Marked
Colton laughs but my insane need must be waving at him and overwhelming him too as he only stops to put on his condom and gets on top of me right away, no hesitation. Abandoning this slow and steady for instant gratification.
“So maybe next time foreplay will be lengthier. You’re wet enough already that it shouldn’t hurt much so maybe we should just get this done and then the second time, we can go slower… enjoy it without the tension.” He braces himself over the top of me, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against mine and I open my eyes to be faced with glowing amber eyes and the most gorgeous male I have ever known nestling his body back onto mine. He doesn’t say anything, just a kiss on the end of my nose as he catches me unawares with a little smooth slide of his pelvis and completely enters me. It doesn’t give me time to tense up or expect it, just boom he’s inside of me and I’m thankful it’s how he did it.
I gasp as first the pleasure of him doing it, expands and stretches me out in ways I never knew could be so amazing within my own body, but then that sharp stab of pain as he completely buries himself within me almost knocks my breath away and I wince and shudder underneath him. A slicing almost snap of something that pangs through my abdomen; no more severe than a really bad one second period cramp but enough to knock the wind out of my sails and the blood drains from my face. My moan turns to yelp as my body stiffens and I go ridged in his arms; he pauses completely before moving out of me slightly and slowly and rests down over me, coming to a complete stop.
“You okay?” He leans in and kisses tenderly on the mouth, seeking me out to make sure I am as I wriggle my body and try to quickly recover from that burning sensation ravelling up my belly and across my stomach. I only manage to wriggle myself down so that he slides back to where he was and the pain is replaced with a soothing warmth as he fills me again and I moan under my breath at the reigniting pleasure.
“Don’t stop.” I breathe the words at him, clinging to his arms, closing my eyes tight and grip his biceps with fervour. He lowers his head once more and traces his tongue across my throat distracting me for a second, igniting small sparks and goosebumps across my skin before he moves his hips and pushes into me once more. It’s the most pleasurable pain I have ever known. Stingy, a little tender yet it fades with every stroke he makes, pushing in and out until he finds a slow rhythm and I adjust to better move with him. It’s uncomfortable with the first few but as I seem to self-lubricate once more and his body grinds into mine, bringing us together properly , it changes to that waving sensual deliciousness that I felt when he used his hand.
My gasps turn to moans once more, the warmth soothing away the worst of the pain although the slight burning inside dampens and there is a tiny ache deep inside of me that is being massaged by Colton sliding in and out, in slow even thrusts. He kisses me, caresses my face with one hand, tracing my cheek and eyebrow and showers me with nibbles and small kisses across my jaw and mouth as he increases with speed and has me moaning and groaning and arching under him. Over and over, growing faster together as the minutes tick by and he just intensifies what it does to me as he gets a little more aggressive with his thrusts. He strains over me, careful not to crush me under him and it leaves him free to move, focusing all his attention on the noises I’m making and adjusting to what he deems is something I like. It’s subtle changes in angle, rhythm, ferocity as he feels me out and responds to my body with the goal of making me enjoy this. He’s attentive and I thank the fates they gave me a lover with a clue. I get that he probably wants to change position but this works for me and I am not at that stage of full immersion where I want to start experimenting. This is overwhelming enough and feels good as is, and I don’t want to move in case it hurts again.
Sex is unique in a surprising way. There is nothing to compare what it feels like but I guess done badly this could be horrendous. With Colton it’s mind blowing ecstasy, even with the first hurdle of pain as he dominates my body and I become this heavy lump of useless wrapped around him. Completely surrendering to what he’s doing to me and only capable of noises and shallow breathing as the feeling builds up inside of me to levels that blot out any ability to think or feel beyond sensation.
