Who is Magpie?

When she woke up the next day, with a weight draped over her waist. She would have been more surprised if the heavy mass didn’t smell like a garden from her dreams. She wiggled back into him, enjoying his warmth against her back that helped soothe some of her worries away.

He moaned in his sleep, waking himself with the long gravely sound. “One more day Jessa.”

“Quiet, I’m sleeping,” she moaned, backing up against him tight enough that she could feel him firmly lengthened against her ass.

He groaned loudly in her ear. “One more day,” he reminded himself instead, kissing the side of her face as he squeezed her tightly.

While they had breakfast, Ezekiel reiterated what he had said the night before, telling her not to worry about trying to shift. She agreed, but they both knew she would try again later that night.

Today, he went with her to the gym, and no one dared to ask her to spar with their Alpha’s extra possessive demeanour.

After lunch she was called to the lobby to see a mound of packages taller than she was. Ezekiel marvelled at the stack like it was a mountain she had overcome with nothing but her hair pins.

“Did you find everything you ever wanted?” He asked hopefully, gathering up as many as he could in his arms.

She looked worriedly at the stack. “It’s a lot isn’t it? I told Talia and Willow it…”

He silenced her with a kiss. “It’s not nearly half of what you deserve. Besides, you can’t live in your gym clothes all the time.”

Ezekiel was hoping for a fashion show when they had gathered everything in her room. Jessamine wanted to just opened them all and toss them into the hamper without thinking too closely about them, but Ezekiel made a bargain. As they opened each box or bag he could pick one item he wanted to see on her.

They worked through packages with basic clothes like jeans and short sleeved shirts, moving on to a vacuum sealed bag with coats and sweaters. Many of the boxes were one or two pairs of shoes, meaning there was less effort to trying them on and they went right onto a shelf.

When she reached the bags containing her dresses and skirts she tried on every single one. The first dress she tried was a pick from Willow, an ankle length grey tule skirt with a vertical wave of fabric down the front that she had paired with a top Jessamine had thought was a swim suit.

Ezekiel moved to the edge of his seat, admiring her curves as the top gripped everything and the bottom hid it away. She spun around and around in front of the mirror to admire herself from all angles happily before moving on. The next dress had long sleeves and reached her knees, being made almost like knit but a fine weave.

Everything now made Jessamine smile. She had never been allowed to feel feminine, having her three styles for blending in, assignments or training. They were always the same, and she tried to mend them as much as possible to avoid the cost of replacing them. She thought of her coat that she had just barely been able to get blood out of with it’s thick stuffing as she pulled out a slinky silk dress.

“I would never be able to get blood out of this,” she mused thoughtfully, admiring the shine of the material in the light.

Ezekiel gave a surprised chuckle. “What makes you say that?”

She thought about it, honestly unsure why she was worried about bleeding in her new clothes. “I’m not sure. It’s usually my first concern.”

She stepped into the closet to try on the dress, emerging surprised by how ladylike she looked. The sleeveless dress reminded her of what she had seen Athena in as it clung to her muscular shape, clinging to her stomach muscles and gliding over her thick legs to fall more loosely about mid-thigh.

Ezekiel was already standing outside the closet when she came out, ready to capture her chin in his hand and angle her lips towards his for a kiss. “You don’t need to worry about that anymore,” he whispered.

Ezekiel had wanted to tear the tight dress off her, her remarks about the soft fabric only wanting him to feel her underneath it. She had nearly begged him to contain himself so she could wear it at least once before returning to her remaining parcels.

As she walked back into the closet she caught sight of one of the sleepwear brands, and scoop the parcel up. She could remember what she had bought from this one and pulled out the simpler of the two outfits to let him see now.

When she came out again she wore a shirt made almost entirely of lace, except for two specifically placed areas of pale fabric. Beneath it she had on a pair of underwear that had more strings than a spiders web, each one pressing into her full flesh like she had been gift wrapped.

To say Ezekiel’s jaw hit the floor would have been an understatement. He backed up to sit on the edge of the bed and beckoned her forward with a hungry desire she loved fearfully. His hands smoothed over her hips, playing over the strings like they were keys on a piano. He drew her in close, breathing in her scent and letting it feed into his desires.

She listened carefully to the sounds his body made, his heart and his breath telling her how much he was trying to hold himself back. She leaned against him, moving to push him up further on the bed and kneeling on either side of his legs.

His deep breaths continued to pull her in, his hands working up her back, beginning with a soft pressure that ended in the use of his nails.

“Alpha!” She gasped, finding Ezekiel long and not finding a pet name she liked yet, but his wolf roared all to approvingly.

