13
Denzel
I promised to save him, but he saved me instead.
I groaned as I rested in the vehicle and watched as he walked over to the driver's side. He got into the car and smiled at me as he ignited the engine. “Marion…” I was saying, but he interrupted me.
“You need to get some rest. We'll be leaving for the pack as soon as possible.” He turned on the stereo as he pulled out of the premises. I had woken up to my mate drenched in his own tears, and the scared look on his face deepened the torture I felt in my soul. When those witches took me out, I appeared in a dark room which had a candle in its center as the only source of light. And the candle was burning. If I had to guess, it was the time the protection spell would last on me.
“What about your sister?”
“She’s safe in the pack. I contacted Agatha on my way here and told her about my sister, that she'd be at the pack house in a matter of time,” he answered. “You should know all those things I said back there. I didn't mean them.” He hesitated before he let out those words. I didn't say anything to him. I leaned toward the window side, looking out to the bustling street as we drove back to the penthouse.
We arrived at the top of the building as the door claddings of the elevator opened into the living room. He held my waist as he assisted me into the parlor, taking each step carefully. He put me down on the couch and questioned with a smile, “Is there anything I could try to get you to boost your strength?”
“Nothing.” I shook my head and looked away. He sighed, pulling off his jacket as he sauntered toward the kitchen. He returned after a while with a bottle of water and met me lying on the couch.
“I should probably go pack your things since we're leaving tomorrow.” He muttered as he walked past me.
“Marion, can you just stop it?” I rose to a sitting position and regained my stance. He halted and turned to me.
“Stop what?” he shrugged. “I bargained with witches to kill you.”
“I understand.”
“That I lied to you?”
“Marion, you were scared. Your family was in danger, and you didn't have an option. I told you earlier that I would have done the same thing.”
“You only said that to make me feel better.”
“Marion, I love you. I don't want you to leave. Please stay, stay with me. This is my second time being close to death, and I know how dreadful it feels. I want to spend the time I have left making beautiful memories with you,” I cleared the distance between us and held him in my arms. “I love you. You know that, right?” I caressed his cheeks with a soft grin.
“Yes, of course I do,” he nodded. “I want you to hold me.” He shrugged as tears slipped from his eyes.
“Sh, sh, sh. It’s ok. I've got you. You’re safe now. We’re all safe.” I assured him as I took him to the couch. It wasn't large enough to contain the both of us, but we had to manage. We lay there together, and I held him in my solid embrace, bringing him and myself comfort. He fell asleep in my arms and I took him to the bedroom upstairs, laying him gently on the bed. I watched him as he slept so peacefully. I didn't know what I had done to deserve this blessing as a man, but I was grateful for everything that had happened between us. Although they were twisted circumstances, I didn't care. What mattered was that we were both alive, and we loved each other from the depths of our hearts.
I slid into the bed and laid next to him. He mumbled incoherent words in his sleep as he nudged closer to me and put his hands on my chest. I chuckled low and tugged him up to my chest, pressing a kiss on his forehead.
It was me and him, always and forever.
The following morning, I stirred to light and walked downstairs when I couldn't find him in the bedroom. Marion was busy in the kitchen; I stalked toward the kitchen with a smile on my face and pulled him into a tight squeeze. “I figured I'd make breakfast before you woke up.”
“Marion, you exhausted yourself with all the magic you did. You need rest much more than I do.”
“Yes, that is true, but I'm fine. I promise. No more episodes, just me and you,” Marion reassured him. “Now come on, we have to eat and get ready to return home.”
“Hmm. I'll join you soon.”
I hurried to the bathroom and brushed my teeth; I went back to the kitchen and had breakfast with my lovely mate. We took care of the dishes afterwards, then went upstairs to have a bath.
“This is the best time to have that bath, isn't it?” I set him down on the bathroom floor as I quizzed. He chuckled and recalled the sex we had at the motel.
“I bet it is.” He murmured as he pulled off his shirt, leaving his perfect body bare and exposed for me.
