CHAPTER 135: Velvet Heat

CHAPTER 135: Velvet Heat
Alora’s POV

I felt a fierce protectiveness as I reached out and touched his arms. He flinched before leaning into my touch. 

He buried his head in the valley of my breast and breathed me in.

“Your scent is driving me insane baby…you smell so fcking good” he whispered in the darkness that engulfed us as he burrowed his face farther into my chest while tiny shock waves coursed through me. 

It was at that moment I realized I was fiercely in love with this man, and I'd do anything for him, go to war for him, and fight demons on his behalf. 

“Do I?” I responded while tracing lines all over his broad shoulders.

“Yes, you make me feel things, feelings that I had buried years ago” he whispered again while his knuckles brushed with feather-like softness over my nipples until they stood erect. 

He eased my night gown off my shoulders as it pooled on my waist.

“I want to know what it feels like to be with you, as my mate.

When I looked back up, Morgan’s face was directly in front of mine. I could feel his breath on my cheeks.  

His lips were so close to mine. If I moved forward, my lips would meet his. 

And that’s exactly what I did.

I leaned toward him, seeking out the warmth of his mouth on mine as if by instinct. 

Then, he dropped his head down and encircled my right nipple with his lips. 

I gasped softly as I felt his tongue probing gently at the tip, flicking and fluttering, as my breath became shallow with arousal. 

I closed my eyes and slid my nails down the length of William’s back. 

I felt a growl start from his throat and rumble out.

“That feels so good,” he grunted with pleasure. 

I did it again. 

He shuddered and raised his head to look at me. His eyes glowing in the dim room. 

Then he crushed his lips to mine, sucking my lower lips, pushing his tongue into my mouth and pressing his whole body into me as his life depended on it.

He moved his lips to my neck and latched onto it, sucking and biting, and sending delicious shivers down my body. 

“Mine” he growled, his eyes blazing with so much desire and love that it brought tears to my eyes.

“Yes, I’m yours Alpha”, I replied.

“No, I am yours…say it” he commanded.

“You are mine” I repeated.

“Yes, I am yours, and you are mine, and I cannot get enough of you”, then he moaned, as if the words turned him on.

My fingers tangled in my hair, and his tongue dragged along my skin, creating a thin, moist line down my flat stomach to my groin. 

I stifled a moan as his fingers moved expertly along the inside of my thighs, as ripples of pleasure coursed through me. 

He dragged his tongue over my skin, sucked on my navel for a bit before moving down to my clit. 

He latched onto it, lolling it with his tongue. My hips bucked upwards involuntarily, losing control of my body. 

“You smell so fcking good baby” he moaned, grunting, growling all at the same time, plunging his tongue inside of me without warning, stroking it up along my top wall.

“Morgan”, his name echoed in my head and I gasped.

“Fck yes, say my name” he croaked.

Then, I felt him shift on the bed between my legs, and then he flipped me over while I straddled him. 

He pressed the tip of his finger against my clit and rubbed circles around it before dragging his finger down my slit to the opening of my pssy.

“Fck! You are dripping wet” he growled, playing with my wetness, and I felt his cck kick. 

The next thing I knew, the head of his big hard cck was nudging against my opening. The reaction my body had to him entering me was immediate. 

Between the attention to my nipples and my clit and his heady dirty words, I was already very aroused and the feeling of his cck feeling me up perfectly sent me careening headfirst into a loud, gripping orgasm. 

My moans filled the room, and I felt Morgan pumping faster into me as I splashed my fluid all over his thighs. Each pump glided his member over my sweet spot, and it intensified my orgasm so much that I literally could not control my voice, my body, or my mind. 

He flipped me over and gave a final thrust before emptying his seed inside me with a guttural groan. He collapsed on me, breathing heavily as I tried to regain my senses. Then he gathered me close, and he laid still for a moment, trying to catch his breath. After what felt like forever, he turned to his side and looked at me intensely.

“I love you, Alora Lance”, he rasped, the words thick with emotion.

I felt a warm bloom in my chest. “I love you too, Alpha Morgan Blackwood” I whispered back as I nestled against his warm body, and the weight of the world seemed to melt away.

Reaching up, I trailed a finger across his cheek as the ghost of a smile played on his lips. Instinctively, I leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his lips. Then he pulled back slightly, his hand gently cupping my face. I made a move to stand up and clean us up, but he stopped me.

"No, not yet," he murmured, his voice husky. His hand moved down my body, as he pulled me closer, pressing my bare backside against his body.

I nestled deeper into him, the warmth of his body a welcome comfort as we lay there spent.



The next time I woke up, it was almost dawn, and Morgan had his arms wrapped around me. 

I moved quietly, guided by the soft glow cast by the lamp, until I was out of his arm's reach. 

I watched him stir in his sleep, the rise and fall of his chest was soothing as I reached out to push his long hair off his face. He looked so peaceful and handsome that I had to tear my gaze away. 

I tiptoed to the bathroom, took a pee, cleaned myself up and wet a washcloth in warm water and took to bed. 

As I adjusted his legs to clean the thickness off him, he slowly stirred awake, confused at first, before his eyes landed on me and I saw his face light up. 

After I was done cleaning him, I discarded the washcloth on the floor and snuggled close to him.

He put his left arm under me so that my breast rested on his palms while his other arm hovered over my other breast. Then his fingers began circling my nipples. 

My body hummed as the sensation made me moan softly. I could feel his erection growing behind me and poking me deliciously. 

He rocked against my back and I readjusted my position until his cck slipped inside my already dripping opening. 

I arched my back and rested my head against his shoulders while lacing my hands behind my back. The movement brought my breasts tantalizingly higher, making Williams grunt with desire. This time our love-making was not hurried but slow and calculated.

He thrust in slowly as jolts of pleasure serenaded my body. He reached over my front and slid his fingers inside my clit and circled it while thrusting into me from behind. 

He eased back and thrust into me again, drawing a cry from both our lips. I wrapped my legs around him, tilting my hips up to meet him as he thrust inside me again and again.

There were no words. Just skin, heat, the sound of fabric tearing, the slick drag of his body against mine. The way his lips devoured me like he could brand proof of our existence onto my skin. 

I wrapped my legs around him, dragging him closer, deeper.

The room filled with gasps and moans, the sound of the bed frame rattling, sheets twisting beneath us. 

My name never left his lips as he repeated it over and over again like a mantra.

Then he moaned in my ears “Let go little wolf”. 

His words pushed me over the edge and my hot, wet sheath contracted as waves and waves of pleasure washed over me. 

He groaned hoarsely in my ears before he stiffened against my back, filling me with his hot seed.