15
Denzel
The full moon run was what I anticipated after three weeks of our return. I was aware Marion had gotten rid of his magic, and still didn’t know how we could complete the mate bond, but I figured out that the moon goddess would surely find her way. Over the weeks, I had suggested to Marion on receiving, and he had thought the perfect night to be the upcoming full moon. After the full moon run, we returned to our home and prepared ourselves for the splendid night.
I held Marion's cheeks in my arms, giving him a slight nod—I was ready to feel every part of my witch inside me. I lay on my back with my legs tilted upwards, high enough to expose my perfect ass, which he had stretched wide enough for penetration. As Marion's cock poked my center, he gently pumped his length into me, making sure he didn’t hurt me, as this was my first time. “Are you okay?” Marion looked at me with delight as he asked those words. This intimacy was so perfect that I could feel undeniable sparks of emotions flutter in my heart. The man who I saved by loving him. The man who saved me by protecting me. It was all so perfect, so soothing. Marion smiled as he slowly pumped into me, his cock gaining entrance through the rings of muscles that clutched around his engorged member. I sucked him in, causing my little darkness to release a raspy moan. He leaned closer to my ears and whispered each word seductively. “How does that feel?”
“Oh, it feels so good… so sweet.” I whimpered at the touch of my mate’s breath on my skin. Sighing, I captured his lips in a kiss, intensifying the sparks of pleasure that emanated from our naked bodies coming into contact. I loved this. I loved my little darkness with all my heart, and I never regretted every moment I spent with him. “Go faster.” I requested, and Marion quickened the pace of his stroke; he pulled out his cock and pumped back into me, causing my breath to hitch as I moaned his name. My mate slammed into me, each thrust letting him feel every part of me. He hit that soft sweet spot that sent me into a frenzy, and granted my request of increasing his pace, but ensured that he was careful enough not to injure me.
“Yes, right there. You’re so fucking good.” I couldn’t help but moan.
Marion let out a throaty grasp as my eyes gained their golden glow and he felt flutters travel through his entire body; its source being the mating mark slightly above his shoulder. I felt a bond connecting me with Marion. And as he eased himself deeper into me, the mating bond set into place, tethering us into one. I felt every part of my mate and Marion felt every part of me, too. My Savior Mate. The man who had come into my life at the perfect time and loved me so dearly, so patiently. The man who showed me I was deserving of love.
Marion groaned as he tried to pull out, about to reach climax, but I held him back. “I want to carry you inside me, just as you have carried me.” I whispered, and Marion relaxed as he continued to pound into me until he came. He pulled out of me, leaving a loud pop and lay next to me in the perfect silence.
For once, I loved the silence.
The silence that brought to life the fact that I was in love with him, that I cared about him and would love him forever.
He ruffled his hands through my hair with a grin, and I asked as I held him close, “Do you remember the first time we met?”
“At the hospital.”
“No, the hospital was the second time. Have you forgotten already? It was during the hound feud. Forgive my words. When I saw you, it felt like my world stopped for a second…”
“Oh, I remember now. A hound almost bit you, but I stepped in.” He interrupted.
“After the run when I scented you as my mate, I was thrilled and confused, but now I guess I’ve always had it in me and you helped me find this flawless part of myself. Thank you so much for that. I wish I had met you sooner.” I continued.
“Well, you have me now, and thank you for trusting me, for loving me and giving me all that I have ever wanted.”
“I didn’t really thank you for saving my life.” I added.
“You remember the hospital, right? You treated my wounds. I was so weak I couldn’t use my magic to heal myself. You were so close, so gentle with me. At that moment, I felt a flutter of passion in my chest and from that time, my heart longed for you. You and you alone.”
“Now you have me.”
“You really did handle me well, like a professional.”
“Well, it was something I learned from the Sentinel training, although I didn’t make it to the top ranks.”
“Maybe you should get into medical school. You never know.”
“Don’t you think it’s too late for me.”
“It’s never too late for anyone. Some people spend half of their lives without finding their purpose. I usually encourage that if you dream a new dream, you should work so hard to manifest it. Besides, I want to know what it feels like to have a life without magic and all the supernatural drama.”
“What about the pack, my family, especially you? I don’t want to move far away into some unknown country and be alone.”
“Who said anything about leaving? You could apply for online courses and all. I’ll help you find something that works best for you. Even if you have to leave the country, Esme and I would accompany you.”
“And what about you? What will you do?”
“Well, I have something in mind. I know I put away my magic and all that. But I want to help the witches come to terms with what it means to have the power we do, because I feel it’s all about joining the coven and learning spells. It is so much more than that. So I’ll be opening a shop where I can sell some witchy stuff, teach young witches the things they need to know about their powers and how it can be intoxicating. Trust me, it will help raise witches who are not as self centered as Sigrid and her sisters.”
Look at my mate. Speaking with so much wisdom. I was definitely proud of him and looking forward to what our lives would look like together in the years that would come.