Chapter 23: Sleepy Mornings

Amelia woke up right at sunrise to Kurt’s warm tongue between her legs.

She moaned gently as she clasped the covers, warm and beyond comfortable in her getaway cabin. The smell of coffee downstairs in the kitchen swept throughout their romantic bedroom, and cascading sunlight across the tall snowy, forest trees peered past the window’s blinds.

Kurt cupped Amelia’s thighs, then made fast, sweeping circles with his tongue on her clitoris. He skimmed his fingers up past the belt of her robe, untied it, and played with her large breasts while he worked her with his tongue.

Amelia’s life had become pure sexual heaven.

She rested her hands on the back of Kurt’s head and forced him even closer to her, and he made soft sucking noises as he breathed on her, not stopping for a second and making his tongue twist even faster.

“Oh babe,” Amelia panted, digging her fingers into his hair, “You’re so good. Just like that!”

Amelia was waking up to round twelve.

Or was it thirteen?

Fourteen?

They’d fucked so much last night she’d lost count of how many times he’d made her cum.

She was still shaking the grogginess of last night’s wine entwined with her peaceful dreams, and more intoxicating than the bottles they finished together were Kurt’s fingers, dancing their way inside her and to her G-spot. His tongue was relentless and he curled his fingers deep into her pussy, making Amelia moan Kurt’s name so loud as she orgasmed that the birds outside singing their morning songs took off at Amelia’s cry of pleasure.

Amelia caught her breath and Kurt offered her a few more lustful licks.

“To what do I owe such an incredible pleasure,” Amelia huffed.

Kurt elbowed his way up the bed and put his arm out so Amelia could use his toned bicep like a pillow.

“I didn’t want to pull a Bruce on you and just disappear,” Kurt said with a charming grin.

Amelia touched a finger to his sleek, sculpted chest. “Is my big important werewolf leaving me?”

“Unfortunately,” Kurt smiled, “I’ve been summoned to a pack meeting.”

He planted a large wet kiss on Amelia’s decadent lips. “And just in case I didn’t get to see you until the evening, I wanted to leave you with a little something.”

Kurt teased Amelia by placing his index finger on her exposed slit.

Amelia gasped and picked up the scent of coffee and potatoes downstairs.

“Did you cook breakfast too?” she asked.

Kurt shrugged, kissed her on the forehead, and slipped his arms into a thick denim jacket with white fur on the collar.

“Yours is in the oven,” he said with a wink.

“You’re too good to me,” she said, turning in the sheets and wishing her lover would come back to her so that they could enjoy the sunrise together.

“Believe me, Amelia, nothing is as good as how you handled me last night.”

He leaned on the doorway with his shoulder, blew her a kiss and said, “I love you, Amelia.”

“I love you too,” Amelia said with a cute, scrunched face as the sun poking through the blinds made her shut an eye. “Be safe.”

Kurt sexily raised an eyebrow and said, “Always.”

When he got inside his rusty, decades-old muscle car, he looked out at the serene lake and his incredible house.

He started his car, thought of Amelia, cackled, then mumbled to himself, “Fucking dumb bitch.”

And at the same time as Kurt was driving to his meeting and Amelia’s eyes were closing to fall back asleep, Silvana’s were just shutting.

She had decided to hear her father out, and wanting a distraction from thinking about Bruce, the two had talked until sunrise. Mostly, Solaris assured Silvana how he would be in good enough shape to be Guardian, and drove home the point that it’s what Silvana’s mother wanted.

And after his third scotch, Solaris told Silvana stories from when he first met her mother; stories she’d never heard but always wanted to.

His happiness was like a lullaby to Silvana.

The scotch helped too, though that was all part of Solaris’s plan-- if he got Silvana drunk enough, then hopefully she’d sleep through The Meeting of the Moons, and Solaris would have enough time to complete the extraction without her notice.

Except, he had truly enjoyed his time bonding with his daughter, and had gone a little too far into his cups as well. He might even try to sleep for a short while to regain some strength before the evening’s full moon and Bruce’s transformation.

Nevertheless, Solaris approached his dozing daughter. Her knees were curled up to her chest and her head resting on the arm of the chair. She snored softly and gently with utter exhaustion, and Solaris admired his daughter’s fortitude.

He took the empty scotch glass from her hand before she dropped it, placed a real throw pillow from the sofa beneath her head, and covered her in a warm, fuzzy red blanket.

Stoking the flames in the fireplace, Solaris observed his slumbering daughter, smiled, and for a moment considered letting Bruce go and finding another way to cure himself.

Then his lungs ached, and he held the wheezes in the back of his throat with teary eyes so that his hacking wouldn’t wake Silvana.

Of course, there was no other way to resolve his issues than to kill Bruce.