She gasped and writhed against him, balling her hands into fists, her thighs trembling with tension against the sides of his face.
Her internal muscles clenched and quivered as his clever mouth worked her toward ecstasy, sensation building upon sensation, Morgan's lips and tongue unrelenting even as she all but shrieked her release and ground her pussy against his mouth. Every muscle in her body went rigid as her orgasm crested and climbed again, sending her tumbling into a maelstrom of pleasure that went on and on.
She was still moaning with the aftershocks when Morgan covered her with his body and thrust inside her with a single, powerful motion.
Even though she was soaking wet and more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, he stretched and filled her to the limit. With each clench of her core, she tightened around him, and she could feel the urgent throbbing of his engorged cock. He muttered a low curse, circling his hips almost imperceptibly, each tiny movement seeming unbearably magnified.
Morgan rolled over onto his back, carrying her with him. He grasped her hips, lifting her slightly, encouraging her to ride him.
Valerie obliged, putting her palms flat on the floor on the ice by his head for leverage, her generous breasts bouncing as she worked herself up and down on his thick cock. She was vaguely aware that her hands and her shins ached with cold, and realized that Morgan must have rolled off the coat and onto the packed-snow floor of the igloo, but she could tell his moans were of sheer pleasure, not of discomfort, and she wasn't sure she could have stopped even if she'd wanted to.
She raised and lowered herself, moaning as he flexed his hips, thrusting to meet her. He gripped her waist, breathing hard, and she flattened her hands on his chest, enjoying the searing heat of his honed muscles making the lingering chill flee from her fingers.
Morgan groaned helplessly. "Valerie, please … I don't think I can hold on much longer … "
She could see the strain in his jaw and the tendons standing out like cords in his neck. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her waist and his breathing was uneven, a hectic pattern of harsh gasps and shuddering exhalations.
In response, she sat upright and threw back her head, riding him harder, drawing her tight flesh over his shaft from root to tip then driving back down, rocking her hips, sending them both flying toward release.
As her whole being was overcome by blissful shudders that rolled and tumbled through her, Morgan arched beneath her and gave an impassioned shout as he spasmed into her tight, wet, heat. He cried out harshly again, shuddering as the sound turned into a low, helpless moan.
Valerie collapsed against him, fighting for breath, laying her head on his chest and listening to his heart hammering beneath. Morgan growled happily and wrapped his arms around her, still half-hard inside her.
Valerie didn't feel cold at all. She only wondered that they hadn't melted the igloo.
Chapter Twelve
"Yes, I will have a third cup of coffee, thank you," Valerie said to Morgan's maid DeeDee, taking an enormous gulp. Deedee, a short, rotund wolf shifter, was a member of Morgan's pack. She and the rest of the household staff travelled around the country with him every time he relocated.
"You're on your first cup," DeeDee pointed out.
"I'm planning ahead." Valerie drained the last of the coffee and held out her mug. DeeDee poured in more coffee from a carafe.
They'd gotten back an hour earlier, having fulfilled the three-day requirement. It was eleven a.m., and they were gathered in the formal dining room at Morgan's house. There were plates of food laid out along the white lace table runner.
Warmth had never felt so good. That and food. Forget about sex, today Valerie was fantasizing about eating an enormous dinner and five desserts, then passing out in a soft feather bed under twenty comforters.
Boothe had declared that they'd fulfilled the requirements, and he was headed back to California to be with his family.
Eileen had come to make sure that her friend had gotten home safely and was still in one piece. Morgan's family members had gathered at the other end of the long table, and they were eating food served by their own servants and muttering among themselves.
Morgan walked up to the table, tucking his cell phone into his pocket. "I just talked to the fire marshal," he said. "They checked the cabin, and at this point it appears as if the fire may have been accidental. They have no evidence of it being intentional."
DeeDee handed him a cup of coffee and he sucked it down thirstily.
"I can't believe you slept in an igloo," Eileen said. "What was that like?"
"Chilly." Valerie shook her head and gave a dramatic shudder, then drank half her coffee in one gulp. She grabbed a hot cheese Danish off a sterling silver platter. "I love you, baby," she said to the Danish. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She glanced at Morgan, broad-shouldered and gorgeous. He was stuffing a biscuit into his mouth, gravy was dribbling down his chin, and somehow he even managed to make that look sexy. "Second most beautiful," she amended.
She took a bite of the Danish and looked at it again. "First most beautiful," she whispered to the pastry, sotto voce.
"Oh, for heaven's sake, you two think you had a hard time?" Nelda said irritably. "I had to go back to that dreadful shanty town twice to finish up the decorating, or they would have utterly botched it. I simply couldn't sleep, thinking of what it would look like." She glanced over at Arthur.
"Arthur, don't those people just have the worst decorating taste you ever saw?"
Arthur was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. "Yes, ma'am," he said without looking up.
Nelda resumed her diatribe. "It took us hours and hours to make decent decorations, and all those human ladies kept talking to me. And that Teddy child kept following me around and asking annoying questions. I had to give her food to make her go away. And then she'd come back for more food."
"It's almost like she's hungry or something," Valerie observed drily.
"Well, then why doesn't her family take her to a restaurant, or have their chef fix her something?" Nelda said, looking annoyed. "I swear, these people have no practical decision-making skills. Are all humans like that? Why do they insist on living in such tiny houses? Why do they drive old cars that are always breaking down? And the food those so-called Benevolent Society ladies were serving them, if you could even call it food. What's benevolent about hot dogs? I was so sick of their swill that I ordered catering for everyone, and you've never seen such dreadful table manners. Forget about knowing which fork to use; those people use one fork for their entire meal. For every dish."
At the other end of the table, CoraBelle and Hud looked up, appearing suitably shocked and scandalized. They exchanged a glance that spoke of their horror and disdain. One fork?
Nelda glanced over at Arthur for support. "And to think, the humans call us animals." She made a tsking sound. "They don't even use finger bowls. Can you imagine?"
He looked up from his newspaper. "No. Yes. What were you talking about?"
"That must have been so hard for you." Valerie said it with a straight face. Eileen kicked her under the table and snickered into her hand.
"Thank you. I'm glad someone appreciates what I went through," Nelda said with wounded dignity, pushing her chair back from the table. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go plan tonight's meal."
Morgan grabbed a blueberry muffin from the plate. "I'll be upstairs in my office," he said to nobody in particular, and headed upstairs without glancing back at Valerie. Valerie felt as if he'd been avoiding contact with her from the moment they'd walked back into the house. What was his problem, all of a sudden?
Honoria glanced down at the other end of the table at the other pack members, and she stood up. Homer followed suit. "We're going to go study," she said to Valerie. "Glad you made it back in one piece." She and Homer left the room, after shooting a look of dislike at the other pack members.
CoraBelle fixed Valerie with an unwelcoming stare and bit savagely into a cherry Danish. The red oozing from her mouth looked like blood.
"DeeDee, everything was delicious," Valerie said. She grabbed a muffin and she and Eileen left the breakfast table and went into the living room. They settled onto a big brown leather sofa, facing a crackling fire in a flagstone fireplace. Like the rest of the house, the room was decorated with top-of-the-line furniture but no personal touches. Morgan had left most of the work to a decorator.