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Jake's POV

Morticia all but pushes the back door open and runs out to the garden where I'm sat on the bench, a gash marring the side of my tummy. Her eyes move to mine, still, then to the bloody wound. She lets out an inaudible gasp before her gaze returns to me, filled with concern.

“Morticia…” I call softly. She takes two steps closer, her eyes locked onto mine as she settles beside me on the bench. The intensity of her gaze sends a thrill through me, igniting something deep within. Despite my injury, I find it irresistibly seductive. My wolf prowls restlessly inside me, growling and yearning to come forth and claim her. But I need to know if she feels the same way first.

“Jake…” Her voice is strained, heightening my already tense feelings.

“Morticia…” I call out again, and before I know it, I crash my lips against hers. She hesitates for a heartbeat, then her hands wind around my neck. I kiss her like a man who has found his lifeblood after a long drought. She moans against me, and when I pull away, our breaths mingle in the cool night air. Her eyes are glazed with desire, and I know this is wrong—so wrong—but in that moment, I can’t bring myself to care. Care be damned!

Like magnets drawn together, our lips meet again, consuming us both from the inside out. I gently tug at her hair, pulling back slightly so my lips can trail down to her neck. After nibbling and sucking on her skin to elicit more of those sweet moans, I find myself at her nape.

“Jake…”

I’ve never loved the sound of my name from anyone’s lips quite like this. “I’m going to take off your dress, Morticia.” It strikes me that we are still in the garden, exposed to anyone who might wander by—even Jacob. Yet the thrill of our reckless abandon makes everything feel raw and primal. With zero thoughts of restraint, I remove Morticia’s dress entirely. Laying her down on the grass atop the fabric, I’m left breathless and speechless. She has the most exquisite body I’ve ever seen—truly breathtaking.

“Jake…” she moans softly. Shyness flickers across her features as she turns slightly away from me, and I want nothing more than for her to look at me—so badly.

Leaning down, I kiss her shoulder blades before biting them gently. My lips trail down from her shoulders to her breasts. They are larger than average—a sight that could leave any man breathless and yearning for more.

Morticia's POV

Jake's hot mouth on my breasts clears all thoughts from my mind. At that moment, I am nothing but an omega lost in pleasure as he lavishes attention on such a private part of my body—sucking my nipple as if it were the sweetest nectar in existence—all while we’re out in the open.

It feels like an abomination—a taboo—but I care little when he handles me this way. His lips leave my right nipple with a soft pop as my hands slide into his dark hair, pulling and pushing without knowing which motion is guiding me.

After giving equal attention to both my breasts, he trails kisses down my body until he reaches my most sacred place. I should stop him; I really should—but instead, I widen my legs unashamedly, granting him access to a part of me that should be reserved for my future husband alone.

“You’re such a fucking goddess, Morticia,” he purrs, sending shivers through me with the depth of his voice. Even without touching me yet, I am a wet mess of desire. “I’m going to worship you like the goddess you are…” With that declaration, his lips find their way to my folds. He kisses them first before sucking from my entrance up to my clit.

“Argh…” I moan and arch my back instinctively, giving him more access as my hands slide into his hair again, pulling him closer as he devours me whole. He sucks and eats me out in ways I've never experienced before. “Jake…”

Coupled with his wicked mouth is his finger sliding inside me; stars explode behind my closed eyelids as he works his magic. He thrusts his finger while his tongue dances over me until I come undone all over his face. Slowly opening my eyes as I descend from that dizzying high, I feel the tip of something hot and hard at my entrance. My heart races as I snap my gaze back to him.

That huge thing wouldn’t fit!

“It’s not going to fit, Jake,” I blurt out as panic surges within me.

Jake chuckles softly and smirks as he leans down until his lips brush against my ear. “It will, love. You stretch too.”

Love… He called me love.

I have little time to ponder that before he pushes into me in one swift motion. A gasp escapes my lips while he whispers sweet nothings into my ear. As he begins moving, I relax into him.

In and out in steady strokes; my hands claw at his back while his grip tightens around my waist as he lifts his head to watch me.

“You’re doing so fucking good,” he says through gritted teeth as his thrusts grow fiercer with each passing moment. “You were made for me, darling.” His hold on my hips tightens further as he pounds into me; our cries of pleasure intertwine in the night air.

“Jake… Ah…” My moans escape like music as he continues thrusting into me with relentless passion—the best sex of my life unfolding beneath the stars.

After several more thrusts that leave me breathless and undone beneath him, he spills himself inside me with a final powerful thrust that sends waves of ecstasy crashing over us both. My eyes roll back at the sensation of him filling me completely; it feels so wrong yet so utterly right.

He slumps over me afterward; our breaths ragged and mingling together under the moonlight. “You take me so well, darling.” The term rolls off his tongue like honey; it feels foreign yet exhilarating.

Suddenly aware of his injury from earlier, guilt washes over me like cold water splashing against heated skin. How could I have been so careless? He was hurt—and yet here we were!

“Let’s stay like this a little bit longer…” he whispers softly into my ear; temptation swells within me but reason fights back—almost winning.

“No! Get off me Jake! We need to fix your wounds; you're injured!”

Jake sighs deeply before pulling out of me gently; kneeling before me now while I realize he hasn’t even removed his clothes—not even his pants—while here I am completely exposed under the moonlight where anyone could see us! Not that it matters now; all focus shifts back to the bloody wound at his side as I rise onto my knees and pull at his shirt.

Jake’s POV

Morticia's eyes are filled with concern as she tugs at my shirt; her fingers tremble slightly while she tries to inspect my wounds under the silvery glow of moonlight bathing her skin—making her look ethereal—as if she belongs to another world entirely. But it’s not just lust shining in her gaze now; there’s genuine fear burning brightly within it.

“Jake,” she whispers shakily. “You’re bleeding! How could I let this happen?”

I cup her cheeks in an attempt to calm her tempestuous spirit. “It’s just a scratch, love.”

She scowls fiercely before swatting my hands away in frustration. “A scratch? Jake! You’re a walking bloodbath!” She begins searching for something—anything—to press against the wound urgently. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

I can’t help but chuckle despite myself; even in this moment of panic she remains captivatingly beautiful. “Morticia,” I say lightly, “it’s not that bad—I heal fast; remember?”

Her eyes narrow dangerously at me like daggers aimed straight through flesh and bone. “Fast or not,” she retorts fiercely, “you’re not a god! You still feel pain! And if this gets infected—”

“Morticia.” My voice softens this time—cutting through her tirade like a blade through silk fabric—calm amidst chaos surrounding us both: “I’ll be fine.” But then I cast an appreciative glance down at her form before tossing my coat over her shoulders protectively: “But you… you shouldn’t be out here like this—anyone could see.”

Her cheeks flush crimson as she quickly tucks the coat tighter around herself—a shield against vulnerability exposed beneath starlit skies above us both: “You weren’t exactly worried about that minutes ago,” she mutters playfully—but there’s no real heat behind it now.

I smirk knowingly: “Minutes ago? Let’s just say…my thoughts were elsewhere. That's the effect you have on me.”

She glares at me but makes no further objections—a minor victory for sure.

"Let's go to my room," I suggest finally; "my first aid kit is there so you can work on me."