Laying in bed, I'm not able to sleep. Taylor is cuddled up to me, his head resting on my chest and his arm thrown over my waist as he sleeps. Light from the moon is peeking in through the space between the window and the curtains, making it possible to see the shadows dancing around the room.

My thoughts are going a thousand miles per hour in my head, refusing to let me sleep. What Jesse and Alexis were talking about before, the monster they saw while out on patrol, haunts my mind. The thought of something even more dangerous than the infected or the Warriors is hard to believe, but the adamant way they were talking about it makes it nearly impossible to push to the side.

Taylor mumbles something in his sleep, wiggling around a little until he is in a more comfortable position. I pull him a little tighter against me, rubbing his back until he drifts off to sleep again. We both decided to try and get some sleep before the moon hits its highest peak, knowing that we will not be getting much of it once his heat starts. Now, it is just a waiting game, but the way that Taylor keeps squirming around makes me think that I will not have to wait for much longer.

Taylor stretches against me, a low moan leaving his lips before his eyes finally blink open. Looking around, he takes in the moon light peeking in through the window and then his eyes settle on me. His brows are scrunched in confusion for a few seconds before he really takes in my face and the confusion is replaced by a timid smile.

"Hi, lovely," I whisper, rubbing my hand along his side. He nuzzles his head into my neck, placing a few kisses along my collarbone and trailing them up to the underside of my jaw.

"Hi," he says once he reaches my ear. Looking into his eyes, I see that they are full of lust, but I can still see the love in them.

"How are you feeling?" I question, already knowing what his answer will be. Taylor puts his right leg in between the two of mine before he starts grinding his hardening cock on me.

"Like I need you inside me, right now," he says before kissing his way from my ear to my mouth. He teases me with soft brushes of his lips against mine but pulls away whenever I try to deepen it. Finally, after the third time he pulls away, I tangle a hand in his hair and pull his lips down to mine. I can feel his smile as he kisses me, and I nip his bottom lip in retribution before soothing it with my tongue.

Taylor doesn't waste any time with getting the both of us out of the boxer briefs we wore to bed, leaving us both naked on top of the blankets. Heat rushes through my body as Taylor's hands roam down my body, exploring every sensitive spot I have and lingering on my waist.

"Tate," he says breathlessly, pulling his lips away from mine. He pulls on my waist and I follow along with the movement, rolling on top of Taylor so that our bodies are flush against each other. I can feel how hard his cock is from where it is pressed against my hip. Moving to the right a little bit, I line us up before reaching down to wrap a hand around the both of us.

"Oh God," Taylor says with a whimper, and I answer him with a groan. Just having him like this feels wonderful, I don't know if I will be able to last long enough to get inside him. Running my hand up and down the lengths of both of us, I look down at Taylor's face. His eyes are closed while his lips are parted, the pleasure evident on his face. Seeing how much he is enjoying himself causes me to get harder than I was before, something I did not think was possible.

"Lovely," I say, leaning down to kiss along his neck in order to get his attention. His eyes flutter open and meet mine, and I can see the heat raging in his tawny colored eyes. "Did you bring the lube?"

"Yeah," he says, pulling just enough away from me in order to open the drawer in the nightstand and pull out a small blue bottle of lube. Pressing one more kiss to his red lips, I sit back and take the bottle from his outstretched hand.

Scooting down the bed, I make sure that there is enough room for me to lay down in between Taylor's legs. Taylor watches me with half lidded eyes, spreading his legs to accommodate me. Rubbing my hands softly along his legs, I kiss the top of his thigh, only inches away from his straining cock. Taylor lets out a small moan when I trail kisses up one leg, stopping just before his cock to continue the kisses on his other leg. Purple love bites are left behind along the top of his thighs before I stretch up to kiss his flat stomach.

His body is the most amazing one I have ever seen. While most others lust after people with ripped stomachs, Taylor's softer one is perfect to me. He doesn't have definition in his abs, but there is just enough softness for me to kiss. I run my nose through his happy trail, breathing in his wonderful scent before leaving a soft kiss right below his belly button. A whimper comes from above me, and looking up, I see the wolf I love watching me with hooded eyes. His hands find their way to my unruly curls, petting them back as I continue to leave purple marks along his stomach and hips.

Finally, with one last kiss, I make my way down to the most wonderful cock I have ever seen. Pressing a kiss to the head of his cock, I look up at him through my dark lashes. Taylor seems to enjoy this because the fingers tangled in my curls pull a little tighter, and a small moan rumbles from his chest. Deciding to finally give into the temptation in front of me, I wrap my mouth around his cock and take as much of him into my mouth as I can, wrapping a hand around the base. With every bob of my head, I twist my hand, earning a string of curses from Taylor's pretty mouth.

"T-Tate, I'm not going to last long if you keep doing that," he says, voice catching when I give him an extra hard suck. With one last bob of my head, I reluctantly let his cock slide out of my mouth, pressing a reverent kiss to the head before snapping open the bottle of lube in my hand.

Looking up at the beautiful man in front of me, I see that his eyes are once again closed in pleasure. "Are you sure about this Taylor? I don't want you to feel pressured or like you have to do this."

His eyes snap open, flicking down to meet mine. The fingers in my hair tug on my curls, pulling me up far enough so that he can give me a deep kiss. Just when I feel like I may die from a lack of oxygen, he pulls away just far enough so that he can talk. His brown eyes are shimmering and his lips brush against mine as he speaks. "Tate, I love you, and I want this more than anything. I want this, and I want this with you, okay?"

