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Morgan pov. Politics is such bullshit. It will always be bullshit because the only people politics ever serve are those in charge. You need coins, status and respect to get anywhere in life and the people who decide if you get it or not aren't going to give you anything without a sacrifice. As I drive home and think back on my conversation with the Court Marshall it just solidifies my suspicion of a real honest to God war that's going to break out. He asked me more questions about the security of the Bio-Glaze than about my contract and conversation with Hutting. The meeting didn't last long and when I called Luca the damn Fairie wouldn't answer. How the hell does he expect me to work with him if he's throwing a temper tantrum? Walking into my house is the only good thing about today. Rain is standing where I was last night, watching me as I step out of my shoes, eyes flickering between me and them as I leave them in the foyer, stepping into the living room and discarding my jacket and bag on the closest couch. He sighs, like he's dealing with a wayward child and goes to pick up my shoes and jacket, carrying them down the hallway and probably into my room. I smile when I think about the replay of his cold shower after watching a video this morning and I wonder how long it's going to take him to get used to being here. I walk into the kitchen, finding the table set for two.
"You set the table?” I ask when he walks into the room with a pair of slippers and places them in front of my feet. I step into them, raising my eyebrow when he doesn't answer my question.
"You would usually set the table when you cook." He deadpans and I'm too amused by him to call him out on his smart mouth.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
"You cook? Don't wolves usually hunt for their food?" He growls, an impatient one. "If you growl at me one more time we're going to have issues. You can express yourself as much as you want but I won't tolerate disrespect." His eyes widen and then he looks a little amused.
"Asking me not to growl is like asking a kitten not to purr. Wolves growl. How do you know we hunt but you don't know we growl?" He looks genuinely curious about the answer to the question, but I don't answer him. "You cooked?" I ask again and he nods, going over to the oven and pulling out a baking tray that has a couple of perfectly cooked steaks on them. "You sure you didn't just order it in? I didn't smell food when I came in."
"I don't know how to order food, Morgan." I push my lips together and walk over to the fridge, opening the freezer to find three steaks missing from the package instead of two.
"You brunt one, didn't you?" He shakes his head, amusement clear on his face.
"I had one for lunch. I asked your computer what you usually eat, and he compiled a list. Steak was at the top. I watched videos. You said I should learn something. Can we eat now?" I nod, taking a seat at the table and he does quick work of dishing up the food. Steak, served with a side of vegetables and a mushroom sauce. The first bite of my steak tells me that Rain is going to be cooking all the meals we eat from here on out. We eat in silence, and I watch the wolf scarf down his food like he's never going to eat again. The more I look at him the more I realize why I bought him home. Rain is painstakingly handsome.
I slip my foot out of my slipper, lifting my leg to rest on his thighs. He stops mid-chew, looking up from his meal. I smile and take another bite of my food, prompting him to do the same. When he's taken another two bites, I move my foot closer to his manhood, causing him to drop his fork and grab my ankle, gently removing my foot from his lap. He clears his throat and shifts in his seat before taking a bite again. I let him have a couple more bites before moving my other leg, placing my foot directly on his impressive manhood. His jaw nearly hits the floor, and it takes him a few seconds to react, grabbing my foot again and removing it from his lap.
"Would..." He trails off, cheeks gaining a slight pink sheen to them, and I bite my lip to keep myself from smiling.
"Eat, Rain." He nods but takes a few seconds to pick up his utensils again, cutting into his steak with a little more force this time. When he's a little more relaxed I place both my feet on his lap. "Don't you dare move them." He swallows hard and rumbles deep in his chest when I move my feet over his now hard manhood. When he swallows the food, he has in his mouth he stops eating, growling as I work over his manhood with my feet. When he throws his head back, I drop my feet from his lap and get up from the table.
I make my way to my bedroom, taking off clothes as I go, very aware of Rain following me. When I step into the bedroom I'm picked up from behind and I land on the bed with a little bounce. He crawls over me and when we make eye contact his white-grey eyes have turned a dark shade of grey. His hands move to my underwear, sliding it off my body, never breaking our eye contact and when his tongue slides over my clit I nearly loose it. He laps over me, tongue almost sliding into me and then moving back to my clit.
"Fuck, Rain." My hands tangle in his hair, and he growls, the vibrations making me moan a little louder. His thumb presses into my clit as his tongue slides into me and something sharp nicks me. "Ow. Not the nails." I hiss and he nods, sliding the pad of his thumb over my clit only. It doesn't take me long to reach my peek and when I do Rain laps all the juices away until I push him away. He kisses up my stomach until he's leaning over me again, staring at me. I watch his eyes change from their dark grey to the white-grey sheen they usually are and then lean up to kiss his cheek. As his eyes close and ears twitches something in my heart flutters and I frown. What the hell is that?