Meant to Be
Sienna
This is just what I need; the way he’s fucking me without any mercy is helping. My entire body is ablaze with pain and pleasure, and the only thing I want is for this to never end.
The way he slams into me... Gods, I missed him so much – missed this.
I fist the bedding, crying out in pure bliss, my pussy dripping as he fucks me. The erotic sound of our skin colliding makes my core knot.
No one does it like Jayce. Just one look from him turns me on.
My walls clench around him, the pressure building; I’m so- fuck, so close.
I cry out as the pleasure builds, and then I’m at the precipice of euphoria for one long, incredible moment, and then I’m thrown over the edge, wave after wave of pure bliss washing over me.
My vision blackens, and I see stars as I gasp for air, almost collapsing onto the bed. I would have, if he wasn’t holding me.
He slips his cock out, and I take the moment to pull away before he can slide into me again, and I turn to face him. I push him onto his back and climb onto him. As much as I like him in control, I want to look into his eyes as I take away his pain.
I know this is happening, that this is reality, but I fear the dream will shatter at any moment.
I’m still shaking from the aftermath of my orgasm, but I feel light, euphoric, and entirely at peace.
I reach for his cock and guide it into me, feeling incredibly full before I begin riding him, my hands braced on his chest as I look into his eyes, dark with desire as they remain fixed on my breasts that are bouncing each time our bodies meet.
His hands run up my thighs and ass before he grips my hips firmly. I sigh in pleasure as my attention falls to his neck, my heart pounding.
I must mark him…
Our eyes meet, as if he knows what I’m thinking, and then he’s sitting up, still bouncing me on his dick.
One strong arm wraps around me as he grabs my breast with the other; leaning down, he takes my nipple in his mouth.
I cry out, my fingers combing through his hair.
I love how his stubble feels against my skin, love the way he sucks and flicks my nipple, hard enough to hurt but still not hard enough to overpower the jolt of pleasure that he awakens.
I smile as I wrap my arms around his head, inhaling his hair, my heart almost combusting with the surge of emotion that is consuming me.
My Jayce. He belongs only to me… I know it’s selfish, but I can’t help it.
He peppers my neck with kisses, nipping at the skin as my entire body reacts. I tug him back, looking into his eyes for a moment as he slows his thrusts, and I do, too, as I relish the feel of his dick sliding into me, hitting my G-spot.
I heard him… The pain and fear in his voice as he said, ‘Don’t you dare leave me again’, and it’s why I agreed to this; whether it’s under the pretence of a deal or not, it’s no pity fuck from him. He can deny it to the end of the world, but he loves me. I know it.
He tilts his head slightly, his eyes still on me, and no words are exchanged as he allows me access to his neck, granting me silent approval to mark him.
I want to kiss him, want to tell him I love him, but instead I’ll let my actions speak for themselves. We’re still for a moment, him still buried inside of me, even though my entire body wants him to keep moving.
I cup the back of his neck, gently caressing it as I lean in, pressing my lips tenderly to the spot where I will mark him. He begins moving slowly, and I take a deep, shaky breath; my eyes blur, the emotions heightening as I open my mouth, my teeth elongating, and then I sink them into his neck.
A throaty, delicious groan spills from his lips, and that sound alone nearly unravels me.
The moment my teeth sink into his neck, something inside me snaps, forging into something stronger, deeper, and unbreakable.
It’s indescribable, the force of it – the rush of pleasure, of belonging, of something primal and absolute slamming through my veins like wildfire.
I feel it everywhere, in every nerve, every heartbeat, every breath we share.
Something so sacred locks into place, and suddenly I feel so content, so full, and so complete. As if my body knew what it was waiting for, as if it knew this was always meant to be but had only just found its shape.
Our bond seals, complete and undeniable.
We are one.
And in this moment, I send my chaos magic into him, eliminating anything foreign that should never have touched him, combined with the surge of power from the marking. I sense nothing but his power and light running through him.
I feel him deliver a final few sharp thrusts as our orgasms tear through us, and his cum trickles down my thighs. I let out a muffled moan as I extract my teeth from his neck and gently lick the spot. Our hearts are still pounding, both still breathing hard.
I can feel his emotions; it’s as if our minds are now connected as one. I can sense his wolf purring in approval, feel my own wolf’s happiness. I feel Jayce’s satisfaction, his love, his hope, his fear-
My stomach twists as I try to make sense of what I’m understanding, and then he’s pushing me out, raising a wall that shuts me out.
It hurts, but I’m too rattled to even let it bother me.
He’s- no, I can’t delve into what I saw. I can sense the way he’s stiffened, and I make sure when he moves me back, searching my face, that he doesn’t see my confusion. But his reaction strengthens the doubt inside of me; he didn’t want me to see that.
He lifts me off of him and places me on the bed before he gets up and pauses as he scans the floor, realising his pants are gone.
If the situation weren’t so dire, I might have laughed. Instead, I enjoy the view of his ass and those thigh muscles as he walks over to his wardrobe. I bite my lip. He’s delicious; I wouldn’t mind a bite out of him.
Yes, please…
He takes out a towel, wrapping it around his waist, stealing away my eye candy before grabbing some pants from the wardrobe.
He doesn’t look at me as he leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
And for once, I’m glad. I exhale, thinking back to what I saw in his mind, trying to calm my emotions while keeping my own walls up.
Jayce…
I swing my legs off the bed and stand up, only to collapse to the floor, my legs giving out. I yelp as I hit the floor, flinching, before I grab his hoodie that lies discarded a foot away and pull it on before using the bed to pull myself up.
I sit on the edge of the bed; my pussy feels sore, and although my body is exhausted, my mind is alert and spinning.
