CHAPTER 178: MORNING SEX

I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to remain calm as I made the decision to get up. But before I could move, she wrapped herself around me in her sleep. Her face pressed into the curve of my neck, her soft breaths warming my skin, while her arm and even one leg clung to me as though she never intended to let me go.

Damn it.

What was she doing?

It was already unbearable, resisting her when she was so close, her bare body pressed against mine, her intoxicating scent stirring my wolf. And now, in the early morning, when my cock was hard and throbbing, she held me like this.

Struggling to keep control, and tried to shift her away without waking her. Instead, she moved against me, rubbing against my cock as a soft moan escaped her lips.

My entire body stiffened.

"Are you asking for trouble?" My voice came out hoarse, strained with restraint.

But she gave no answer. She seemed unaware, her actions unintentional. Was it her wolf stirring within her, or the lingering haze of her heat still pulling her body toward mine?

"Eira," I whispered, trying to rouse her gently.

Yet instead of waking, she pressed closer, rubbing against me once more, her body seeking me in sleep.

I swallowed hard, my control unraveling. "If that’s what you want, don’t blame me when you’re awake."

My hand slid down to cup her firm buttocks, holding her steady as I positioned myself. My cock nudged against her entrance, and to my shock, she was already slick with arousal. Was she becoming wet even in sleep? Was it the bond, my scent, the pull of her mate?

I didn’t think any further. Instinct claimed me. With measured restraint, I pushed into her slowly, filling her inch by inch.

A soft moan spilled from her lips as her fingers clutched at my back, nails digging into my skin while her face remained buried against my neck.

I was no different from before. Content groans rumbled from my throat as her warmth tightened around my cock, drawing me deeper with every pulse. A low growl escaped my chest, my wolf’s hunger echoing through me.

Damn it. Even after fucking her through the night, being inside her again was just as satisfying, just as maddeningly thrilling.

I shifted, rolling her beneath me, pressing her softly into the bed. My gaze lingered on her face, serene and heavy with sleep. She tried to open her eyes, lids fluttering, but they soon fell shut again as a faint murmur slipped past her lips.

What was the meaning of that? Was she truly awake and silently permitting me, or merely stirring in her dreams?

Gosh, how could someone sleep through this? I was inside her, ready to fuck her all over again, yet she chose to drift in slumber.

That was her choice. And now I made mine.

I gripped her firmly, holding her steady, and began to move within her. A soft, content moan slipped from her as her legs spread wider, welcoming me instinctively.

Lowering myself, I let my weight cover her, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. Her lips parted beneath mine, soft whimpers swallowed into the kiss as I thrust deeper, harder, unable to restrain myself any longer.

Her body arched beneath me in instinctive response, her warmth clenching around my cock as if her body knew me, wanted me, even in sleep.

I trailed kisses along her jaw, down the curve of her neck, to the spot where my mark burned against her skin. My tongue brushed over it possessively before my teeth grazed her there, sending shivers through both of us. Her fingers clenched at my shoulders, nails raking across my skin as if her body reached for me despite her half-conscious haze.

"Mine," I growled low, the sound vibrating against her throat as I drove into her with a rhythm that shook the bed.

All of a sudden, she opened her eyes. Our gazes met. "You are mine." I told her and increased my pace, looking straight in her eyes.

All she could do was to moan louder, unable to stop me, and lust taking over her to even want to stop me.

The bond between us was always going to make her submit to me whenever I wished to fuck her. She had no escape from me.

At the same time, I never wanted to use it to ever make her submit to me. But right now, she was the one to start it even though it was in her sleep, and as a good mate I was the one to end it with long fuck.

Good that she was awake. It felt good to fuck her this way.

Her moans grew louder, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper. The heat of her body consumed me, every squeeze inside her pulling me closer to the edge. I pressed my forehead against hers, watching her lashes flutter, her lips parted in soft cries that mixed with my own guttural groans.

My hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips as I angled myself to strike deeper, harder, making her gasp even in her sleep-ridden state. Her cries were sweet, breathless, and I devoured each one as I kissed her again, tongues tangling in a hungry dance that mirrored the frantic pace of my thrusts.

Her body tightened suddenly around me, trembling violently as release tore through her. Her moans turned into desperate cries, her back arching off the sheets as waves of ecstasy shook her small frame. I held her through it, fucking her through every ripple until I could no longer hold back.

With a final growl, I spilled into her, my body shuddering as the intensity of it ripped through me, leaving me gasping against her mouth.

Even then, I didn’t want to leave her. I stayed inside her, holding her close, my lips brushing hers softly now, almost tender after the storm.

That was a perfect start of the morning for the pair of mates.

What happens next, how she reacts, I will bear with it.