Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Ilead Marcus through the quiet halls of the Leclerc estate to my nest and softly shut the door behind us, suddenly shy.
It isn’t as though we haven’t been intimate before; he blew my mind when he joined my pack in my nest the other night.
But this… there’s a gravity to this that sucks all the air from the room.
It weighs on my shoulders, making me timid.
There’s an intensity to Marcus’ love that makes me breathless.
He comes up behind me but hesitates.
“You’re hesitating,” I murmur. “Why?” Does he not want this as much as I do? But I read his want in his deepest thoughts…
“You’re getting so good at reading me, sweet-tart,” he says, closing the distance between us until my back is pressed against his front.
He nuzzles my jaw, and I sigh, arching my neck to give him better access.
Saints, I love when he shows me how much he desires me.
And yet, I still feel hesitation from him with my affinity.
“But—” I protest.
His nuzzles become kisses that heat my blood. His scent spikes, winter winds and towering pines. “I wanted to do something special for the occasion. Since the day I met you, I’ve always wanted to take you on dates. You deserve the world, Juniper.”
“I don’t need the world,” I murmur. “Just you. And this will be special because it’s us. We’ve waited so long.”
And just like that, all his hesitation vanishes, mine along with it. This alpha loves me deeply, endlessly. Without knowing it, we’ve been making our way toward this moment for more than two years.
He turns me in his arms, his hands on my hips, gazing down at me, his eyes shining with adoration.
He gently takes my cheek in his hand and draws my lips up to his, kissing me sweetly.
His tongue slips along the seam of my lips, and I open for him, moaning at the first touch of our tongues.
He deepens the kiss, pulling me close, hands skating over my back and my arms before returning to my hips.
He draws us together until I can feel his strong body pressing against my soft curves.
I whine when I feel how hard he already is.
I slip a hand between us and grasp him through his pants, but he reaches down and stills my hand.
“Impatient,” he tuts, dropping a chaste kiss on my lips.
“Let me kiss you, Juniper. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill.
” He pulls me into another kiss that makes my toes curl in my socks, and I whimper into his kiss as our tongues meet.
Our lips move together as our tongues dance.
He wraps his arms around me until all I can feel is his hard body and the heat of his kisses.
This close, his scent is intoxicating, something I’ll never get enough of.
He eases me down to the floor of my nest, never breaking our kiss, and bundles me close, stroking through my hair with each fall of his lips on mine. I float on pure sensation, the divine touch of his lips, the brush of our tongues. I sigh into our kiss, letting him take the lead.
Trying to be patient.
My patience is rewarded when he sits me up and draws off my shirt agonizingly slowly.
I let him undress me, my breath stuttering in my throat at the depth of desire in his eyes.
He unhooks my bra and slides the straps down my arms, slowly revealing my breasts for his perusal.
His eyes flutter shut when he covers my breast with one of his hands.
I let out a breathy whimper as he palms the sensitive flesh, arching into his hand.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Juniper,” he murmurs, capturing my lips once more in a deep kiss that sends desire shooting to my core.
My perfume floods the air, honeyed vanilla and jasmine, and Marcus groans when he scents me.
“And I will never tire of you perfuming for me,” he growls, breaking our kiss to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw.
He takes my other breast in hand, thumb ghosting over my peaked nipple.
I shiver at the touch, pressing up into his hands.
He lays me back down in my nest and sets his lips to one nipple, lashing it with his tongue until I cry out, my back bowing up from the mattress in my nest as I chase his touch.
He looks up, a question in his river-rock eyes.
I let out a breathy “yes!” and he strokes down my stomach with one hand before toying with the hem of my leggings. He pulls them down, and I kick them off, leaving me in only my panties.
I pull at his shirt with a soft mewl, and he tugs it off over his head, leaving him bare-chested in the low light of my nest. I set a hand to his chest, just over his beating heart. He’s hot and hard to my touch, and I need more. I need to feel this alpha’s skin against mine.
“Everything else, too,” I beg, and he presses a kiss to my forehead before stripping off his pants and boxers. I go to wriggle out of my panties, but he halts me with a soft touch.
“Let me? I’ve dreamed of doing this for so long.”
I whine and nod frantically. Marcus rolls me onto my back and strokes his hands over my calves, past my knees and then up my inner thighs.
