Morlie’s lids stretched wide, and he saw how she held her shoulders back, using all her effort to be brave and confident.She had shown that she wasn't a wilting violet by everything she had been through with him over twenty-four hours.Hell, just how she’d gotten back on her feet after Minsi’s jealous attack gave him pride.His mate was a fighter.She would need that to survive among his pack.They ate weakness for breakfast.
However, right now, he didn’t need her fighting, not him, not her emotions, and not the powerful sexual pull between them.Tonight, he’d take her beyond anything she’d ever experienced.He knew she was a virgin and had felt her incredible tightness around his finger.Because of that, he would take it slow to start, for as long as he could.
Her fingers shook as they gripped his waistband.They were shaking so badly that she struggled to undo the button.His jeans were so worn the metal could slip out with a simple finger flick.However, Morlie seemed to have trouble concentrating, twisting, or pushing the button with her thumb and kept tugging the two sides outward.Even with her head bowed as she stared at her hands, the frustrated wrinkle of her brow was noticeable.
He covered her hands with his and squeezed.
She glanced up at him, her eyes clouded with concern.Morlie was getting herself worked up.
“Relax.Breathe,” he instructed.
Morlie frowned at his words, then inhaled.The strong tremors in her hands calmed some.
Still keeping his hands with hers, he assisted her in releasing his button.
She smiled at him and then let out a small giggle.“I feel like a dolt.All thumbs.”
“You’re fine.”He ran his hands up her arms and down again to warm and steady her.“All you have to do tonight is feel and follow my lead.Okay?”
“Okay.”She nodded, her short, soft coils brushed over the center of his chest as she leaned closer to him.
“Now, finish taking my clothes off.”
Without further encouragement, Morlie grabbed the tiny metal tab and began to drag it lower.
He growled at the slow scrape of the zipper over his bare, stiff shaft.Chanin fisted his hands at his side to keep himself from shoving one of Morlie’s hands into his pants and wrapping it around the steel, stretching impossibly longer still.
Her gasp came out loud and harsh and filled the room.
Staring at the top of her head, he couldn’t see her expression without leaning back.But he knew what had shocked and arrested her attention—his dick.Correction, his hard cock that had been freed from its strangled confinement and now curled up toward his abdomen.He felt the heat of his flesh as the bulbous head brushed the bottom of his navel.
“Have no fear, mate.He doesn’t bite.I do.”
When her head popped up, he saw the confusion in her expression, and then the corners of her mouth made the sexiest twitching movement as she caught his humor.
He wanted to lick the corners of her mouth, but if he did that, he’d kiss her.If he kissed her, they may not make it into the shower.And he wanted to get the filth off his body before he pulled her into his arms.
“Sorry, it’s just...I’ve never...never um—” Morlie’s words faltered.
“Seen an aroused male before.”Chanin finished for her.He knew it wasn’t his nakedness because he’d shifted before her and carried her into his house without a stitch on.
However, he recalled how she’d made a Herculean effort to keep her gaze above his chest.Even though he was still thick when he wasn’t aroused, in repose, his dick was probably less threatening.
“Nope.Never.”She licked her lips and cast a furtive glance at his length, then back up at his face.
Chanin knew even if Morlie had seen a human man’s hard cock before; it would not have compared to that of shifters.The Great Spirit didn’t just make them large in body.
With a cocksure smile, he told her, “Look your fill, little bunny.He’s all yours and will be buried inside your sweet pussy real soon.”
Morlie lowered her gaze again, taking him all in and studying him like she expected to sketch it later.
“Pants, beautiful.”He didn’t want his female to forget what she was supposed to be doing.
“Oh...that’s right.”She cleared her throat before she gripped the sides of his jeans that she had initially parked at his thighs and shoved the denim the rest of the way down his legs.
Lifting one foot, then the other, he stepped out of the leg holes and kicked his pants away.“Now you.”
When Morlie rose to her feet before him, she reached for the hem of her midi top, the fabric that clung to her breasts showcasing the sharp points of her distinct nipples.The sight of the plump tips pressing into the fabric had driven him crazy every time he saw her.He could not help but recall the feel of them on his tongue or the erotic taste of her skin as he drew on them.
