Chapter 15 Marked
Marked
Monte
“Nobody who truly loves and cherishes someone would offer them up as a sacrifice like that.”
Every word was choked out, burning my throat and leaving me on the verge of tears. Thank the Goddess that Felix couldn’t see my face as I hugged him, and thank her even harder that he wasn’t pushing me away.
“No,” Felix agreed, his voice sounding so strange and unfamiliar that it took a moment for me to realize that it was wavering. I’d never heard him sound so unsure or vulnerable before.
“Do you not love me then?” I demanded, unable to bite my tongue even if my life depended on it. “Is that what I should take away from all this? From your willingness to hand me over to Hunter?”
That finally got through to him. Suddenly, hands were seizing me and lifting, sending the world into disorienting chaos before my back was slammed against the curiously pliant bark of a tree.
The wind was knocked out of me, and as I struggled to catch it, Felix watched me with a worried look. He clearly hadn’t meant to handle me so roughly. I was still annoyed at him or else I would have reassured him that I wanted even more.
Perhaps some of the truth revealed itself in my eyes, or perhaps Felix just couldn’t handle another second of holding back. One moment, he was holding me up against the tree at arm’s length, and the next, he was gripping my thigh, pulling me up and forcing my legs around him.
I offered no resistance whatsoever. If anything, I was even more eager than he, wrapping my body around my Alpha and basking in the luxurious feel of his torn shirt and rough, wet muscles. He’d been exerting himself, and my wolf was quickly coming to understand exactly what it liked.
It liked Felix above me and around me, carefully protecting me and jealously hoarding me in equal measure. Above all else, it craved him inside me, taking me, possessing me now and forever.
Felix let out a groan, which sounded half pained. Oh Goddess, his wounds.
“Are you okay? Your injuries—”
“Don’t worry about my injuries. It may be all the adrenaline pumping through my veins, but I feel no pain right now.”
Felix thrust against me, his erection rubbing along the crack of my ass through my pants. “Just a different kind of pain, if you get what I mean.”
Shivers broke all over me, wrecking my insides and coming out of me in a grunted moan. Slick pooled at my hole, seeping through my underwear, soaking my pants.
“And now you are being the fool,” he hissed in my ear as our bodies bent and curved together with every savage thrust. It was a cruel imitation of what we’d shared once before, and both of us knew it.
“Question my past actions all you like, but I just attacked my brother, didn’t I?
And did I not bring you out here? Why would I do that if not for love? ”
I didn’t have an answer for him, and even if I did, I certainly couldn’t offer it through the endless gasps and pants that he pulled from me. I bit into his shoulder, and I was shocked at just how delicious I found his taste. Even his sweat-soaked shirt drugged me.
Just like he’d done that night at the cottage, Felix showed me just how naive and inexperienced I truly was.
I offered him a mere nibble compared to the deep, carnal thrust of teeth that he offered in return.
My shoulder ached at the invasion, but he comforted and pressed further at the same time.
With his hands, he soothed and stroked, but his jaw worked his fangs deeper and harder than I’d thought possible.
It felt like I was on the verge of being consumed, every bite going right into my Alpha.
It would only take the slightest slip in control for him to actually take a chunk out of my shoulder, but his willpower was absolute and his control was immaculate.
“I don’t believe you,” I moaned. “If you love me, then prove it.”
It was a hopeless challenge. I couldn’t possibly hope to withstand Felix in all his carnal glory, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but poke and prod.
I wanted to push him over the edge, to make him completely lose control for the very first time.
I wanted to be the only one who could do that to him.
I wanted his mark.
For my impertinence, I was rewarded with a savage growl and a sudden whisper of cold air against my naked flesh. Felix had ripped my pants into tattered scraps so quickly that I didn’t even realize it was happening. I was completely bare and mere inches away from his throbbing, aching desire.
Felix growled as his hand reached between our bodies to wrap around my cock.
“Can you feel that?”
His thumb stroked lovingly, and I was about to pass out from the sheer sensitivity.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “I feel it.”
“Can you?” he repeated, thrusting up against me. He was pinning me against the tree so easily with his body. It would take a single moment of inattention to snap me like a twig, but I also knew in the depths of my wolf that he would never let that happen.
With a feral growl his other hand worked the button of his pants, yanked the zipper down, then the hard, wet tip of his cock was lined right against my entrance.
“Fuck, Monte,” he groaned into my neck, pushing into me. “Monte.”
A gasp broke from my lips as a shiver ran through me, lighting every nerve of my wolf.
My Alpha filled me, thrust after delicious thrust. I thought the last time had prepared me and that I knew what to expect, but I was so wrong.
I held onto him for dear life as he split me open, knocking the air out of my lungs and breathing into me at the same time.
“I want you,” he snarled against my throat. “I want all of you. Forever. I want my mark on you.”
“Yes,” I gasped. “Yes. Put your mark on me.”
I dropped my head against his shoulder, baring my neck to him, offering body, soul, and every breath left in me. He bent low, his nose brushing my skin, scenting me like a starving beast. My pulse kicked as his lips ghosted there, then his fangs sank in.
I shuddered on a whimper. Our bodies writhed together, and he filled me twice over. Only then did I understand just how little I really knew. The primal simplicity of mating was one thing, but experiencing it alongside declarations of love and a true marking was something else entirely.
