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That was all the warning he was going to get, but he just said, “Okay,” and peeled his shirt up and over his head, before tossing it aside. I loved how his freckles extended over his chest and shoulders, and I wanted to devour them all. Since he obviously needed help—because he wasn’t moving nearly fast enough for my liking—I knelt on the bed, gripped the waistband of his pants andunderwear, andpulled. Morgan giggled, flailing his arms to hold on to something to stop him from sliding down the bed with them.
All those pesky layers of fabric came down in one move, his cock springing back up against his stomach and the sweet aroma of his slick was unleashed into the air, making me lightheaded. “Oh gods,” I groaned, closing my eyes and letting my nose lead me to the source. Bending down, I ran my nose up the inside of his thigh, his soft hair tickling my lips. I felt him tense as I reached the apex of his thighs, and I paused.
“Oh fuck, Jude, for the love of Gaia, don’t stop!” he begged, fisting the sheets.
He was practically vibrating as I swiped my tongue through his slick crack, over his balls, and all the way up his shaft, collecting the bead of precum from the tip. The flavors exploded on my tongue and invaded every particle of my being. With a possessive growl, I gripped his thighs and spread them wide, baring his entrance to me, before I delved back in, greedy for more. I lapped around his hole, exploring the pleated rim, before spearing my tongue deep inside, as if searching for the well of his desire.
“Wow, oh wow…” Morgan panted, arching his hips off the bed. “You’re going to make me come if you don’t stop.”
I pulled back, wiping his slick from my face on the back of my hand, and gazed along his body to where he’d thrown his head back, his fingers gripping his own hair in a look of beautiful, tortured pleasure. “Isn’t that the point?” I asked a bit cluelessly. Had I missed some kind of integral lesson in all of Tristan’s boasting?
Morgan’s chuckle was irresistible. “Well, yes, I suppose you’re right. I just figured the first time, we could come together, with you… inside me?” He covered his face with his hands then peeked between his fingers at me.
I propped myself up on my elbows and observed him curiously. “Why are you embarrassed?” Was this a human thing?
He gnawed on his lip for a second. “I guess I’m just not used to asking for what I want,” he admitted shyly.
Pushing myself up, I knelt between his spread legs. “If you don’t ask for what you want, you’re less likely to get it.”
Morgan grinned. “True. Okay, let me try…” His face pinked up, but he found the courage to say, “I want you to take your pants off. I-If you’re okay with that? I want to see all of you.”
I didn’t even hesitate to stand off the bed, gratefully ridding myself of the awful denim my packmates all seemed partial to. I would much rather be nude. My dick washard—no surprise, since it had been hard pretty much since I first laid eyes on my mate. “See? Ask and you will receive.”
His eyes were focused on my weeping cock. “And what a lucky boy I am,” he breathed. “And what is it that you want?” he asked, sitting up and licking his lips hungrily. “I want to give you something too.”
Oh, you sneaky human, I thought to myself.You’ve already given me far more than I deserve.
My mind echoed with one solitary thought:I want it all. I knew with a terrifying certainty that I would never get enough of this man. It made my skin go from hot to cold in an instant. What would our lives even look like? We didn’t come from the same species, let alone the same world.
I grabbed his ankles, dragging him to the edge of the bed. “I want… you on all fours,” I said before I could embarrass myself by gushing all the other things I craved, like to stare into his eyes while he fell apart. The alpha in me wished he was in heat so I could deposit my seed deep inside him and breed him, while the attention-starved man in me wanted nothing more than the promise of a lifetime with him.
But I knew better than to hope for the impossible. Resentment simmered below the lust. How dare he be so sweet to make mewant him?
He was moving too slowly, so I gripped him by the waist and flipped him onto his stomach. He arched his back and lifted his hips off the mattress, presenting his glistening ass. “Fuck,” I muttered, tracing the pretty pucker with a fingertip. I remembered vaguely something Tristan had said about stretching the hole, so with absolute fascination, I inserted the tip of my finger. Ohhh… This was new, but I liked it.
And it seemed that Morgan liked it too. He began to push back against me, pleasuring himself with my hand. “Add another finger,” he instructed in a choked whisper. Then, “Another.”
As enthralled as I was as I took the time to work my fingers in and out of his warm, tight channel, all I really wanted was to bury myself inside him. I could feel my wolf pushing hard to claim, to mark, to possess, but we both knew that whatever this was would never work. But I’d tried to ignore Morgan, and that hadn’t worked either. My only hope was that fucking him would be enough to soothe this connection between us—enough for me to walk away.
He made a needy whine of complaint when I removed my fingers, and I stood at the edge of the bed, cock in hand, and lined the blunt head up with his entrance. There was more resistance than I’d expected, but Morgan pressedback into me, and I watched in awe as my erection disappeared inside him, inch by inch. He was so warm, so tight… It was everything I’d dreamed of and more! It was all I could do not to come right then and there.
“Morgan, you’re incredible,” I gasped.
My fingers dug into the tender flesh of his hips, and I began to move. My eyes fluttered closed as I bottomed out, then pulled back until only the tip remained, before surging forward again. With each thrust, he only seemed to get slicker, the sound of wet flesh driving me wild.
It was too much, it was not enough—it waseverything.
I propped a knee on the bed between his legs, trying to get more leverage. Soon, my other knee followed, and I kept going until Morgan was pressed flat on his stomach. He was trapped beneath me as I rutted into him blindly. Soon, though, he began writhing and whimpering.Is he okay?I suddenly wondered in a panic. I couldn’t see his face from this angle. Did it feel good? Did it hurt? Was I doing it wrong?
With a frustrated growl, I pulled out and flipped him over. “I need to see you.”
Morgan’s cheeks were flushed, his hair damp with sweat, and when he smiled up at me, it was lazy and blissed-out. “Hi,” he said with a strange kind of innocence for such acarnal act. “Now that you can see me, what are you going to do with me?”
My heart gave a heavy squeeze in my chest. “I’m going to finish what I started,” I said, trying to retrieve the pre-programmed mating instinct I’d felt in the beginning, but face to face was so much more intimate. It was harder to keep that distance between us.
I hooked a hand under his knee and brought his leg up over my hip. “Hold on to me,” I instructed him.
Once I was sure he had a good grip, I thrust back into him, closed my eyes, and went hard. It was good. No, that was a lie, it was way better than good—it was life-changing. I gritted my teeth against the complicated storm of emotions building inside me. I didn’t want to love this sweet, gentle human. The conflict between past and present, memory and reality, it was tearing me in two!
