Chapter 47

☆ ☆ Beta Morgana ☆ ☆ 

I woke early, still wrapped up in Darius. No matter where we were, if I was with him, I was home. Though he was still asleep, I could feel his morning erection pressed firmly against my ass. He must have been dreaming about last night. I decided to wake him up, wrapping my lips around his cock and bobbing my head up and down. 

He started to shift in his sleep, and a smile crept upon his face. He stretched slightly, coming to life, and the reaction on his face when he realized that this was a dream made me pause to chuckle. "Good morning, mate.", I smiled back. He scratched his head, still waking up, "Good morning to you, too.", he said.

I went back down, licking up the side of his shaft before greedily shoving his length deeply into my mouth, gagging from the size. He grunted and grabbed the strands of hair at the nape of my neck. I let out a soft moan as he pulled me up, my face meeting his, and he leaned over to lick the scarred mark on my neck from where he claimed me. 

A shiver fell down my spine, and I clawed my fingernails into his shoulders before kissing him. His erection throbbed against my clit, and I could feel my core become drenched, readying myself for him to enter me again. He flipped me onto my back and kissed and licked up and down my torso.

He placed one final kiss on the crest of my hip before he thrust his manhood inside of me. A loud moan escaped my lips, and my legs wrapped around his waist. I leveraged my hips and gyrated them in sync with each thrust. He grabbed onto the headboard, deepening the pressure behind each plunge. 

He grunted more frequently as he edged closer to his orgasm, and the sounds he made turned me on even more. My nipples hardened as I came closer, too. He removed one of his hands from the headboard and found my clit applying gentle but steady pressure and pulsed his middle finger rhythmically. 

He commanded me to come with his touch. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling his face closer to mine. Hearing his ragged breath in my ear brought me closer, and I turned my head to feel his breath on my neck. My breathing turned labored, and my body clenched around him as I felt the start of my orgasm come over me. 

I dug my nails into his muscular back to help expel excess energy, a feeble attempt to prevent myself from coming before him. I felt his cock pulsate inside of me, and he gently bit down on my collarbone, followed by several sloppy but passionate kisses up my neck. My drenched pussy squeezed his shaft, and I felt several spurts of his warm seed fill me up as we orgasmed.

A loud moan left my lips, and he grunted passionately, still trusting inside of me as he came. I gently stroked his back, causing him to twitch while still inside me. We lay on the unkempt bed, the blankets and sheets still messed up from last night's activities, catching our breaths before getting ready for our reconnaissance mission today. 

We showered together, cleaning each other intimately before getting ready for our day. It was early still; the sun was just now rising. The Biltmore Estate opened at 8:30 a.m., and I wanted to arrive right as they opened, making the most of our limited time to scope out the place. 

I also wanted to grab breakfast before we got to The Biltmore. Last night, after Darius had fallen asleep, I used my phone to look up local restaurants, but most didn't open until 8:00 a.m. or later, cutting into our scouting time. I saw that I could order food from Biscuit Head online for an 8:15 a.m. pick-up, and it would be on the way to the estate, so we could eat in the car.

I ordered twelve biscuits with sides of gravy, an apparent delicacy here in North Carolina, and two cups of coffee. Since Darius ate three times as much as me, I hoped that would be enough for the two of us. Darius was dressed and had already started making coffee in the room when I came out after blow-drying my hair. 

He playfully whistled when he saw me. I was fully nude. Honestly, I hated wearing clothes and tried to be naked as much as possible when I was alone, and typically, I only wore panties when I was in my room at the pack house. After digging around in my bag, I placed the manila folder and camera on the bed before finding a pair of underwear. 

I wore modest clothes at the pack house despite hating them. It was not that I was ashamed of my body, but even with clothes on, I could feel the eyes of the unmated males lingering on me a little too long. I wasn't uncomfortable with their stares, but I wasn't one to have casual sex prior to meeting my mate. Plus, with my standing in the pack, I didn't want to give the wrong impression.

I didn't judge those who did; it just wasn't my cup of tea. Though the nights were cold and lonely, I was glad that I had waited for Darius. There was no one with whom I would have rather shared these experiences with, and from this point on, he would be the only one to see me like this unless there was a group shift and it was unavoidable. 

I smiled at him as he watched me pull my pants up over my hips after hopping a few times in place. "You had better cover your body up quickly before my urge to come over there and take you again becomes too strong for me to resist." I chuckled as my chest and face blushed at his remark, "My body is yours for the taking, Mate." He huffed, "Unless we will be late for something."

Still shirtless, I smiled and walked over to him, "I thought I made it up to you, didn't I?" I placed my hand on his chest, my fingers gracefully grazing the tuft of hair peaking out from his shirt collar, and gazed longingly into his sultry green eyes. He smiled widely, unable to contain his happiness at the thought or reliving the moment again. 

"That's what I thought.", I said, sauntering away to put on my top. I found the grey waffle knit long-sleeve shirt and pulled it over my head. I liked wearing cool grey colors because they enhanced the blue in my eyes. I turned around and smiled warmly as he stared at me in my form-fitting outfit. "No bra?", he asked. I responded, "I never wear them; they are too uncomfortable." 

He sighed, "You are going to make it difficult to contain my jealousy, every man that stares at you already wants to fuck you." I laughed out loud at his comment, "That's no different than the woman at the car rental counter." He ran his fingers through his curly, dark brown, almost black hair. He joked, "We're just too attractive; after this is over, we're just going to have to lock ourselves away." 

I raised my eyebrows, "Don't tempt me with a good time." He shook his head and chuckled as I slid on my boots. I sat down with him at the small table, and we sipped the coffee he had made. "I did a preorder for our breakfast and Biscuit Head; it's on the way to The Biltmore Estate.", I said after taking a long sip. He asked, "What did you order us?" 

"Biscuits and gravy—it's a Southern dish; it's got great reviews and coffee to go along with it.", I answered with a smile. After finishing his cup of coffee, Darius responded, "Sounds good to me." I checked the time, "Great. It'll be ready at 8:15 a.m." Darius checked his watch and went to put his shoes on. I swallowed the rest of my coffee before heading back over to the bed.

I grabbed my camera, the rechargeable batteries, the extra memory card, and the manila folder that were resting on it. I put the camera around my neck and the batteries and memory card in my back pocket. I gave myself a quick pat down and fished my wallet out of the pants that I traveled in yesterday. I shoved it and my phone into my other pocket and grabbed the manila folder. 

"I'm all set.", I said, vibrating from the strong coffee. Darius was ready as well, and he held the door for me. We left the room and took the elevator down to the lobby. He fiddled with the SUV's keys, then exclaimed, "Shit, do you have the room key?" I responded, "Did you forget something?" He paused, embarrassed, "Yeah, my room key."

I chuckled at his blunder, "It's in my wallet." He let out a sigh of relief, "I always lose those damn things." The elevator dinged when it reached its destination, and we stepped off; the smell of the concierge breakfast whet our appetites as we walked to our rental. Darius opened the passenger door for me, and I placed the folder on the center console before climbing in.

He went to pat my ass again, but his hand caught my phone instead. "Ow, I've been booty- trapped.", he complained. I chuckled, knowing that he wasn't actually hurt, "Did you mean booby-trapped?" He laughed, "You'll find out soon enough that I am great at spouting out pervy puns." 

I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I sat down; his relaxed, playful demeanor was refreshing. He could charm the pants off of any woman, of that I was sure. After closing my door, he climbed into his seat, and I set the GPS on my phone to take us to our destinations. The engine revved, and we set out for our reconnaissance mission.