He comes over me, taking my panties in one hand and tugging them down just enough to reveal my hip bones.
He drops a kiss on each before pulling the scrap of lace lower.
He kisses his way down my belly and then strips off my panties, tossing them aside.
He stares down at me, at my exposed pussy and my quivering breasts, and closes his eyes for a moment, breathing hard. We tangle back together, his lips finding mine once more, skin to hot skin. He hoists one of my thighs up around his hips and presses his hardness into my core.
I cry out, ready for him, but then he slips a hand between our bodies, finding my clit.
I moan at the first brush of his fingers over the sensitive nub, letting out a breathy pant he steals with a kiss.
He loops my arms around his neck, and I duck my head against his chest, drawing his scent into my lungs.
It’s full and potent, heady, and so perfectly familiar
He breaks our kiss. “Yes?”
“Yes!” Yes to anything. Yes to his hand between our bodies, two fingers pumping into my slick cunt. Yes to his cock, his hands, his mouth. Yes to all of it. Anything that connects us.
He stares at me reverently as I squeeze around the slow thrust of his fingers.
He kisses me as he touches me, kisses that leave me gasping for air.
Slowly, achingly slowly, he winds me up toward an orgasm, stroking my front wall where I’m so sensitive, his knuckles brushing my estrus gland with each movement.
I keen, wailing for him, begging him to make me come.
He doesn’t deny me.
He thrusts his fingers into my hot cunt while brushing his thumb over my clit. I come apart in his arms, sobbing out my pleasure.
He kisses me as I come down, gently pumping his fingers inside me to draw out the sizzles of electric pleasure shooting through my body. The moment his fingers slip from my cunt, I roll onto my knees, dropping my head low, presenting to my alpha.
He groans at the sight of my pussy bared to him. “Not like this,” he breathes. “I want to see you.”
I turn my head and shoot him an impish smirk. “Isn’t that kind of the point of presenting?”
“I want to see your face when I enter you,” he rumbles. “When I’m inside you and you come on my knot.” He gently takes my hips in his hands and rolls me onto my back. I let my legs fall apart, and he takes himself in hand, lining himself up at my entrance.
Hesitation flickers from him as the head of his cock brushes my entrance.
I shiver as I reach up to cup his cheek. “This is what I want,” I promise. “You. I’m sure. I love you, Marcus. I want to be your mate.”
He steals a kiss and then presses his forehead to mine. “I love you too, Juniper. Are you ready?”
“Yes. I don’t want to wait any longer. We’ve waited so long already.”
He enters me slowly, stretching me open on his thick cock. I throw my head back at the sensation, but he takes my cheek and dips it, guiding my eyes back to his. The most ardent love shines from his eyes as he takes me to the hilt with a throaty groan.
“Fuck, Juniper,” he grits out. “Fuck, you feel so good. I need to move.”
“Yes,” I breathe, looking up into his eyes. It’s like seeing into his very soul, and I quiver at how stripped bare his emotions are. I don’t need my affinity to read him, to know his love for me.
He moves slowly, long, experimental thrusts, his eyes never leaving my face. At my needy mewl, he sets the perfect pace, pumping into me. He braces himself on his forearms, low enough that I feel his body against mine, low enough that he can kiss me again.
I wrap a leg around his hips, and we move together.
I meet each of his steady strokes with my hips, devolving into whiny mewls as he drives me closer and closer to my orgasm, moving together as we become one.
I squeeze around him, desperate for that last bit of friction that’ll send me over the edge, and Marcus lets out a huff.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” he says, slowing his strokes so we can both catch our breaths. I feel each powerful thrust through the whole of my being, our connection blooming. My orgasm simmers inside me as he picks back up the steady rhythm he had set before.
“Come with me,” I beg. “I’m so close.”
He drives into me, long strokes that have me moaning each time he bottoms out in my tight cunt.
His strokes turn jerky as he approaches his own climax, and he takes my hand, drawing it up to his lips.
He presses a kiss to my palm and then bites down on the fleshy part of my hand.
We shatter, coming hard together. He thrusts erratically inside me as our bond snaps into place.
His pleasure washes over me, sending aftershocks through my needy cunt, and I keen as he slowly works his thick knot inside me.