“Marking hurts… I can’t do anything about that, but if I get you close enough to climax, it should take the edge off.” Colton’s voice comes through. Mid thrust, mid groan but I am so lost in darkness inside my own body, overwhelmed by this growing mass of goodness as it crawls up my limbs and devours my skin and body slowly. A hot wave of tingles and pleasure creeping up and wrapping around me until it gets to my stomach and ties it all knots. My breathing is rapid, my moans are just voiceless breathless pants now and as it grows to an overwhelming crescendo threatening to pull my mind and vision into this wave of building something. Colton leans in and without prior warning sinks his teeth into soft curve above my breast, inflicting a piercing stabbing agony that is a hundred times worse than breaking my hymen. I cry out in both pain and ecstasy as his plan comes to fruition and everything inside of me explodes magnificently.
The bite mark is numbed out completely by my full-on loss of body control as my first real orgasm devours me whole and it’s more powerful than I could have predicted. A crescendo of stars blind me and sparkle across my entire vision as I spasm and lose control of all of my limbs, my body pulsing and twitching with extreme mind throbbing climax and I cry out. For my first ever, it’s probably the best thing I have ever felt in my life. Like sneezing really hard only a hundred times better and it affects every single nerve ending and leaves you completely sated and satisfied. It lasts only seconds but those few delicious long drawn moments of complete body control as I soak Colton between my thighs are pure bliss and leave me with reside tingling across my skin and inside my stomach and pelvis.
I slump into a useless heavy mass as soon as the waves subside and come back to reality, completely aware that Colton is no longer either inside of me or biting me and blink my eyes open to look at him, face flushed and a little embarrassed I just had an all out spasm attack and cried like he was killing me. There’s no pain in my chest and yet I don’t want to look at see some deep bloody mess down there. Although it doesn’t feel wet and there’s literally no trace of blood on Colton’s face from what I can see.
“Look at you.” He grins at me, prodding me very slightly in the cheek where I can feel a build up of heat and assume, I am rosy and flushed and must look like I just fell asleep and was woken suddenly as my eyes are so heavy and almost unfocused. I assume I look like you are meant to after a mind-blowing climax like that and he seems very proud of himself. The aftereffects are as good as the during and my body feels weightless and relaxed like a thousand years of stress and tension were lifted off. I could fly if I wasn’t wedged under him and he looks equally relaxed and happy with himself.
“You feel up to it being my turn? All you have t do is complete the union, but you need to be on top.” He point out , a hint of tiredness in his tone and I reach up and stroke my fingers across his jawline, loving the feel of subtle stubble as it grazes my delicate skin. I couldn’t love this face anymore if I tried right now.
I blink at him then down between us as I think about it and as good as what he just did was, I honestly cannot do a round two just yet. My body has gone on vacation and my legs are like Jello so that I am not even sure I have the full use of them anymore. My lady parts are throbbing and now the pleasure has stopped it definitely hurts down there, like something got snapped or grazed inside. I feel tender and maybe not so quick to put his manhood back in there for tonight anyway.
“We might have to do some recovery delay time.” I point out, the horror or a rematch must be evident on my face but he only shakes his head at me, a smile breaking across that cute boy face and my favourite dimples shine down at me.
“Trust me , as much as I hate to admit that our first time lasted under six minutes, because it’s pretty embarrassing, I already came due to lack of action, way too much build up and excitement for finally being able to touch you and we don’t need to be going for round two yet. I climaxed majorly and it’s very sensitive down there, so, we both need some down time before I make up for this sad attempt and give you a decent second go at it. You just need to get up and mark me to finish this. You are mine…..forever and ever and ever and ever……” Colton buries his face in my neck and starts nibbling me playfully, torturing me with his full body weight getting released on top of me and pulling a fit of giggles out of me until I fight him off and bat him away. Sore all over from his nips and grazing kisses and from that five o’clock shadow starting to peek. My skin blushing from his attentions and the fatigue I see evident in him is starting to ebb my way.
“How am I supposed to get up if you don’t get off of me?” I retort, trying to calm the laughing fit he caused me, to be able to speak and breathe at the same time and Colton rolls off me to let me go. Sighing heavily in a sound that is very much satisfaction and splays out on the bed with his head tilted up at me.