Backing up on the bed further she pushed him down taking control of where her kisses went, beginning with his lips. He helped her remove his shirt and she pressed their bodies together, grinding her barely contained sex against his jeans inappropriately. Her hands weaved up through his hair, pulling herself down to him to kiss so feverishly that she wondered when either of them had breathed last.

She could feel him hardening beneath her, the rough seam of his pants working over the piece of fabric she wore. His back arched beneath her, forcing his firmness against her and pushing the fabric aside entirely, As her hips continued their movement the flap of his jeans rubbed against her lips, working between them to engage her clit roughly.

Her next breath raked up and down her throat. Everything was already so sensitive, and, with his constant praise after every outfit she had tried on, she was already wet with arousal.

“Jessa,” he groaned, “how you torture me.”

She smiled at this, never liking that word before now, and muttered, “I guess I‘ll make an exception for you.”

She flattened herself against him, pushing her chest up flush to his to the point that the top no longer hid anything. His hands stopped gripping at her back, winding up through her hair and grabbing a handful to pull her lips back to his. After indulging in a deep kiss he pulled her head to the side and nipped at her neck. Believing he was going to claim her, her breathing hitched in a high squeak of surprise that sent Ezekiel over the edge.

She felt the shiver roll through him, a warm sensation through his jeans, and he looked away from her embarrassed. “Did I just make you cum?” She kissed excitedly under his chin and over his neck.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. “You just sounded so adorable, and you smell so..” he trailed off, moaning out loud as his fingers continued to tangle through her hair. “That sound, I could live off that sound.”

She was elated that she could do so little to arouse him when up until now it had only been her to get off. She didn’t let up, holding him happily and pressing herself against the wet of his jeans. He held her as well, rolling over to put her beneath him as he grinned.

“You’re turn,” he growled but she giggled, trying to push him away.

“No, one more day,” she laughed.

He nuzzled her neck wIth his nose. “This doesn’t count.” He kissed down the centre of her rib cage, pulling the fabric back from her twin peaks to suckle at them wIth an eager delight.

“I can wait,” she insisted, though her legs twisted around and over each other with the increase in her arousal making her uncomfortable.

“A gentleman would never make his lady wait that long in this state.” His hand snaked down over her stomach and hip to between her legs.

A finger dipped between her legs and into her centre, coming out wet and glistening. He admired the fluid on his finger, lickIng it off with just the tip of his tongue while she watched, lost in the sight. His eyes flicked over to hers, smiling at the audience.

“Strawberries,” he whispered, slowly lowering himself to kiss down her chest, over the thin material that she could feel his warm breath through, until he laid with his arms wrapped around her thigh and his lips met hers. “With an outfit like this on you feel more like dessert than my meal.”

There was no pause before he began licking her clit and spreading his tongue wide to take her all in like an ice cream. He tore off the underwear, ignoring her complaints as he seemed to be trying to make her cum faster than he had.

She found herself thrusting her hips up towards him, begging to feel him deeper inside her. His tongue would quicken its pace while his lips would alternately latch on and suck like he meant to leave a mark.

She realized, as her breathing hitched, that they hadn’t closed the second set of doors as she heard someone knock. Ezekiel chomped down on that sensitive flesh with his lips covering his teeth and she ended up crying out as she loudly fell over the edge. He enjoyed this a little too much, as she slapped her hand over her mouth, and continued to lick her slowly, listening to her hum as she tried to be quiet.

“Come in.” Ezekiel called.

Jessamine thought she would have a heart attack. “Ezekiel, what the fuck.” She thrashed her legs against him, trying to get out of his grasp to hide in the closet.

He was chuckling as he held her back. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. They’ve already left.” He assured, kissing the insides of her legs by way of apology.

She relaxed, looking up at the roof in relief.

He led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Helping her out of the top gently, running his hands over the sides of her body with long languid breaths.

“See something you like?” She asked and he moaned approvingly. “Are you going to join me?”

He seemed to worry himself over the question, before shaking his head.

“Why is the full moon so important?” She insisted, popping a button on the top of his jeans.

She slid her had in, feeling him growing firm again and he moaned with his desire, but took a deep breath and pulled her hand out.

“It’s traditional. If the full moon can bless your union it’s said that you will live a long and happy life together,” he sighed, admitting his superstition. “With everything else that could have gone wrong on our way to finding each other, I wanted to give us the best start.”

She smiled at him, flattered entirely. “Ok, I’ll stop. What’s one more day.”

He kissed her forehead before pressing her hand to the outside of his pants. “But you’ve definitely given me something to think about in my own shower. After I change, I’ll come back to get you so we can walk to dinner together.”

She nodded approvingly and he left to go to his own room, realizing in horror as he left that he hadn’t wiped his face or done up his pants that were still wet from her dry humping him. Well… not dry, but….