. She nuzzles my cheek, sighs.
I slowly become aware of my body again, of the dull ache in my muscles and the pleasant fullness of where we’re tied together.
Morgan shifts and spins me around on her cock, earning a yelp before she settles my back against her chest. She runs her claws through my hair, purring.
Not just any purr. Analphapurr. Oh god, this is—it’s like every vibration realigns my atoms, sending aftershocks of pleasure, channeling everything that is good and sweet and lovely, an indescribable sense of comfort andrightness.
“Jamie, Jamie, Jamie,” she whispers in my ear, and I shudder. She sweeps her tongue up my cheek, then sighs. “You are something else.”
I sink into her warmth. There are no words. I find one of Morgan’s hands, holding it in both of mine, like something precious. The shift has lengthened her bones, giving her fingers a monstrous, feline quality. It’s beautiful. I run my fingertipsdown the back of her hand and the dark suede-like fur there.
“What does it feel like?” I ask quietly. “I’ve never fully shifted.”
“Most people don’t.” Her voice has a deeper, huskier quality, a slight lisp from her fangs, but it’s still hers. “It hurts.”
“What kind of hurt?”
“A good hurt. My bones pop and shift. Then I get this rush, like I can do anything.”
“Kind of like getting a tattoo,” I murmur.
“Of course you’d be a little masochist,” Morgan teases, pressing a kiss against the back of my head.
“I want to feel what it’s like.” I press my palm against hers. Her fingers are so much longer than mine now. “At least once. Someday.”
“You’ll make such a pretty creature,” she croons.
I adjust my position, and Morgan moans as the movement tugs on her cock.
“Should I try to… um… get off?”
“That’s not a good idea. It… gets bigger once it’s in.”
“Oh. Right.”
“Only option is to wait it out.” Even with that lower edge, her voice is soft, content.
“How long will that take?”
“Got somewhere to be?”
“No.” I nestle further into her. “Just curious.”
She’s quiet for a moment, then says, “I… actually don’t know. I’ve never tied someone before.”
“Oh.”
“You’re my first omega.”
It shouldn’t mean anything, but my heart thrums. I lace my fingers through hers.