“You just had to ask, Princessa.” He lays back kicking out the sheets from under him as he does so and pushes them down the bed. I sit up and yank my side back too to aid him in his endeavours and get under them so he can pull his over him and then I slide up onto him. I carefully crawl up, no shyness about being this way and straddle him over the area his hips are, so I don’t sit on his now no longer erect manhood. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate my squashing it when it’s ‘sensitive’
I flinch as my body connects with his, nestling down, underneath tender even though our union was brief and I catch the look of guilt sweep over his face before he smooths it out to conceal it. His hand comes up to trace where he marked me and for the first time, I actually pay real attention to where it is and find the courage to look, shocked that the reason there is no pain or throbbing and I hadn’t even acknowledged it is it’s already healed. No blood, no gash, but a perfect bite mark of dark scars that are smooth to the touch, almost like a tattoo in subtle hues. I stroke over it too; eyes widening in wonder and throw him a quizzical glance. I didn’t turn so I don’t understand how it’s healed.
“Marking isn’t the same as inflicting a wound. It heals almost as you are doing it….makes it permanent somehow so that when we turn, it never goes away. It’s magical. I guess having sex while doing it makes a difference.” Colton smiles at me answering the unspoken question and I nestle properly over him, taking my time to find a less ‘ouchy’ spot before relaxing as slow as I can and trace my fingers across his chest trying to pick a spot.
“Maybe I won’t bother… think I might have changed my mind.” I joke with a serious look on my face and sit back to push my hands on my hips instead. Feeling playful now I am in control and the one calling the shots up here.
Colton just rolls his eyes and presses me on my nose like I’m a juvenile, before letting both his hands nestle around my hips.
“You won’t be wanting sex from me again then huh? I mean ….I’m not that kind of guy anymore… no mark equals no mating. Even when the haze comes.” He shrugs playfully and I just shake my head at him and make a ‘hmmmm’ noise as though I am really considering it. I like the teasing, it’s cute and I like Colton’s playful cheeky face all the more now that I have no more doubts about us.
To be honest the first time was maybe quick and I am suffering a little from it but I definitely want to do that again and explore how much better it can be. I always heard the first time is nothing compared to when you master it and have it a few times which means I am in for a world of amazing sex because Colton has skills. I don’t want to miss out on that and besides, can’t have this sex pot unmarked when the haze moves in. Femmes might kidnap him from me and hold him hostage until they get their fill. I need to mark my man.
“Such threats should be punished, Mr Santo. I might just go to sleep.” I smile as wickedly as I can at him and cast him a raised eyebrow smirk. Warm and cosy in the security that this is real, and he’s mine.
“Go ahead, I’m kinda beat. I could use the sleep.” He folds his arms behind his head, as though he really doesn’t care at all and closes his eyes and it riles me enough to slap him on the peck. Sudden outrage that he might not be joking and it ignites an internal minor temper tantrum.
“Hey!!” It’s real outrage and that chuckle he expels is an instant dampening tool. Colton opens his eyes and grins at me, chasing away any doubt that he was not playing and he strokes his thumbs over my thighs.
“Stop messing and make me your bitch already. You know I love you, and this…… it’s holding up everything else. Mark me woman, before I smother you against me and make you do it.” There is a tone of seriousness in that even, if it’s in good humour and I know I am only really delaying because I am nervous about this final step. It’s been a lot and I am finally going to do it. Not just mark him but unbind something I have been trying to master for weeks and that is terrifying to me. When I bite him, and taste his blood within me then it finalises everything and I will not only get the last memories we have of being apart in a fresh imprinting but a chance to be able to harness the powers I posses completely. It’s a big step and I am not ready for any of it, but I need to take a leap of faith.
Fear isn’t going to make this easier, it’s only going to make me work myself up into complete anxiety and make him think I really have changed my mind. I lean down, inhale slowly to calm the inner trepidation, close my eyes, elongate my wolf teeth and blindly sink into his peck muscle in an area I had aimed for.
There’s a moment of complete abhorrence as I bite the man I adore; hating that I am inflicting pain and wounding him. The taste of his blood almost makes me gag as it fills my mouth, choking me with its consistency and my fangs sink into soft tissue that’s both warm and smooth as hot liquid thick and repugnant metallic aftertaste hits my tongue.
