Who is Magpie?
Chapter 73- Midnight tomorrow afternoon

She lowered her foot with some difficulty as Ezekiel’s hand had wandered back down it to stroke the very inside of her leg. When she turned to meet his eyes straight on, a heat rose in her chest.

Jessamine couldn’t pinpoint why she felt so nervous. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her naked before, and she was wearing decidedly more clothes now, but the way his eyes drew over her, like he was trying to memorize every curve and dimple in her skin, made her long for his hands to trace the same paths. Her hand rose to wrap behind his head and she slowly pulled him in towards her.

“Jessa?” Ezekiel questioned when she had closed her eyes and not brought him close enough to kiss.

“Fuck this,” she muttered, throwing both hands around his neck and leaping to wrap her legs around his waist.

She smothered his lips with hers, eliciting a lustful moan from his throat. He wrapped his arms around her running them gently up the sides of her back. Jessamine moved her kisses to trace the bruise she had bit into him earlier, sending shivers through his skin.

“Jess…” Ezekiel gasped against her lips, not noticing when she had undid his pants until they fell around his ankles.

She giggled against his skin, lightly tugging on her mark, before pulling back to look at him. “Yes, my mate?” She teased.

He moaned, the vibration radiating through his neck to his lips as he stretched out the skin for her. “M'eudail, my darling,” she breathed.

This time he growled, excited for a name that was just for her lips. He stepped out of his pants on the floor and walked over to the bed, gripping her tightly to him for his last moments of restraint.

Jessamine had less patience, using her claws to carefully tear open the back of his shirt so, even when he laid her down, she could remove it. She ran her hands over his chest, looking up at his closed eyes as he focused on her touch.

Her hands stilled and, when he opened his eyes to see her smiling, she spoke. “If it wasn’t for all the other shit, I wouldn’t believe that you’re real,” she mused, “but you are far too perfect to come from my imagination. I love you.”

Jessamine’s smile was warm, so genuine that he was completely absorbed by it, momentarily forgetting the position she was in. Her eyes called to him, beckoning him to drown within them like they were both the siren and the pool. Ezekiel was dimly aware that he hadn’t responded to her declaration when her hands began to dance up to wrap behind his neck again.

His forehead lowered to rest against hers, their eyes remaining focused. “You are my moon and my sun, I love you Jessa.”

Their lips met, her head lifting to meet his but he was soon pressing so firmly against her that she had to lie back down. Her head fell to the side, exposing her mark to him, but her eyes fell on the sofas and her heart picked up nervously. As she glanced around the room, breath hitching as Ezekiel nipped at her and grabbed her breast, she couldn’t see or hear anyone else and the second set of doors had been closed.

“He went to take over the pack jobs so we could have some time together.” Ezekiel informed, answering her unasked question.

“That was thoughtful of him,” she mused, slipping her leg up between them and out between his arm and leg to get the momentum to roll him over so she could be on top.

She leant forward to toss a throw pillow, that she didn’t particularly want to get any sex stuff on, onto the floor and Ezekiel took full advantage, burying his face into her tits. He tore the ribbon at the top with his teeth and plucked at it with his off hand to weave it free as his other hand clutched onto her back to keep her in place. Once he could, he parted the fabric to the sides, kissing each breast before pulling her nipples into his mouth individually.

Her breath left her lungs in surprise and enjoyment, even as he stopped and spoke against the skin. “I could ask for no one better in my corner, except maybe you.”

She smiled, lowering herself against him. “I will always be in your corner.”

She could feel her wolf eagerly inside her, wanting more than anything to take over and bond with Ezekiel’s wolf, but she wouldn’t. Jessamine tried to urge her forward, feeling Ezekiel rubbing firmly against her made her question how long she would last once he was inside her. Her wolf took a step back, telling her it wasn’t the right moment, and she was only mildly disappointed.

Ezekiel’s wolf seemed to feel the same way, not making an appearance in his eyes, but he also wasn’t in the mood to dwell on it. Jessamine was whimpering beneath him and moved to put him where she wanted him most. He chuckled, seeing Jessamine’s desire for control and took it away, taking her wrists in his hands, and flipped her back over to pin them above her head.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered into her ear, licking up the side and sucking the skin of her lobe into his mouth. “I want you.”

