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Morris surprises me by palming my tits as his thumbs brush over my nipples. “Have I mentioned lately how obsessed I am with your tits? Because I love them.”

I shiver and pray I don’t start leaking.

If I didn’t love the connection I get from breastfeeding Gracie, I would stop. My boobs no longer feel like my own, and it bothers me at times, just not enough to give it up. Not yet, anyway.

I swipe his hands away, and he growls, moving to cup my ass. He lifts me, shoving my back against the wall so we both get to feel the spray of water. Well, my left side does, while his right is the one staying warm, but it’s still worth it.

Morris grinds his cock against my core and captures my lips. I dig my fingers into his fluffy beard and work on making him so feral that he finally snaps.

It’s been a lot of years since I felt completely safe and unconditionally loved.

This man has given me that and more.

I want his teeth print marring my skin. It’s not just about the physical claim; I want to be able to feel his emotions and to send him mine. I need that connection with him.

I run the fingers of one hand through his beard and reach between us with the other. His thick crown bumps around my clit, and I’m slick enough that it won’t be a problem for him to slide inside me.

Morris growls against my lips, grabbing my hand before pinning both wrists above my head.

My feet bounce against his ass as I have a literal fit. “No, not again!”

The last two days in a row, he’s done this. He traps me to the wall and jerks off all over my pussy, but he won’t fuck me, and it’s starting to drive me insane.

Morris chuckles darkly, keeping my wrists pinned above my head with one of his huge hands while the other works his cock. His tip bounces against my swollen nub, only to be stolen away again. The friction makes me shiver, but what I really need is him inside of me. His warm precum spurts over my sex, and I sob, rambling out a begging plea for his knot and his bite.

Okay, I’m not quite hazy enough to believe I could get to his knot on the first try, but my system is more optimistic than I am. Also, where there’s a will, there’s a way. I’m willing to deal with a little discomfort to experience that connection.

“Let me come all over your pretty pussy, then I’ll finger every drop of my cum inside you…” He growls. “Right where it belongs.”

Stubborn.

Well-meaning.

Lovable.

Pain in the ass alpha.

“Dammit, Morris,” I growl right back. Okay, so, it’s a pathetic attempt at a growl. “I’m not going to break!” Using my feet on his ass, I try to maneuver myself down his length. He ends up notched at my opening, but he doesn’t thrust. “Just the tip. That’s all I’m asking for.”

That’s a blatant lie, and I’m sure he knows it, but we need to start somewhere.

“Sweetheart…” He looks physically pained. “I can’t bear the idea of hurting you.”

“You’re not going to,” I assure him. “Morris, I love the hell out of you. I know you would never purposely hurt me. Now, kiss me.”

He complies, kissing me deeply. The brush of his fuzzy beard over my cheek normally tickles, but I focus on the warmth of his skin and the way the hot water ricochets against us.

His rich coffee scent is heavier than it has been since we got into the shower, and it makes my pheromones thump in the air.

Morris growls into the kiss while circling my aching core from my clit down to my entrance. Scooting my feet higher on his ass, I use them to push up and fall…right down the first few inches of his length.

Oh, fuck.

That might have been a bad idea.

Chapter Thirty-One

Morris

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