I got it all wrong… The reason he’s shutting me out is that he’s scared of something – I wasn’t able to see what it was, but it wasn’t my not telling him. It’s not even the betrayal. Then…
Pain tugs at my heart, and a part of me is telling me to go to him, but one of the things I’ve learned in the Gods’ Realm is never to rush into things without thinking them through.
I drop onto my side and place my arm under my head, closing my eyes.
I smile softly, no more heat…
My heart skips a beat. Jayce kissed me, and he fucked me.
I bite my lip, replaying the memories, content and happy as slumber pulls me into its depths.
I think tonight that I’ll sleep well.
Jayce
Fuck! What did she see? I know she saw something in my mind from the way her heart rate changed. I slam my fist into the bathroom tiles, cursing when I crack them. The water from the shower pours over me. I should have been careful, especially knowing what was going to happen.
At least I feel alive, and she’s to thank for that. The drakaths are gone. As for her, she will no longer suffer from her heat cycles.
It’s done. The bond’s complete. Everything is as it should be, but it also isn’t.
I shower quickly, shampooing my hair and closing my eyes, letting the water wash the soap away, reminiscing on the moment she marked me.
I was never second best for her, or something to cast aside. I knew that, but feeling those emotions – how much respect and fucking love she has for me – fuck, I don’t want to think about it.
I press my forehead to the tiles and exhale. If I didn’t leave when I did, I don’t know what I would have done.
What am I even fucking doing?
I switch off the shower, slide open the door and grab a clean towel from the rack, wrapping it around my waist, and towel my hair with another before walking over to the mirror, tilting my neck to get a look at my mark. It’s healed up nicely and pretty fast.
Even with my neck tattoo, it stands out vibrantly in a way normal tattoos don’t.
It consists of black wings, outlined with red; the red looks almost metallic, with the black part of the tattoo shimmering.
The centre is a triangle with a black silhouette of a wolf’s head, outlined again in red; there’s smoke along the bottom of the triangle.
Below the triangle and at its tip is a tribal design.
Together, the mark loosely forms the shape of a heart.
I step back and run my tongue over my lips. It’s perfect, just like her.
My wolf doesn’t bother showing his annoyance as he usually does when I don’t express myself openly. Right now, he’s claimed his mate, and to him, that’s it; we’re one. If only he realised it’s more complicated than that; relationships aren’t that fucking easy.
I get dressed and walk back to the bedroom. I’m going to head downstairs, but I should at least ask her if she needs anything. I open the bedroom door and peer inside to see she’s pulled on my hoodie and is already fast asleep. She looks peaceful…
I resist the urge to go over and fix the duvet, and instead shut the door and head downstairs.
Now that I feel refreshed, I’m hungry. I expected no one to be downstairs, but I hear the murmur of talking from the lounge that stops the moment they hear me.
“Jayce?” Grandma calls.
Great.
I walk over to the door, shoving my hands in my pockets, keeping my face as emotionless as possible, knowing they know exactly what the fuck happened. My scent would have changed a little, and so would my aura.
A smirk crosses Grandma and Raihana’s faces, and Delsanra smiles.
Yeah, this shit is fucking awkward.
“What?” I say, not even daring to look towards Dad and Grandad.
“You sound grumpy,” Grandad drawls, the amusement clear in his voice.
I glance at him and arch a brow. “Not really, you called so...”
“I did. Are you two hungry?” Grandma asks.
And she just had to emphasise that. “I was going to grab myself something,” I admit. “What are you guys talking about?”
“You and Sienna, actually,” Dad says, and my attempt at changing the topic just did a 360, and now we’re back at the exact same topic I was trying to avoid.
“I think we don’t need to worry anymore,” Delsanra adds lightly, taking a sip of her tea as Grandma chuckles.
“I don’t think we do. Jayce looks good. Can I see the mark?” she asks.
“Has it healed?” Grandad asks curiously.
“Yeah, it has,” I reply, walking over to Grandma and crouching in front of her, knowing they won’t get off my back until I show them.
Both Grandma and Grandad lean forward.
“Red, I like it,” Grandma says with approval.
“It looks good.” Grandad smirks. “I’m sure you wished you had done it sooner.”
I just offer him a blank stare. Then Raihana is hovering over me, examining the mark.
“It’s sexy, just like our Si,” she remarks. Dad and Delsanra don’t get up, but both are smiling.
“Anyone else want to see?” I ask nonchalantly.
Delsanra smiles. “Well, if you don’t mind…” She gets up, and I turn slightly, allowing her to see it.
She’s the woman who birthed Sienna, regardless of anything else, and where we are now, I’d always be grateful to her.
“Beautiful…” She smiles softly before cupping my cheek. Remembering Mom, I look away and slowly stand up.
“I’m going to head to bed, but tomorrow I’ll be able to get back to whatever’s needed. And hopefully find the answers we need,” I say. And while I’m at it, there are some conversations I’d like to have with Dad.
“Well, then, make sure you get some rest,” Raihana remarks teasingly, and I glance at her. She is definitely related to Skyla… and she’s a lot like Azura, too.
Women.
Grabbing a protein bar, I rip into it as I head back upstairs.
Because I shouldn’t leave her alone after the near-drowning incident, nothing more.
I almost scoff at myself but refuse to acknowledge it.
Entering my bedroom, I glance over at the sleeping Sienna on the bed. Shutting the door quietly, I drop onto the floor, leaning my head against the bed.
Now that we’ve marked one another, I don’t know if I need to have skin contact with her to keep those dreams of hers away, but just in case, it’s better to stay close.
Last night, I never would have thought I’d be marked within the next 24 hours. How things change in the blink of an eye.