I nod my head, and Taylor gives me another kiss before laying back down against the pillows behind him and unwinding his fingers from my curls.

"I love you, too," I tell him, emphasizing my words by pressing a kiss against the inside of his hip. Taylor smiles down at me.

Squeezing the bottle in my hands, I get plenty of slick on my fingers before flicking it closed and throwing it back down on to the bed. Taylor watches me as I trail my fingers from the root of his cock all the way back to his hole. He slides his legs up and plants his feet on the bed, making it easier for me to get to the spot we both want me to be.

Slowly, I press one finger into Taylor, feeling as he tenses at the intrusion before finally relaxing enough for me to press all the way in. The heat and tightness around my finger is unbelievable and I know I will not last long once my cock replaces my finger.

"Another," Taylor whispers after a couple of minutes. Looking up at his face, I see the pleasure he is feeling and know that it is okay to add the second finger.

Taylor takes the second finger easily enough, and it is not long before he is asking for another one. With every few pumps of my finger, I press a kiss on his thigh. My cock is growing hard, and I can feel the small puddle of precome on the bed from where I am grinding on it to get some friction.

"Tate, I need you in me." He pulls me up so that I am kneeling in between his legs. "Now."

I must be taking too long for him because he reaches down and wraps a slick hand around my cock before I can respond. I had not even realized that he had grabbed the bottle of lube a couple of minutes ago, but the feeling of his slick fingers sliding along my length makes me feel like I am about to explode from pleasure.

Taylor pulls away, just as my orgasm starts to build. "Nope, you don't get to come until you are inside of me."

I do not waste another minute before lining up to his hole. I press against him, watching as the head of my cock slowly slides inside him. Taylor wraps his legs around me and trails his hands down to my ass, flexing his fingers.

"You okay?" I ask, refusing to move until I know that he is ready. Taylor nods his head, and I slowly slide into him. Looking down, I watch as my cock disappears inside his body. It is the hottest thing I have ever seen, and the feeling of Taylor squeezing my ass and pulling me closer is making it difficult for me to hold back.

Once my hips are flushed with his, I lean down and slot our mouths together. Taylor starts moving his hips, and I get the memo. Without moving my mouth from his, I pump my cock in and out of his hole, adding a swivel of my hips every time I sink completely inside him. Taylor pulls his lips away from mine and moans my name, spurring me to go even faster.

"Ah, Tate, I'm so close," he slurs, voice heavy with pleasure. "Please, I need to come, and I need you."

"I've got you, lovely," I say, reaching down to wrap my hand around his straining cock before reconnecting his mouth with mine. Taylor moans as I match the pulls on his cock with the pumps of my hips. It isn't long before he is moaning my name against my lips and his cock spills across my pumping hand. My hips start to stutter as I feel myself growing closer, and Taylor must tell that I am about to come, also.

"Come for me, Tate," he whispers in my ear, pulling my lobe into his mouth and nibbling on it. "I need you, Tate. Want you and a baby. I love you forever, my lovely." His words cause me to tip over the edge, and I bite down on his neck so that the whole house doesn't hear me shout his name while I come. My hips are pressed as close to his as possible, and Taylor's legs tighten around me, refusing to let me go even when I am done coming.

When I try to pull away, Taylor whimpers. "Stay inside me? Don't want you to go, yet."

"Of course, lovely." I grab a discarded shirt from the floor and wipe the come from Taylor's chest, never slipping from his warm hole. Once he is all clean, I lay us down on our sides, me spooning him from behind.

Reaching down, I pull the blanket over us. Taylor sighs in contentment, wiggling back against me as much as he can, and I tighten my arm around him. My heart is still pumping fast, and I feel as if it is going to explode from happiness and love. I rub my nose along the back of Taylor's neck, reveling in the afterglow.

"Was that okay, lovely? Are you feeling sore?" I ask hesitantly. Taylor doesn't answer me for a minute, instead laying his hand on top of mine where it is resting on his stomach.

"Tate, that was wonderful. I know you worry about me because of everything that happened, but I don't want you to think about that right now. I just want the both of us to be in the here and now. Yeah?"

"Yeah, you're right," I whisper, placing one last kiss on the back of his neck, before relaxing into the mattress.

"I'm always right," he mumbles into his pillow, patting my hand in a faux placating manner. Pinching his side, I am rewarded with a soft laugh that causes an even wider smile to spread across my face. "Now, go to sleep. My horniness will be back in a few hours, and I am exhausted."

It does not take either of us long to fall asleep, cuddled close to each other, and just like Taylor had predicted, I am woken by him only a couple hours later. By the time morning finally rolls around, I am exhausted and do not want to get out of bed. The heat radiating from Taylor is just too much, so I try to scoot him off my chest. Once I am free, I roll over to go back to sleep only to feel his warm arms wrap back around my waist. Somehow I manage to start to drift back to sleep, despite the living furnace plastered to my back, but just when I am on the cusp of wondrous sleep, a knock on the door pulls me back from the edge.

The door opens before I have time to get out of bed and answer it. Rubbing my eyes, I look over to see Alexis peeking her head into the room. Seeing that Taylor is still asleep, she speaks in a whisper, so that she does not disturb him.

"You guys need to get up soon. We have a lot to discuss. Be downstairs in an hour." She waits for my nod of confirmation before ducking back out of the room. I flop back down onto the mattress, not bothering to try and unwind from Taylor's arms. Too hot and fitful sleep is better than no sleep at all.