Bathing in the light of the full moon, shifted, fucked—my body aches to be claimed. The only thing that will relieve the pressure is Morgan’s fangs deep in my neck, and it’s the one thing I can’t have.
A strangled, desperate moan pours from my chest, andMorgan fucks me harder, driving into my prostate and coiling my heat.
I don’t want this to be over. I want Morgan to lose it, I want her to finally break through the collar, to tear it away, to give me what I need.
But the tragic irony of my life is I get off on denial.
Morgan releases my hands and braces against the ground to fuck me harder, but my arms remain limp where she left them. I’m not trying to escape her anymore—I’m trying to escape my own climax.
I force deep breaths, fight the urge to clench around her, and try to angle my hips so she’s hitting somewhere else, anywhere other than that perfect, mind-breaking spot.
Morgan’s knot continues to drive through my rim as it swells, slowly stretching me more and more, sending fire up my spine.
I can’t. I can’t take it, I can’t hold out anymore, I can’t resist Morgan. My breathing hitches, I clench hard around her, my heat bursts, and I’m cumming.
The tightening of my ass locks Morgan mid-stroke.
She howls with frustration, yanking hard against my inner walls and sending my eyes rolling back, until the pressure is enough to push her over the edge.
But she doesn’t stop. She hardly slows. Her teeth tighten around my neck with a frustrated snarl, as if her body knows, too. Knows what should be happening, and it isn’t happening,whyisn’t it happening…
I cum hard again, so intense I almost black out.
I resist every climax that follows, each one draining a little more of my heat away, each one bringing the end of this chance that much closer.
My body is starting to understand. It’s not going to happen. Flush out the hormones, try again next month.
I can’t exactly complain. Bliss ripples out from my core, and I’m floating, tingling with energy, like every afterglow of my life compounded all at once.
My desperate clawing and gasping turns to low, contented moans. Every sensation is ecstasy. All the tension from Morgan’s torments, from my sprint, from my desperation to be claimed, drains out, leaving light and warmth in its wake.
Morgan slows and shudders through one last climax, and I’ve never felt anything sweeter than the throbbing of her cock, the fullness of her. I’d do anything to experience this sensation again.
Quiet and darkness settle over the garden, bringing with them the chirp of crickets and the gentle glow of fireflies. I couldn’t care less that I’m lying in the dirt.
After a long silence that I’m too blissed out to break, Morgan asks me, “How do you feel?”
It takes a moment for my vocal cords to work again, voice hoarse as I finally speak. “Good. You?”
“Yeah… Exhausted…” She gives a weary laugh. “Add another surprise to the list. I never thought you’d be able to tire me out.”
“I did?”
“You made it over two miles. And this ass isunrelenting…” Her knot throbs. “God, you kept milking it out of me…”
My softening cock manages one distinct twitch, then gives up.
“Sorry for running us onto the neighbor’s property…”
“Hardly,” Morgan chuckles. “I own all of this.”
“Are you going to make that house evenbigger?”
“No. I just don’t want neighbors. I actually bought someone out, tore down their house, planted trees.”
“That’s… kind of insane.”
“Would you rather be in someone else’s yard right now?”
