CHAPTER 104: Spoiled, Safe, and His
Morgan’s POV
She was still asleep when I woke up. Curled beside me, lashes resting softly against flushed cheeks, lips parted slightly as she breathed.
Alora.
And now she was here. She was mine.
Body, mind and soul.
She was safe.
I shuddered at the thought of what that animal wanted to do to her in that bathroom if I didn't show up on time.
Because I made sure of it.
Her body stirred slightly, and I watched the way her brows pinched. I leaned in, kissed her forehead.
She mumbled something incoherent and shifted closer to me.
I reached out and brushed a strand of hair off her cheek.
“Good morning,” I whispered.
Her lashes fluttered open. Bleary at first, but when she focused on me, she smiled. It wasn’t her usual confident grin. It was shy, sleepy, and heartbreakingly beautiful.
“How do you feel, baby?” I asked, kissing her eyes.
She blinked slowly. “I feel great, except....”
She looked up at me with those soulful eyes.
“Except”?
“I ache here” she said, pointing to her groin. “It's a dull throb that hurts a little bit” she said, flushing from embarrassment.
I leaned in “Here”? I asked, my hand moving to her mound.
She covered her eyes with her hands, and nodded.
I smiled and bent down till my lips were on her mound. I kissed her there, feeling the heat and her scent.
I growled as they enveloped me.
I gritted my teeth and forced myself up.
“Did that make it better”? I asked, kissing her cheeks, her eyes, her ears, and every part of her face.
“Yes” she said, burying her face in my stomach.
“I’m sorry baby” I said.
She shuddered in my arms.
“Are you okay”? I asked, pushing her close, and tucking the duvet tighter around her frame.
“I just thought about the club. What if you didn't come on time?“It’s okay,” I said quickly. “You’re okay.” I’ve already got men looking into it. We’ll find out who.”
Her eyes clouded. Anger. Shame. Confusion. I saw it all in the flicker of her gaze.
“I feel so stupid,” she muttered.
“Don’t,” I said firmly. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I almost forced myself on you,” she added, her voice cracking.
I reached for her hand. “No. You were under the influence. That wasn’t you. And I knew that. Which is why I stopped.”
Her lips trembled, and I hated how small she looked. I didn't know why she was remembering these now, but it made me furious and whoever had tried that was going to pay.
But first…
“I made breakfast,” I said, standing.
Her eyes widened. “You cook?”
I smirked. “Don’t sound so surprised. Come on. Let me spoil you for a change.”
We ate on the balcony.
She wore my hoodie. Her legs tucked beneath her on the chair. Hair up in a messy knot. She looked like home. She made me laugh. And she smiled, and it was warm, green and beautiful.
For the first time, I saw Alora in another light. She kept surprising me each day, and I knew at that point, I'll never get tired of her.
When she leaned over the table to steal a strawberry from my plate, I tugged her hand and pulled her into my lap.
“You’re dangerous,” I said into her hair.
“I’m harmless,” she grinned.
I buried my face into her neck. “Not even close.”
We took a walk around the quiet part of town, and she clung to my arm, playfully swinging it as we moved.
What she didn’t know was that while I played the perfect mate, I had a tracker in my earpiece feeding me updates from my head guard.
The bastard who’d drugged her had been caught. I gave the order for him to be beaten to within an inch of his life. He was not to be unalived. I needed him alive to witness everything that was done to him so that next time, he would respect women and treat them like humans instead of playthings.
Because no one touched what was mine.
Alora's POV
The rest of the day passed like a dream.
When we got back to the hotel, we stayed in bed for hours. Watched movies we didn’t finish. Ate food we didn’t remember ordering. Scrolled through online shops and argued over who had the worse taste in clothes.
He kissed me every five minutes.
I didn’t complain.
He took a photo of me, curled up in his hoodie, mid-yawn.
"Delete it."
"Never," he said, smirking.
I rolled my eyes, but inside, I melted.
By evening, I had laughed more than I had in weeks. We curled up together on the couch, my legs over his lap, his hand absently stroking my thigh.
I had never felt so content.
So loved.
Then we moved to bed. We were both feeling sleepy.
At some point during the third movie, I passed out against Morgan from exhaustion. It had been a long day.
I was still half-asleep when I felt him snake an arm underneath my back and lifted me, so I was partially sitting up. His other hand took hold of my shirt, and he gently tugged it upward.
I blinked my eyes open and grabbed his wrist, stopping him from going any further. “What are you doing?” I asked groggily.
“Lift your arms up.”
I hesitated before complying. I mean, he had seen everything during our love making, so nothing was hidden.
When he saw me hesitating, he dropped his mouth onto my shoulder, and kissed me there.
Then he took one of his shirts and helped me put it on before helping me button up.
I was too sleepy to care what he was doing until his hand mistakenly brushed across my boobs, making sparks shoot up my body.
“Sorry” he said, a smirk forming on his lips.
“You did that on purpose,” I accused.
He smiled. “Of course not” he said before placing a soft kiss on my lips.
“Yes, you did, you perv” I said jokingly, smacking him in his arm.
“Ow that hurts baby” he said, smacking my butt in retaliation.
“Stop playing Alpha, I am too sleepy for this”
“Fine” he replied, buttoning the last button before pulling me into his arms.
His hot breath tickled my neck as he flipped me over, making me sit in between his legs on the bed.
His hands went down to the fly of his shorts that I had on, and he unclasped the buttons, his warm hands grazing along my already sensitive skin.
My breath hitched and his hands stilled.
I felt him stir at my back, and I gritted my teeth.
I closed my eyes, basking in the sensations going through my body.
I felt his teeth on my neck, the same place where he loved to leave marks.
“You don't know how much I'm holding myself from biting into you right now baby.”
A soft moan escaped my lips.
“You will have to finish taking off your shorts because I am fighting Ragnar right now not to jump you”
I nodded, sliding the shots down my legs as he turned his face away.
He threw the pajama pants on me.
“Wear that” he said, his voice coming out hoarse and controlled.
Once I was done dressing, I turned to him. “I'm done.”
He nodded, his eyes accessing me, and lingering on my nipples that had turned into rocks, poking out in the shirt.
He gulped, lay down next to me and hauled me to him, spooning me from behind. I found the position to be so intimate and sweet.
“Let’s go to sleep, hmm?”
I nodded.
He kissed the back of my neck, then his tongue darted out and began to run circles around.
“Ah… Morgan…” I wheezed, trying to control the throbbing beginning on my clit.
“I promise I will try to stop touching you,” he said in an amused voice.
I smacked him on the thigh, making him chuckle.
“Goodnight baby”
“Goodnight, Mine” I smiled.
He sighed contentedly, pushed me closer, burying his face in the back of my neck with a big smile on his lips.
I couldn’t believe how exhausted I was.
I felt like all I had done for the past day was sleep, and yet I still felt myself slowly drifting away.