by T. S. Joyce
There was a sense that she was the only one he would ever show everything to.
She arched her back and reached behind her, dug her nails into the back of his neck as that sexy growl rattled his throat.
Lost. She was so lost. There was no fear now, no hesitation, no turmoil or disorientation. He made decisions here, he controlled her body, he made her feel good.
Grey’s teeth brushed her neck and it lifted chills up her spine. “Mmmmm,” she rumbled, pressing her ass hard against his cock.
Grey’s hand disappeared from her hip, and as he kissed her neck, he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his thighs. She gave a private smile as he pulled her sweats down her hips and to her knees.
Gripping her hips, positioning the swollen head of his dick right at her wet entrance, he pushed against her shallowly and whispered, “Tell me to stop now if you aren’t ready, Morgan. If you let me bury my dick deep in you, there’s not turning back. You’re mine.”
“Good,” she murmured. “Make me yours then.”
Grey’s body tensed against her back as he curled in and slid his dick into her by an inch, eased out, pushed in another inch, stretching her. He slid his hand over her thigh and cupped her sex, pressing his fingertips against her clit as he pumped deep into her and held for a few moments, groaning like it felt as good to him as it did to her.
He eased out of her, and bucked in again, and again, and again, harder and faster, his breath catching as they moved together.
Harder.
Harder.
“Fuck, Morgan,” he gritted out as he rolled her onto her stomach and spread her knees with his. He pulled all the way out, and then rammed into her with a grunt. “You feel so good.”
She got it. She understood. Her body was plummeting toward release too, and he consumed her. This connection was so much more than she could’ve ever imagined.
His fingers rubbed her clit in perfect rhythm with him filling her with that thick, hard cock. He slid in easy now, like they’d been made for this. Perfect match.
So hard. Fuck, so thick. She moaned his name and arched her back, gripping the covers in her fists as the tension inside of her built.
“Come for me,” he murmured, his lips brushing her earlobe, and that was it. That’s what did it. His soft demand.
Two more deep thrusts and her body shattered, gripping him in quick pulses that drew his name from her lips over and over.
He rammed into her harder now, and buried deep inside of her, he froze, and warmth pulsed into her. So much warmth. His teeth were on the back of her neck as he bucked into her, emptying himself right along with her lingering release.
He’d done it. Made her feel safe again, made her feel okay. Made her feel normal and taken care of.
As Grey rolled her against him, and lay there in the dark, dragging those fingertips across her skin, coveting her, memorizing her body, she smiled.
On one of the hardest days of her life, he had made her feel like herself again.
He’d made her feel okay.
He’d reminded her that he was still here.
And so was she.
Chapter Nineteen
Grey clenched and unclenched his hands to try and calm barely controlled nerves. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea in front of everyone. It would mean a lot to Morgan, though.
Gathered at the table, the pack passed plates of steaming food around and talked loudly, as if they hadn’t seen each other in a year. Brent, the most submissive member, cut Lana’s food into tiny, manageable bites and laughed at something Jason said. Marissa sat quietly beside Rachel, who stole a roll from Dean’s plate while he talked to Wade. The smirk on the alpha’s face said she hadn’t got away with much. Brandon sat down at the table with an entire gallon of milk, and Logan threw tiny pieces of broccoli in Marissa’s direction.
He could do this. Heart hammering, Grey opened his mouth and turned to Morgan just as she stood and disappeared into the other room. Dean pointed a forkful of steak at him and mouthed ha, ha. Maybe telling him he’d bought Morgan a ring hadn’t been the best idea.
Morgan returned with a large, cardboard box, which she set on her empty seat. She tinked her fork against the glass and everyone, including herself, hunched into themselves and covered their ears.
“Ugh, sorry. I forgot. My fault, my fault.” She put down the dinnerware slowly as if ridding herself of a loaded weapon and puffed air from her filled cheeks. Her heartbeat galloped away even faster than his.
“I wanted to say that I really appreciate y’all helping us through this crazy transition.” She laughed nervously, shifted her weight from side to side. “I know how much you mean to Grey, because when I see him around you, he’s more relaxed. He smiles more easily.” She looked down at where he sat with such softness swimming in her eyes. “He talks more openly. He’s more himself. And for me, it means so much that he’s found a group of friends who are sincere, and accepting of everything important to him. I don’t know how this is done. I don’t know any werewolf rules really, but...” she scooted the box closer to him. “Well, just open it.”
A scratching noise came from the cardboard and as the full scent of animal fur reached his nostrils, a flare of hope panged as deep and wide as a canyon.
She rested her hand against the back of his chair. “The day Alexis brought you the gift, I was pissed that she had done that, but I understood its meaning.”