He licks and sucks at his bite, cleaning it, and I arch up into him, grinding on his knot, pleasure spasming through me.
The sweetest love glows through our bond, and I sigh in utter contentment.
“You’re still needy,” Marcus growls, licking his bite.
“I’ll always need you,” I murmur. And it’s true. I’ll always need this alpha’s love, his touch, his protection, his care and his kindness.
He nuzzles at his bite, marking me with his scent where he marked me with his teeth, and then grinds up into me, making me gasp.
“Come again for me, Juniper. I need to feel you squeezing my knot.” He snakes a hand between us, one finger finding and circling my clit.
I moan, my eyes never leaving his as he winds me up higher and higher, as he holds me through my crash. As I come down from my orgasm, he bundles me closer, holding me tenderly.
I float, blissed out on the love pouring from Marcus’ bond.
Saints, do I love this alpha. Saints, do I love that he’s mine, that my pack is finally complete.
While I cuddle against him, Marcus starts to purr, the sound creaky at first and then a low rumble that reverberates through me, making me boneless.
“I’ve waited my whole life for this, Juniper. I knew you were the one the day I met you. You’ve made me the happiest alpha in the world.” His purr deepens, and I curl closer, basking in the sound, in his scent, in the love pouring in through our bond.
I nuzzle at his jaw. “I’ve never been happier.”
“Your pack is complete,” he says quietly, and I expect to feel jealousy or even hesitation through our bond, but all I feel is his joy. Every part of him that was once closed off to me is open now as our bond solidifies between us.
I smile against his chest and doze for a time. When I wake, his knot has deflated, but he’s hard again, his cock brushing against my inner thigh. I let out a hum of appreciation and straddle him.
“I want you,” I murmur, perfuming for him again.
He sends me a lazy, dozy smile and takes my right hand in his, pressing a kiss to his bite. “I’m yours,” he says.
I lean forward just enough to take him in hand, guiding his thickness to my entrance, then slowly lean back, taking him inch by perfect inch.
I moan as I slide down his length, taking him to the base.
I brace myself with my hands against his hard chest, and he covers my hands with his.
I roll my hips, feeling him move inside me, and I let out a moan at the feel of him.
Each slow, grinding stroke sends sparks shooting into my belly.
He moves with me, his hips meeting mine in a leisurely rhythm.
We make love, unhurried, and I cherish every stroke of his cock inside me.
Being close to him like this is far sweeter than I ever imagined it could be.
Marcus meets my eyes with a faint smile as we move together, matching thrust for thrust. He grinds his hips against me with every stroke of mine he meets, ratcheting up my desire as his cock glides in and out of my slick cunt.
He lets go of my hands to weigh my breast in his palm, massaging and squeezing.
I let out a breathy sigh, and he strokes a thumb over my nipple, making me keen.
He eases his other hand between our joined bodies, finding my clit.
He circles it as I fuck myself on his thick cock, drawing my need tighter and tighter.
“Come for me, Juniper,” he says, his eyes intent on mine. There’s no demand in his voice, but rather a soft plea.
I speed my downstrokes until I can feel my orgasm building inside of me. He rubs circles around my clit until I crest, crying out his name as my orgasm crashes through me.
As soon as I come down, he rolls us so I’m on my back and starts fucking me in earnest, thrusting long and hard inside me.
I gasp out his name with each stroke, which only incenses him.
I meet each thrust, drawing him even deeper into my cunt, as he pounds into me, need and hot desire flashing in his gray-green eyes.
My orgasm comes hard and fast, catching me totally by surprise, but Marcus follows me over the edge, hot cum jetting inside me.
“Knot,” I beg, and he obliges, fitting his thick knot into my body.
It hits all the right spots inside me, and I rock against him from below, letting out a mewl of need.
He rolls us again until I’m on top of him once more, his hands on my hips.
He grinds me down on his knot in a steady rhythm that has me coming again and again.
When I’m finally sated, I collapse against his chest, my cunt still fluttering around his knot.
I curl against him, pressing my nose into his neck where his scent is most potent.
“You’re mine,” he says, voice ragged and deep. “Mine forever.”
“Mmm,” I agree. “We should have done this a lot sooner.”