Chapter 33 #2
My body convulses, spasming around him as my hips move frantically and my head rocks from side to side, completely lost in the sensation.
"Yes, my female. Come for your male."
There is no alternative but to obey, the orgasm continues to tear me apart, my cunt milking his cock in waves.
He fucks me wildly and I can only moan, keeping myself open, surrendered, so he can do whatever he wants with me.
Mark roars and thrusts deep one last time as his cum gushes hot inside me, I feel the heat spread, the wetness dripping out.
Then he slowly releases his weight on me, turning sideways on the mattress so as not to press on his bruised ribs.
I turn to him, throwing a leg over his hip, then dig my claws into his shoulders and pull him towards me, my mouth closing over his neck, my sharp teeth marking his skin, completing our bond, accepting him as my mate.
"Yes..." he hisses, then brings a hand to the back of my head, pulling me closer to his neck, willingly accepting my mark, his cock, which had been relaxing under my thigh, throbbing and stiffening again.
I can't stop, I keep my teeth there, his metallic essence slowly invading my mouth and spreading across my tongue.
Knowing that I am marking him only increases my hunger, my animal instinct, but I force myself to release my teeth from his skin and lay my head on the pillow with a sigh.
Mark rests his forehead against mine, and when I open my eyelids, I am captured by the gold of his eyes. He gently slides a finger over the mark he left on me, then brings it to his mouth, sucking a drop of my blood.
“Nothing I’ve ever tasted compares to you.”
My heart flutters in my chest as I stare at him, breath catching.
“What do I taste like?” I whisper, nearly gasping.
He licks his lips slowly, his eyes sparkling with overwhelming possession.
"Of perfection and..." His gaze drops to my neck again, near my collarbone, lingering on the mark. "Mine. You taste like you're mine, Sandra."
Then he takes my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, mixing our flavours, tangling his tongue with mine, tasting every moan of contentment from me.
Our pleasure slips between our sweat-soaked bodies, and I shudder in a sigh that he swallows.
He is wild, beautiful, and now irrevocably mine.
Gasping, I let my body relax against the mattress, still feeling the remnants of pleasure vibrating on my skin.
Mark hugs me from behind, his strong arms enveloping me with comforting warmth.
His fingers slide lazily through mine, playing with them, tracing small circles, as if he wants to memorise every detail.
He leans down, pressing soft kisses against the nape of my neck, then my neck, until his tongue slowly slides over the mark he left on me.
A shiver runs down my spine, and I sigh, satisfied.
The silence between us is peaceful, only our breaths mingling, until his deep, low voice fills the space.
"I should have talked to you about the mark." His hand squeezes mine lightly. "That's what I meant when I said I wanted to show you something and talk, but... we got distracted."
I smile slightly, without opening my eyes.
"I already knew about it." My voice comes out soft, sleepy. "It's rare to find fated mates, but I overheard conversations in the tavern. I knew that when she receives the bite, the woman accepts the union... and then she must mark her partner as well."
Mark takes a deep breath against my skin before murmuring:
"We are bound together forever now. Even if one day you grow tired of me and want to leave, you will still feel the connection." His voice becomes hoarse, almost a whisper. "And I... I will live in agony, missing you. Males suffer more from separation, so... please..."
I slowly turn in his arms, facing him. My fingers touch his face, smoothing out the worry lines between his eyebrows. He doesn't need to worry about that. He has no idea that if there's anyone who fears being abandoned, it's me.
"I'm not leaving, Mark." My throat tightens, but I force a smile. "I'll stay with you... as long as you still want me."
His eyes become more intense, shining in the darkness of the room.
"Then you'll stay with me forever." He brushes his lips against mine, breathing deeply, as if absorbing my scent.
I let out a shaky sigh, feeling my body soften, surrender.
"What do you intend to do? What are your plans?"
I feel his fingers lazily tracing around my mark, sliding up to my choker and then down in circular movements.
"Take a bath with you..."
He chuckles softly.
"A bath is a good idea, but that's not what I asked," he says amused. "I want to know what you intend to do when we break your curse. What do you want to do? What are your desires?"
I take a deep breath, thinking about the commitments I have, my responsibilities.
"Maybe... try my job back at the tavern."
Mark narrows his eyes.
"Is that what you really want? If you could choose anything, any path... would you go back there?"
I bite my lip and shake my head.
"If I could really choose... I'd go back to studying. I'd try to get into college. I'd study design..."
His eyes light up with determination.
"Then that's what you'll do."
I laugh without humour.
"I don't have any money, Mark. I need to go back to work and..."
"You have money, my love." He interrupts me gently. "My money is now yours. Our brand... our union is worth more than a marriage. This cabin is yours. Everything that is mine is yours."
My breath catches.
"Mark... I can't accept this. I need to contribute something."
His fingers gently hold my chin, making me look at him.
"You've already contributed more than I could ever repay, my love. You gave me your life to save me. You gave me your body... and now you've given me your heart."
The lump in my throat tightens, and I can only look at him, absorbing every word. He really believes that. He really wants me here.
And for the first time in a long time, I feel like I belong somewhere.