His fangs sank into my muscle, and my body gave way to him. I sagged, relaxed, and tensed all at once, ruined from every end. Felix’s hand around my cock, his teeth in my flesh, his hips snapping against me relentlessly, cock plunging into my depths…
It was impossible to focus on one point of pressure when it seemed to be assaulting me on all sides, from his teeth to his cock to his straining muscles holding me firm against the rough bark.
And then, without warning, everything fell into place.
The complex pain was replaced by a floating, undiluted pleasure, and I knew that we’d finally managed to reach each other.
At last, after so much suffering and heartache, my devotion had finally reached Felix, and his desire for mutual ecstasy had finally reached me.
I could feel the revelation seep into him as we froze mid-embrace. Without the chaos, there were only tiny variations of sensation to focus on, and we could feel our way through this miracle together.
“Mate,” Felix whispered, his tone as reverent as it was strained.
“Mate,” I whispered right back, kissing his ear, letting him feel both my teeth and breath.
That was all Felix could take, and I was so very glad for it.
With a savage growl, he claimed my mouth, tongue slipping past my lips.
I tasted my blood from his bite and I growled right back in contentment.
With every swipe of his tongue, he took me further, fucked me harder.
Every twist and tangle, every moan that escaped made me clench around him.
I was my Alpha’s and my Alpha was mine.
Mine.
Mine.
My eyes rolled shut. Pleasure after mind melting pleasure coursed through my veins, and then I was trembling, electric shock spasming, shooting my cum over Felix’s hand, between our joined bodies.
Felix groaned and sunk his teeth into my bottom lips, enough to draw blood.
“I love you,” he breathed against my lips, the words trembling with more force than the shudder in his body. In my dazed, spinning state, I opened my eyes to meet his. “I love you, Monte SanGraal.”
His grip on my hips tightened, almost desperate, as if holding on could anchor him. “I’ve loved you all this while,” he confessed, voice cracking open, raw. His rhythm faltered, then became more demanding, each thrust carrying weeks of pent-up ache and longing.
“I love you,” I whispered back, the words tumbling out unchecked. I couldn’t stop them. “I love you. I love you.” Each repetition tore out of me more frantically than the last. And still, it wasn’t enough.
It would never be enough to convey how much I loved him.
His breath stuttered against my mouth, heat and salt and the ghost of a growl he couldn’t quite swallow. Something in him broke open and the rhythm of his thrusts shifted. Deeper, slower, more possessive.
I clung to him, palms skidding over the breadth of his shoulders, the sweat-slicked line of his spine. He was trembling, and somehow that undid me more than anything else.
“Felix…” I breathed.
His hand slid to the back of my neck where his marking bite lay hot and fresh.
“I’ve got you,” he said against my cheek. “I’ve got you.”
I felt a pressure building where we were joined, a sudden fullness that stole my breath away. My body understood it before my mind did as a deep instinct unfurled and turned my bones to heat. He tried to pull back a fraction to warn me, but I held him harder, locking his hips with my thighs.
“Look at me,” he rasped.
I did, and his eyes weren’t just silver; they were lit from within, flecked gold like sparks caught in a storm.
His wolf was there, so close to the surface, not overtaking him but with him, like a tide swelling under the moon.
He rocked into me again and again and again.
Tears pricked my eyes as the pressure became intense.
I thought I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to, but Goddess, his knot kept growing bigger and bigger—stretching and claiming.
Just when I thought I would pass out, the pressure tipped over from pain to something electrifying and sweet.
A cry tumbled out of me as his knot pressed against my prostate.
“I know,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to mine. “Breathe with me.”
I tried to, but couldn’t. Not when a flood wave of pure ecstasy was cascading over me, and I was coming again, rope after rope of cum shooting from my cock and landing everywhere.
“Fuck,” Felix hissed. His breath caught in his throat, muscles going taut as his own release wracked him. He came inside me with a harsh groan, every spurt of his warm seed punctuated by a raw, feral grunt. He was seated so deep I couldn’t tell where either of us ended.
My body clutched around him, trembling and out of breath.
But my Alpha wouldn’t let me catch a break.
He covered my mouth with his, then he bucked his hips and rocked us through the euphoric stretch until the ache gentled into a heavy, delirious fullness.
Every tiny movement translated everywhere—nerve to nerve, heartbeat to heartbeat. Wolf to wolf.
Felix pressed deeper even though there was nowhere left to go, and that was the point.
Nowhere left to go. He was inside, locked, his breath coming out ragged against my lips as the last of his restraint frayed.
In that moment, I felt held in a way that had nothing to do with arms, claimed in a way that was beyond transcending.
My wolf howled within me, so happy and so content it wanted to break free.
The wolf in him rumbled a sound that shot straight to my brain.
A sound that said home and mine.
“I love you,” he said again, and my wolf whimpered.
My hands found his face and drew him even closer. “I love you,” I said back, dizzy with the fullness of him, with the rightness of it. “I love you, Felix Redrow.”
“Say it again,” he murmured, nosing along my jaw and down my neck to press his mouth to the place where neck met shoulder, and rested there.
“I love you.” This time, the words came out steady and sure, settling between our bond and over us like a warm blanket.
He sighed like he felt it too. “Good,” he said, breathing into my skin, and then the wolf went quiet, satisfied and content.