She shivered and moaned at his words, still trying to move her hips up and against him. “Then take me.”

He felt his own shiver as their desires met and matched, moving his hips back to tease her clit with his tip. She let him believe that was a safe idea, before thrusting up to rub against him, showing him how wet she was. She heard him inhale deeply, his head falling slightly back, and his eyes looking like they had rolled straight up. Everything about what she could do to him spurred her on, and she wanted to be the one to please him for once.

In his moment of blissful weakness she rolled them back over, placing herself straddling directly over him. He was still surprised, underestimating her again, and she took the moment to swirl her vagina around him. She coated his cock in her before sliding herself down slowly on top of him.

She had been pinning his hands in turn and, despite being stronger than her, he didn’t fight to change that. Her slow pace, taking him inch by inch had him nearly begging to intervene. He wanted to grab her hips and rock her up and down on his shaft, to feel her clench around everything at once, but she kept her pace.

When she had taken him all in she moved the opposite way, again taking it so slowly that he shivered and twitched beneath her like an addict craving more. Her smile grew while she watched, despite the tears gathering at her eyes as she took him all in again. This time she stayed there to swirl her hips, allowing him to feel his dick touching every wall inside her.

“Please.. my moon..” he gasped, digging his fingers into the bed as she held him there.

Giggling she asked, “Yes, m’eudail?”

“Please..”

“Do you want my pussy to devour your cock?” She teased, continuing to move her hips even as her plan to tease him was failing and her chest fell against his with her core feeling like it was giving up.

He moaned a long, hungry sound. “Absolutely.”

She increased her pace, releasing his hands to place her forearms to either side of him and she rocked up and down. She pulled nearly as far away as she could, without leaving his member completely in the cold, before dropping back down on him.

Every movement had one of them gasping or moaning, and she was glad for her endurance as his hands moved to wrap around her ass. He began pulling her into him, meaning every time their hips met their time apart was shorter.

They knew when they began that neither of them would last long. They had become so worked up from waiting until the full moon, that their small amount of foreplay hadn’t even been necessary.

Her eyes began watering again when she sat up, and he was able to hit her g-spot again. She called out, a broken sound that came of surprise and pleasure, and he stuck with that position.

Each time he hit that spot the sound she made got a little higher, and after a few thrusts he realized it was because she had nearly stopped breathing. At the point when she made no sounds at all, her mouth parted slightly with her head falling back, she was there. He moved his hands more to the front of her hips, moving a thumb to rub her clit, as he held her down against him and rocked her back and forth.

Her head continued to hang back, sticking out her chest toward him, so he could watch it bounce with her breaths. One of his hands reached out to play with her breasts, rubbing and pinching her nipple between his rough fingers.

He felt a quiver in him, and pulled out to rub his shaft along her clit as he came over his own chest. She had watched him cum, feeling her own climax as she imagined the feeling of him doing that inside her, and carrying his pups.

They both started panting, finally able to gather normal breaths, when Jessamine moved back between his legs. She sucked on his dick, eager to finally get to taste him even it he was covered in her. Then she moved to lick up his chest, tasting him, with a flavoured like something smoked.

“Jessa, you don’t need to do that.” He moved to stop her but she did it all the same.

She smirked at him, still rolling in post orgasm bliss. “I know, I want to. Mmm, I want more of that. Maybe next time we start with that, and we see how long your second wind period is.”

He pulled her up to lay beside him. “I wouldn’t argue to that, so long as I get the same privilege.”

She traced small circles over his peck with a finger. “I could go again now,” she glanced down at his softened stick with a smirk, “if only I had something to ride.”

He smirked at her as well, turning to stick his tongue out. “Oh, I’ve got something for you to ride.”

She laughed but he moved up the bed to lay on the pillows, dragging her to wiggle along with him. He pat the soft headboard with his hand and winked at her.

She giggled, but he stared up at her, hunger returning. “I’m not kidding my love, I want you to ride my face until you cum again. Tell me exactly what you want, because we are not leaving this bed until you are satisfied.”