Babel Novel
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Morgan pov. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Rain." I swish my head from side to side as he slides into me, his cock filling me up with every trust me makes into me from behind. Propped up on a pillow and my hips held hostage in his grip all I can do is hold on for the sweet torture he's inflicting on me. He growls deep in his chest, one that I've learned is satisfaction rather than anger in the past week we've been at this. "Ah, Rain." I hiss out as my orgasm rolls through me, followed by another quick after and he doesn't stop thrusting, rather he pulls me back on his dick, making sure that I'm filled to the brim with each trust. He leans over me, his front resting on my back and he reaches under me, his finger finding my clit and playing with the slick button.
"One more time, my little human." He purrs into my ear, sucking on the crook of my neck, causing pleasure to shoot through my entire body and we both come at the same time. I don't know how that spot is so sensitive when Rain's been sucking and biting on it all week. I'd think it would start to hurt by now but no, it only gets better the more he pays attention to it. When we're both breathing normally again, he pulls out of me, oh so slowly and flops down beside me, wasting no time to curl my body into his. I've never felt this close to anyone before, and I swear I'd go into full panic mode every time Rain tried to leave so he's learned to keep close. If I didn't know humans couldn't go through heat, I would have thought I was the one being helped through something.
After my breathing evens out, Rain scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom where he plugs the tub and starts filling it with water. When it's about halfway he steps in, positioning us both and we just sit there until the water covers us both. He goes about washing my body, his slippery hands running everywhere makes me moan softly and when I start grinding back into him, he holds me still, making me whine. He quiets me by cupping my jaw and slotting his lips over mine, kissing me until I feel like putty in his hands. When we're finished with the bath, he goes through great lengths to dry me and lotion me up, leaving me in the chair as I watch him change the bed sheets. When he's done, he scoops me up again and lays me down, crawling in next to me so I cuddle into him. When I look at him, I notice the frown on his face, so I reach up to rub it away.
"What's wrong?" He brings my hand down to his mouth and kisses my palm before bringing it around and resting it on his head. I smile, curling my fingers in his curls, lightly scratching behind his ears.
"Are you okay?" The question takes me by surprise, the only time Rain has asked me that during this entire heat has been at the beginning of it. My eyes widen and I sit up, looking down at him. "Is it done?" He shakes his head and now it's my turn to frown.
"I'm coming down from it. I'm not so sexed crazed right now. Are you okay?" He asks and my frown deepens.
"I'm fine. Why are you asking?" Between eating and having Rain ravish me I don't think I've ever had a better week.
"Human bodies are frail. I think I might have pushed you too hard." He admits and I frown, looking down at my body and then shaking my head.
"I'm fine. A little sore but otherwise more than fine." He gives me his own once over before nodding and then gently making me lie back down with him. "Does this mean we won't have sex anymore?" He burst out laughing, chest rumbling with mirth.
"I can still function without my heat. We don't go into heat to have sex. We go into heat to reproduce." This makes me fly up and turn to him, panic settling in.
"You mean, you might have just gotten me pregnant?" He laughs again and shakes his head.
"No, Morgan. You weren't ovulating." I sigh in relief but it's short lived.
"So, if I were to be ovulating you could have gotten me pregnant?" He nods, sliding his arm behind his head and staring up at me. "How are you so calm about this? Rain, I can't raise a child." He takes my hand and kisses it.
"It's not a risk. Humans have never been known to carry wolf pups to term. They usually terminate halfway through the first trimester. Like I said, your bodies are too frail. You'd have to be mated to me for it to work." I let the information sink in and then nod, happy one of us has been reading up on this.
"So, no kids?" He nods and I nod. "Okay. We have to schedule your next heat. I don't want to be surprised like I was this time." I tell him, still a little annoyed that he hid it from me.
"You plan to still be with me for my next heat?" I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Do you plan on going anywhere? Are you not the same wolf who shifted to protect me from his sister? By the way, what was that about?" I ask, folding my legs under me and staring down at him.
"Instinct." He shrugs and I widen my eyes, but he doesn't give me anything else. I bite my lip and stare at him, feeling myself starting to get wet. As if sensing this he shifts, sitting up against the headboard. I straddle his lap and lean forward, placing a soft kiss on his collarbone. "Morgan, we've had three rounds today." He mutters, pulling me closer to him when I start grinding down on him.
"I'm fine." I insist, reaching between us and pulling his hardening member from his boxers. "You want me." I grin, sliding my hand up and down the shaft.
"Of course I want you." He hisses as I grind on his bare member, the only thing separating us being the thin fabric of my underwear. "That doesn't mean I should have you. You need rest.” He growls when I pull the fabric to the side and slide down on him, throwing my head back when he fills me so completely.
"Then, let me have you." I whisper in his ear and then slot my lips over his, lifting myself up and down his hard cock. His hands come around, cupping my ass to help me move and I smile into the kiss. It's not long before he's thrusting into me from below and even shorter for us both to reach our peeks. He chuckles and shakes his head as he pulls out of me, and I slump against him. Exhausted and satisfied enough to fall asleep against his warm chest.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.