☆ ☆ Beta Morgana (Greed) ☆ ☆
I returned to my room after speaking with the Ulfric. The only one who still seemed suspicious was Morgana's sister. I found her sitting next to Darius, who was sleeping soundly. I softly said, "I'm back." She stood and gave me another glance before leaving us. I headed toward Darius, but when the door shut, I rushed over to my stash.
I seemed undisturbed, aside from the bottle I drank earlier. I wasn't sure how long Alpha Gray would keep me, so I drank one early, just in case. Each pint would only allow me to remain in the form for 24 hours, and if he had kept me for too long, I would have been discovered. I needed to get more snow or ice, as there wasn't much left from my makeshift cooler.
I opened one of the balcony's windowed French doors and gathered some more snow. Later, I would make a run for some more ice and text Pride about a more permanent solution after I rectified the melting dilemma on my hands. I gave up trying to bring the snow in with my hands and resorted to reusing the bathroom trash can.
It made the task easily five times faster, but I was running out of snow. I left a thin wall around the edges to avoid suspicion from anyone looking up from below. After I finished, I replaced the trash bag and closed the door to the bathroom. I paused for a moment before taking out Beta Morgana's phone.
I texted Pride, "The Ulfric is coming to this pack house to help his brother. He can not shift, and the members are becoming skeptical. I had to prove that I could shift and recite things from deep within Morgana's memories. It will not be safe for me to stay much longer." I hit send, knowing she would not receive the message until after the sunset in a few more hours.
I thought to myself, adding, "I'm running out of ways to keep the blood hidden and cold enough. If you can think of a solution, please let me know." That should be all for now. I could try to finish snooping in Morgana's office, but I think the Luna would get suspicious if I left Darius's side. I could at least bring the laptop in here; I could tell the Ulfric wanted me to go over some things if they asked.
When I left the room, the door creaked, and I walked quickly to the office. I grabbed the laptop and a few manilla folders that were sitting on her desk and began to head back to Morgana's room. Thankfully, I didn't run into anyone and closed the door quietly upon arriving. I set myself up on the bed and picked up where I left off.
I entered Morgana's password and began taking pictures of everything she had been researching recently to send to Pride. Once I felt I had done a thorough job, I moved to the manilla folders. It was more of the same—just printouts of the Excel sheets, hotel information, and pack information of all the packs that planned to participate in Kara's retrieval. There are 576 members now, with the loss of Darius and Beta Morgana.
I was impressed they had so many members; perhaps a culling was in order. With all of their strong members going into battle, it could be a good time to wipe out a few of the more powerful packs who are left defenseless. I would take all these documents with me when I left; besides, they were perfectly packaged and ready to go.
If I could say one nice thing about this werewolf, it was that Morgana was organized and thoughtful. She also typed out additional ideas and contingencies, though after she printed them out, she deleted them from her computer, perhaps as an extra precaution. They were meticulously laid out as if ready for presentation to her superiors.
It seemed that she was playing chess with herself and playing devil's advocate at the same time. She had answered most of the what-ifs and made plans for those, too. Darius was still sound asleep, and I was done with my search; I would wait for Pride's direction as far as whether I would be waiting for the Ulfric to arrive or if I would depart prior to that.
It was almost dinner time, and I could smell the food being prepared in the kitchen; just my luck: chicken parmesan, spaghetti, and garlic bread. These werewolves sure loved their garlic. I rolled my eyes, knowing that I would have to be closer to it to feed Darius; even though I wasn't affected in this form, it still felt wrong.
I let him rest for another hour and woke him as dinner was finished being prepared. He was still in his stupor, functioning in a purely instinctual manner. He followed me down the stairs to the kitchen, where I prepared his heaping plate. I piled the spaghetti on high, then stacked three chicken breasts on the sides of the mountain of spaghetti.
On the second plate, I added five slices of garlic bread. After this, I was going to make him brush his teeth and gargle an entire bottle of mouthwash. I stacked the bread neatly after we sat down and used that plate to cut the chicken breast. I twirled the noodles around the fork and then stabbed a piece of chicken to hold the noodles in place. I fed it to Darius, and he ate ravenously.
He cleaned both plates, and I asked, "Do you want more?" He didn't grunt this time, so I took this a no. I asked, "Do you want to go on another walk?" He didn't do anything, so I stood, placed his plates in the sink, and then I grabbed his hand and led him outside. Despite him agreeing, I thought it couldn't hurt.
I led him out to the same part of the woods we had gone to earlier this morning. His demeanor didn't change, although I wasn't expecting a miracle; anything would have been welcomed. I really wished that I had made him brush and gargle first, but I was at my wits' end. I needed a release after being deprived of one the other day, and this was going to be my last-ditch effort to attempt to make Darius somewhat coherent again.
I helped him sit down and stripped Morgana's clothes off of my body. His primal instincts were fully functioning, and his erect cock throbbed against his borrowed jeans. I undid the button and zipper and eased myself onto his cock while facing away from him to avoid his breath as much as possible.
He moved his hands to grab my waist as I thrust against him. I looked back at him and noticed the same gleam in his eyes that I had seen earlier. Damn, I should have done this sooner. He wasn't rough like Wrath; it was a nice change of pace. His throbbing cock was sturdy, but his hands were firm yet gentle.
I bounced up and down against his length, and though he wasn't as well endowed as Wrath, immense satisfaction coursed through my body. He did the first thing on his own since attempting to put on a shirt, and he shifted to a kneeling position as I placed my hands into the snow. He began thrusting on his own, and I heard several grunts of pleasure leave his mouth.
He still firmly held me by my waist as he continued to move in and out of me. I was getting close to orgasming, so I glided my hips back into him. He quickened his pace, and I could tell he was getting close, too. I twisted my hips, and I felt his hot semen fill me, and his cock pulsated.
Since I hadn't finished yet, if this intimate moment had been with Wrath, he would have just left after getting his release, and I was typically reduced to finishing myself off or seducing him into letting me finish while just using what erection he had left. Darius was different. Even though he had already come, he continued to thrust, ensuring that I got mine as well.
My body shivered, and I felt my pussy tighten around his cock. I let out a seductive chuckle and looked back at Darius. I said, "I love you." The words perplexed me as I had never said them before. Were Morgana's emotions seeping through, or was I so used to being used by Wrath that Darius' attention to making sure I got off as well overwhelmed me at that moment?
To my surprise, Darius murmured something; it wasn't clear, but it wasn't the grunts that I had grown accustomed to. I looked at him, shocked, "What did you say?" He struggled over the words for several minutes but finally got it out, "I love you." It was a confidence boost, for sure. I smiled; I had just cured him by fucking him.
I pulled up his pants and got myself dressed. I took him by the hand, "Come on, we have to tell the Luna." We rushed back to the house, and I found Morgana's sister. I exclaimed, "He spoke, he spoke." She looked at me wide-eyed, "What did he say?" I replied, "I love you."