“Fair enough.”
Morgan sighs, her exhale becoming a deep purr, and my remaining thoughts scatter as the soothing vibrations sweep through me, even more irresistible in this form.
I don’t realize I’ve fallen asleep until a tingling in my spine wakes me. My vertebrae pop, shortening slightly as I shift back to my human form.
Morgan stretches behind me as I stir. Her cock is already gone, replaced with a puddle of her cum under me, though the dirt has soaked up most of it.
I push myself to my feet, then wobble. My nerves are confused to find my heels on the ground, and my body seems unsure of how to keep the blood in my head.
Morgan steadies me, then scoops me into her arms and starts uphill.
“I can walk,” I say, wiggling to get down.
“Do youwantto?”
“I…”
“Then shut up.”
I nestle into Morgan’s chest, looping my arms around her neck and pressing my cheek against her heartbeat.
Twenty minutes later, and we’re still walking. She wasn’t kidding about two miles.
“I really ran all this way?” I murmur, a little impressed with myself.
“You were brilliant,” Morgan says, and I glow.
Brilliant. It’s a ridiculous company motto, especially delivered so unironically. But now I get it. When Morgan Hunter calls youbrilliant, the way itfeels… I understand spending the rest of your life chasing that feeling.
Morgan holds me under an outdoor shower and cleans away the dirt and the mess without ever putting me down, thendrapes an oversized towel around us and carries me through the house and back to her bedroom.
I already know it’s hers because of the attached closet, but I could have guessed.
First off, the room is massive, and the bed is even bigger. Definitely not a standard size. There’s a vertical room divider with a fireplace set into it at the foot of the bed, and a well-used leather sitting area on the other side. The outside wall is seamless glass, and the room juts out over an area of the garden lined with mature trees, giving the impression of floating in a magical forest.
Morgan doesn’t fuss with pajamas—she just pulls back the covers and settles us into bed.
I’ve never felt sheets this soft before. They’re not fuzzy-soft, like flannel or suede—they’re that perfect, smooth-soft of heavyweight cotton, and I wriggle deep into the nest of them.
Morgan slides her arm under me and pulls me against her chest.
If I weren’t so utterly exhausted, my last thought would have kept me awake.
What if my heat is over now?
What if this is the last time Morgan ever holds me this way?
Chapter 46
JAMIE
I drift awake, blood hot and cock throbbing. I’m not sure whether my morning wood is from my dreams of Morgan chasing me and fucking me into the earth again, or from her fingers trailing along my lower stomach, but it doesn’t really matter as she purrs, “Morning, sleeping beauty,” and grips the base of my cock.
“M-morning,” I stammer.
“Want some more extra credit?” she croons.
“Yes,” I moan, wriggling into her hand.
