The Alpha's Fight

Chapter 21 - A Nail In Our Fight's Coffin

A delicate sweet rain scent tickled my nose, rousing me from my sleep. Silky firm muscles cushioned my cheek and played under my fingertips. I cracked an eye open, peering at the soft flesh of Taylor's chest beneath me, his arms wrapped securely around the back of my neck and shoulders. I hadn't woken all night and felt at true peace. The little dreamcatcher hung above the bed, his safeguard he made to protect my dreams at night.

He was still fast asleep, his pouty full lips slightly parted and his thick blond lashes fluttering. As soundlessly as possible, I crawled up his body, settling between his thighs and bearing the brunt of my weight on my forearms on either side of his head. He was always such a beautiful sight to behold while he slept.

Peppering his lips with light kisses, he twitched, little sleeping hums escaping those pretty lips of his. I trailed a heated path along his jaw, wondering just how far I could go before he woke.

His sleepy breaths grew more ragged as I moved down his chest, capturing his nipple between my teeth and rolling it around the tip of my tongue. Still nothing. He wasn't a particularly heavy sleeper, so I was surprised he hadn't stirred yet. I kissed my way further down, following the lines of his abs and descending past the golden trail from his navel.

'Give his lollipop a lick,' Hawk gruffled. 'That'll wake sleeping beauty.'

I chuckled at my wolf, but his idea was appealing.

With one arm wrapped under his thigh, curled up around the soft skin of his inner leg, my other arm splayed across his lower stomach, just in case he woke with a lurch. I kissed along his rigid morning wood, licking his weeping head, sucking harder to gain some attention. A louder groan and thrust of his hips shocked him awake, his eyes meeting mine, only for his jaw to fall slack when I swallowed him whole. His hands supporting his body upright fell away, collapsing his form back into the mattress.

"Oh, fuck. Hunter, don't stop," his deeper, husky, morning rasp begged when I flicked my tongue against his hard cock.

A few pumps and I felt him close, his whole length tightening. I hollowed my cheeks to push him over the edge, drinking every drop he could give me.

He heaved for breath beneath me, our bond electrified by his heightened state.

Slinking my way back up his body, I pecked his lips, a tiny half-smirk quirking under my beard. "See you later, dew drop."

I jumped off of him and quickly dressed myself in the clothes strewn across the floor, leaving him lying in bed, bewildered at his wake-up call.

"That's it? No good morning, dear, and a cuddle in bed? Just a blow job and a see you later?" He grinned, propping himself up on his elbows and flexing his abdominals, tempting me to dive right back on him.

"So demanding," I sighed dramatically, giving into that temptation.

I marched back to him, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss. As I leaned away, I tugged at his lower lip, adoring his blinking dazed state.

"Good morning," I pecked the tip of his nose. "Now, I really have to go."

"B-bye," he stammered, still tongue-tied.

Hawk chuckled in my head as I slipped out the back door. 'I think you tied him in a knot.'

'If I had a few more minutes, I'd have given him a double knot with a bow.'