He opened the lid with sure fingers.
Blushing, she muttered, “Rachel and Marissa helped me track it down. I was working up to, you know, killing it for you.”
The pack stood and leaned over the open box.
“Bunny!” Lana shrieked. “Can we keep it?” She picked up the black and white pet store bunny and hugged it tightly to her little body.
“Or I guess I won’t kill it,” Morgan said quietly, amid the amused chuckles.
“It’ll be an interesting experiment to see how long a pet bunny can last in a werewolf den.” Dean laughed.
“We have to try, Dean. For Lana,” Rachel said, wiping happy moisture from the corners of her eyes. “We bought the sturdiest cage the pet store had so maybe it could work.”
That’s like a proposal, Wolf said. She wants us forever.
“Me, not you,” Grey muttered.
“What?” Morgan asked, frowning.
Grey shook his head. “Nothing.” He cleared his throat and asked, “Do you really mean this? You want me to be yours?”
She nodded, her eyes filled with bottomless emotion. Okay. He could do this now. Grey pulled a gift from beneath the table.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Open mine now.”
She unwrapped a hand carved wooden container the size of a jewelry box. Etched onto the front of it were two wolves. One, made of a lighter wood with little contrast to the grain of the background. The other was placed protectively in front of the fair colored wolf, in a dark wood which had been stained to darken it even more. In a forest scene, both wolves had their heads thrown back. Eyes closed, they howled at a full moon hanging in the upper right-hand corner of the panel. The dark wolf stood shoulder to shoulder over the fair one, and their heads were arched back toward each other so the tips of their ears touched. A continuation of the forest scene surrounding the wolves with a few tiny bunny carvings blending into the trees and brush covered the box’s side and back panels. She touched the flowing details of the wooden thicket and ran a finger gently over the wolves.
“The front carving was a human and a wolf a couple of weeks ago, but I had to redo it after you Changed. I like it this way better,” he said.
Wide-eyed, Morgan opened the top and pulled out a small, black velvet box from the inside. He took it gently from her hand and dropped to one knee. Shock swam in her pretty eyes.
“I don’t really know the rules on this either. So—” He searched her filling eyes and anchored himself with the knowledge that she wanted him too. “Morgan, from the first time I saw y
ou, I knew I wanted you. You and Lana make up the best parts of my life. I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy and keeping you safe, if you’ll let me.” He dragged a steady breath into his lungs. “Will you marry me?”
Thump, thump, thump. Her heart was beating wildly, like the wings of a bird. A small, bewildered smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Everything depended on the answer that hung on her lips. Her eyes lightened to purple, undeniable proof of the Silver Wolf living inside. Her wolf had changed the course of their lives. Those beautiful eyes meant their fate had taken an unexpected fork in the road.
She didn’t know of her importance yet, or the danger they would all be in the second anyone found out about her existence. Or that his proposal was the declaration that he would die to protect her. None of it mattered. All that mattered was that she would be his forever.
This woman had taken in a monster and made him redeemable, and he owed her everything. Most of all, he wanted to make her happy. She deserved that.
She’d accepted all of his shortcomings and made him feel worthwhile. She made him want to do better. To be better. She eased an ache inside him that no one else ever could.
She quieted Wolf. She didn’t know how important she was yet, but she would, and he would be right by her side as she came into her own. No werewolf would hurt her, nor vampire nor human.
All she had to do was say yes.
Say yes, Wolf whispered.
All she had to do was say yes to his protection. Say yes to building a future together. Say yes to wearing his ring, and being claimed by him.
Say yes.
As long as he lived, no one would ever hurt her, and that oath started with a word from her lips.
Morgan fell onto his lap, and her shoulders shook with her emotion as she hugged his neck so tight. Against his ear, in the barest of whispers, she said it.
“Yes.”
And there it was—the word that changed so much more than she even knew yet. It was the word that would keep the Silver Wolf safe for always. That bound Wolf to her. That fused their lives, and secured the alliance with the Dallas pack.
Becoming Silver Wolf wasn’t the end of Morgan’s story.
It was only the beginning.
Up Next in this Series
Grey and Morgan’s story continues in
Hold Steady
(Becoming the Wolf, Book 2)
Coming April 2020
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T.S. Joyce is an 80-time bestselling author devoted to bringing hot shifter romances to readers. Hungry alpha males are her calling card, and the wilder the men, the more she'll make them pour their hearts out. She lives in a tiny town, outside of a tiny city, and devotes her life to writing big stories. Foodie, bear whisperer, ninja, thief of tiny bottles of awesome smelling hotel shampoo, nap connoisseur, movie fanatic, and zombie slayer, and most of this bio is true.
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