I rolled up the sleeves of my shirt and eyed him, catching that tempting look on his face. I would give anything to see that again. I reached for my belt and unhooked it, yanking it off at one swipe. “Stay where you are.” I growled with a smirk as he was enticed to walk toward me. He swallowed the lump in his throat, and I tossed the belt on the floor and ripped off my shirt.
“I need you to kneel,” he said to me, and I met his heated gaze with mine. “Kneel and crawl to me.” His voice shook as each word escaped his lips.
“Say it like you mean it.” I growled back.
“Kneel and crawl to me.” He declared, this time more seductively, pressing the buttons of pleasure embedded within me. If my little darkness wanted me to kneel, who was I to differ?
I went on my knees and crawled toward him. I cleared the distance between us and looked up at him. The delight in his eyes sent my wolf into a frenzy. I tugged off his belt and pulled down his trouser and shorts, setting his length free. Every inch of him was so perfect, and the thought that he was all mine intensified the hardcore desire within me.
He gasped as I took him into my mouth, that warm sensation coursing through his body. I teased him with my tongue and wrapped my hands around his cock with a smirk on my lips. I clasped his soft ass cheeks with my large palms and held him in place as I sucked his cock. He moaned as his hands found their way into my hair, keeping me steady. I smiled at him as our gaze met. “Yes. Right there.” He moaned as I swiped my tongue over the base of his cock, taking him back into me.
“Fuck. I'm almost there.” He rasped; he shut his eyes and sucked in a deep breath.
“Yes, come for me, my little darkness.” I said as I gagged on his cock, losing myself at the delight of pleasuring him. His intense gasps of pleasure increased as he felt his orgasm at the tip of his cock, and he shot his load directly on my face.
“So fucking perfect, you little thing!” I growled and regained my stance, pulling him into a kiss. His lips parted and he tasted the sweetness of his release, chuckling out of excitement. He slowly tucked me out of my trouser, freeing me of my hard length. He tried to reach for my cock, but I swatted his hand.
“I want to just pleasure you,” I whispered into his ears. I leaned in and swiped my tongue over the mating mark. Oh goddess, the sparks of unparalleled emotions that coursed through our bodies. Irresistible and impassioned. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.” His hot breath made the hairs on my neck stand.
“What do I say about good boys?”
“They get all the reward, mate.”
I lifted him from the floor, and we sealed our lips in a kiss as we backpedaled to the bathtub in the corner of the bathroom. I slowly sent him into the warm water and smiled as I viewed every part of his tender body immersed in the liquid. Goddess, why did he have to be so perfect?
“Join me.” He chortled.
I growled, enticed by the invitation, and I slowly deepened my body into the water and crawled up to him until we were face to face. “You have made me feel emotions I thought I never deserved, and I will always love you for that.” I smiled as I kissed him.
I shut the trunk of the vehicle and joined Marion in the car. We had spent the entire afternoon in the living room, informing the pack of our return and ensuring that Marion's sister was safe. Agatha attested to that and promised she would keep her protected until we were back. Marion smiled at me seductively as I ignited the engine. “It still amazes me how I’m hungry to possess your body every damn time.” I chuckled. Goddess, I couldn't keep my hands off him.
“The pack must be excited to see us.” He murmured with a downcast expression.
“Marion, you don't have to worry about what the pack would say. I've got you and that's all that matters.”
“Thanks.”
“I have to ask, how were you able to do it? Convince Agatha that you've been having episodes since you came to terms with your magic?”
“I used a memory manipulation spell.”
“What about my daughter?”
“No magic necessary. She's too powerful. She could have figured it out, so I had to rely on the fact that she'd be able to see the symbol that bound me to the magic that caused my episodes.” He shrugged.
“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn't be asking you all of this.”
“No, it's fine. I have something to tell you as well. But you'll have to be patient enough to get to the pack first, and keep your hands off my body so I can speak instead of moan.” He teased. I chuckled as I drove out of the premises, and we set off for the pack.
Finally, this was over.