It’s awful but yet, I am almost completely distracted a moment later when I’m yanked away from what I am doing by a mind being filled with thoughts, feelings, memories, images and whizzing moments of time spinning around my head and pulling me back. Just like the first time we ever imprinted, it’s a do-over only with more potency.
I lose sense of space and time as it happens and I am not even aware I have pulled my teeth out of him until his hand catches me by the wrist and then the other to steady me so I don’t fall. I’m breathless, feel like I have just been hit by a train for the second time in my life and the dizziness sends me reeling sideways unable to hold myself taught. The room spins and slumps sideways as Colton braces me and gently helps me lay down on the bed as reality comes back, before he pulls me in against him and wraps me in his arms.
I take a moment to recover and come back to the land of the living. Unlike the first time we imprinted, this time has a wave of surreal and dreamlike that lingers and the taste of his blood trickles down my throat warming me, filling me up with insane emotions before finally fading away to a gentle stroke down my legs. It was almost like a mental orgasm with less severity and I blink my eyes open to find Colton pushed up against me, doing the same thing. Nose to nose we both open our eyes almost in unison before he breaks into a smile and kills the eerie silence.
“That was ..interesting. I feel drugged.” His voice is low and husky, and he looks utterly exhausted now. Dark shadows under his eyes which are a little lacklustre in colour even in this dim lighting. It’s mirrored in me and my body has given up any hope of getting back out of bed anytime soon.
That’s it, exactly what I feels like. As though we have been inhaling powerful vapours that render you completely relaxed and happy giddy so that you lay around chilling like hippy stoners. Satisfied in every way and you just want to lie here and revel in it. I feel light and free, yet delirious in happiness as though no worries are left inside of my brain for the time being. It’s like chemical high and it leaves you temporarily content with everything in life.
“Me too.” I sigh fully sated, curling up in his tight embrace as he slides his arms around me firmly and pulls my body to fit his from toes to noses. His skin on mine, close contact in the best way, sharing air and yet this feels completely natural and so right. Like I was always meant to be wrapped up with him. I have nowhere else in the world I would rather be than here with hi and I want to stay this way forever. My heart healed, my soul complete and now I can sleep safe and secure beside him and never know that kind of loneliness again.
Colton reaches down and pulls the sheets over us, up to my shoulder and reaches up over his head to press something attached to the headboard. All the lights of the room go off together in unison, every single lamp and dim glow, leaving us only illuminated from behind him by the moon coming in through the window as the curtains sit open. The darkness makes this seem more intimate somehow and I lay my head against his chest inhaling the unique smell that is only him and it makes me feel complete.
“So much for reading to your mother.” I point out with a soft almost inaudible tone, smiling as his arm comes back around me and he nuzzles his chin on top of my head as he gets comfy then yawns, stifling it with a fist over his mouth. I can feel the waves of genuine fatigue washing my way form him and how desperately he needs to sleep. This was a big thing, between us and even though we should mark the occasion by staying up and talking about what this was…how momentous it was for both of u, I really want to experience sleeping in his arms and waking up to him in the morning to start a real life as mates.
“I’m sure she will forgive me considering I not only marked my mate but restored the powers that were taken. That deserves sleep in bed with my new Luna in my arms.” He yawns again, straining his voice and then buries his face back in my hair with a deep exhale.
“My powers!” I squeak and shoot up to a sitting position, forgetting all about being too tired to move, extending my hands and staring at them as though they will suddenly look completely different and I would somehow now. I mean I didn’t feel any kind of anything that was possibly specifically power related but then again, what would that even feel like?
I blink at them, turning them over in the dark until I catch Colton looking me oddly. Focused fully on my face with that hint of amused adoration I sometimes catch with him. Colton looks happy, and that makes me all bubbly and gooey inside because I know I did that for him.
“What is it you expect to see?” he laughs at me and pulls himself to sit and prop against the headboard to watch me, giving in to the fact I am not about to let him sleep and I just shrug.
