Page 66 of Unfettered Vampire

I gasp. I whine. I think I’m begging.

Oh lord. The pleasure is still building and building. Like pressure behind a dam. Actually, I think I am going to beable to cum like this. I can feel it brewing. Gathering like a storm.

A sharp pinch of pain from my nipple makes me yelp. My impending orgasm recedes.

“Not yet,” Morgan whispers.

I groan and shudder. All my muscles are trembling. I’ve been reduced to a quivering mess. Morgan is stupidly good in bed. It’s insane. I’m a very lucky man.

A deep groan vibrates through Morgan. I can feel it as well as hear it. He is about to blow.

“Cum with me,” he grunts.

He thrusts deeply and holds his hips flush with mine. He shudders and a burst of warmth gushes inside me. Suddenly, I’m moaning and spasming as an orgasm rolls through me. It is a long, gentle one that goes on and on. My ass clenches around Morgan’s cock, making as both cry out. I wail as my cock dumps its load onto the sheets.

Slowly, ever so slowly, reality returns and I find myself a wet-noodle-limbed sweaty mess in Morgan’s arms.

“That was wonderful,” I sigh.

Morgan kisses my neck again. “Thanks, you weren’t bad yourself.”

A sharp snort laugh escapes me and I try to whack him on the arm. This damn man is utterly impossible. He is perfect enough as it is. He can’t go around making me laugh as well.

My gaze flicks to the baby monitor. Three empty beds. Shit, the little darlings got up while we were fooling around. Thank heavens I have a lock on my door.

“The kids,” I mumble as I attempt to get up.

Morgan pulls me back down. “Have a house full of paranormal uncles. We can shower and get dressed first.”

I sigh in happy defeat. “Fine.”

We share a shower, but it is mostly quick and functional and only a little teeth-achingly sweet and tender. After we are finished, he throws a towel at me, and I throw one back. We laugh and dry ourselves off. Then we throw on comfy clothes. It is the weekend after all.

My gaze roams over Morgan. Black tee shirt and gray sweatpants. Perfection.

He smiles at me, takes my hand, and together we walk down the stairs. It is suspiciously quiet. Where the hell is everyone? I can sense a shit ton of people in the kitchen, but why on earth are they trying to be silent?

I open the kitchen door and nearly have the heart attack that Lello claims is impossible.

“Surprise!” bellows what seems like a hundred people.

Streamers and poppers go off. The kids jump up and down in excitement. There are balloons everywhere. And confetti. And an absolute mountain of food on the table and the counters. Including a giant chocolate cake. Of all the solid food in the world, I flipping love chocolate cake.

My gaze flicks around the crowd. Lello and Carter. Gray and Mal. Blue and Sammy. Pink and his mage. My heart aches that Red, Brodie and Jade are not here, but I have every faith that they will be back soon.

Finally, my gaze lifts up to the giant banner strung across the room, hanging haphazardly from the ceiling.

‘Happy Birthday Ned!’ it says. I recognize the kids’ paint work. And their hand prints.

This is why Morgan was keeping me in bed? So the others could set up a surprise party? The dirty, wonderful bastard. Morning sex is the very best way to be delayed.

Morgan leans close to my ear. “Happy 100th birthday, sweetheart.”

My eyes get annoyingly wet, but despite that, it really can’t get any better than this.