You stumble to the bedroom door, Mor's hand fumbling for the handle until it opens and she can push you inside without having to separate from you.

You can still hear the sound of the inner circle's laughter echoing through the living room, but you couldn't care less. Mor closes the door with her foot and takes only a second to lock it and go back to kissing your neck.

These have happened more times than you two can count, always accompanied by some lame excuse to leave dinner at the same time. And of course everyone already knew the reason for this, but they liked to let you think that you were keeping some secret for now.

Mor kisses your lips, her hands moving up and down your body.

You don't know how long I've waited to have you in my bed again. I'm sorry i couldn't see you sooner, i was busy. Mor says as she pulls away enough to look at you and caress your face. She loved that you were her mate, she got so lucky with you.