“I don’t know, maybe glowing or something like…” I flick my hand purposely towards the cabinet across the other side of the room nonchalantly, not really sure what I am doing and then shriek in utter surprise when the contents on the top swipe off to the floor in a clattering crescendo that almost makes me have a heart attack. I gasp in shock, stare at the mess and then my hands before turning to him, like a kid who just found a dollar in the street.
“Like that?” Colton looks impressed and not the slightest bit mad I just sent a whole array of bottles and whatever’s onto the floor making a huge unsightly mess. I gawp at it and gently make the same motion at the already broken remains, willing myself to do it again and squeal when they are spread across the floor by about a foot as though an invisible brush swept them away. It’s almost like breathing, I can wilfully extend my touch and move things in ways I could never dream of before and it excites me on a whole other level. My insides bubbling like a little mini volcano and I start to juggle on the bed, unable to conceal my glee. The vapour energy or whatever it is, it’s clear now and I can’t see it the way I did in the forest because I am no longer battling a spell trying to bind it.
“It’s your turn!” I bounce at him grabbing his hand in utter excitement and yank him a little, dying to see whatever it is he now has unleashed. Maybe he might have Sierras blue glow which would be totally cool and maybe a bit of a turn on but Colton shakes his head at me, despite my juvenile attempts to haul h up with zero success.
“I don’t even know what it is I am meant to have, so maybe that can await my mother waking up. Baby, it’s late can we please sleep before I pass out and wake up in a tornado because you get carried away with being able to move things with your mind.” Colton tugs me back to him despite my second of protest and I fall against his chest nestled in the crook of his arm. Relenting when his warm touch reminds me how good it is to be held by him and I exhale noisily. Huffing because I just found I have a new toy and ‘daddy’ Colton is telling me to put it away and go to bed.
“We have so much still to figure out and do. We have all the time in the world and a minimum of two days before my mother might wake up. Can we just concentrate on us and this for now and sleep…God, I need sleep. In case I didn’t mention I haven’t really slept all that much since you left and when I did, I dreamt about you and woke up feeling like shit. One good night with you in my bed might be the difference between a good day tomorrow and my strangling you to death for keeping me awake till stupid o’clock.” He mock catches me by the throat and gently squeezes while smiling at me and gets a scowl in response for the pretend threat, his eyes half open and he does look exhausted.
“Nice Colton, so romantic and loving. Is this what marking you brings out?” I point out with sass and get mauled with kisses scattered across my eyes and forehead for the effort. He drags me with him into the sheets, hauling us down to lay flat and brings me back to my previous snuggled up position in his arms where he has my nose against his except this time a vice grip so I can’t go anywhere.
“My Luna, you are mine… we have so much shit still to get through and deal with. Let’s just sleep on it and see what tomorrow brings. You aren’t just Alora Dennyson of the long-forgotten Whyte pack anymore; You’re Luna Alora Santo, my mate, my heart and soul and we have a whole pack relying on us to get through whatever is coming our way. We have so many questions they will want answered over the next days and not to mention, we need to present you to your pack. You’re one of us now.”
That voice of sense and reason and a reminder that this little bubble of ours exists only in this room. There is a bigger world and issues out there we have yet to face.
“You’re right. It’s easy to forget the threats when it seems so safe in here with you. Your mother…the attacks, the future. It’s all still so unclear except this one thing; We are never going to be torn apart again. I love you.” I relinquish the fight and slide my arms around him as best I can while laying on y side, curling up against him skin to skin and close my eyes to absorb how good he feels. No awkwardness , no strange residue embarrassment form having sex for the first time, just this connection and sense of home that he gives me and makes me feel like everything is going to be okay as long as he is by my side. We can face whatever is coming, with him, with the pack and with whatever gifts we have just released.
“I love you more. You’re home, and I intend to keep you by my side forever more.” Colton kisses me on the forehead before snuggling in close and the heavy exhale signals he is done with talking and looking to sleep with his mate in his arms for the first time of the first day of our lives truly together.
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