Hello Mate!

Zayla

My body hurts, pain is burning through every nerve ending.

The only thing making it bearable are the tiny tingles lighting my skin up with every rub my body makes against Soren’s as he walks.

His grip on my body is tight, shielding me from harm. My body is so relaxed finally being in his arms that I start to drift back to sleep.

However, right when I’m on the cusp of unconsciousness, I hear my father’s howl of pain. It burns through the trees like kerosene being sprayed into a fire.

Then I hear him. I hear him clear as day in my head, “~Zayla, pup, please tell me where you are, please be okay! I love you, pup, please! Where are you!?”~

His voice breaks my heart.

So it’s no question that I use all of the strength I have left to answer him, ~“I’m okay, Dad, Soren’s got me. I love you!”~

I pass out right after saying it, the use of my last bit of energy draining me completely.

I sleep soundly for several minutes. The slowing down in Soren’s movements is what wakes me. By the strong smell of him flooding the air, I assume we’ve made it to his home.

His hand letting go of my body has my arm going up around his neck, pulling me even closer into him.

“Soren,” is all I have the strength to say. It comes out in a satisfied sigh as I breathe into his neck.

His scent is lulling my wolf into pure bliss. The only thing stopping us from being in a state of complete joy is the pain from all my wounds and the weakness from my blood loss.

The tingles I’m getting on my nose from burrowing myself into his neck has realization hitting me.

Would he have come to me if I hadn’t just gotten hurt?

How long would I have had to wait before he would allow us to mark him?

As much as I love Soren and don’t want to push him into doing something he doesn’t want, I’m sick of him holding my future in his hands.

I’m sick of everyone trying to decide my future for me.

So with more determination than my weak body should have, I pull back slightly before biting into his neck, locking our souls, our hearts, our everything together as one.

Marking him as mine forever.

As soon as my fangs pierce his skin, he grunts.

The pleasure from completing the bond is flooding our body so strongly that his arms tighten their grip around me before his legs give out and he falls to his knees.

Keeping my fangs in his skin, I can feel my body healing completely. The pain is now almost nonexistent.

As I move my hands over his body, goosebumps form on his skin, his body vibrating in pleasure to my touch.

He makes no move to stop me. Instead, he kneels there with his head back, his breathing labored from the harsh moans that have taken over his throat.

Twisting my body slightly, I get him to loosen his hold on me, but he never lets me go completely.

I move until I’m straddling him, my left arm dragging slowly up his torso, letting my nails drag softly up the beautiful sculpture of his body.

When my hand makes it into his hair, I pull his head slightly to the left, before pulling my fangs from his neck. At my movement, he lets out a saddened groan at the loss of contact.

Licking the wound, I look at it closely before dragging my tongue up the side of his neck, my eyes closed the whole time.

Using my hand that’s still laced in his hair, I pull his face and latch my lips to his.

My body lights on fire at the feeling of his lips on mine. A wave of ~finally~ is swirling around my body as we both deepen the kiss.

It is anything but gentle. It may have started out gently, but as soon as I began, his left arm came around me, crushing me to him, his right arm coming up and holding my face to his.

We’re both doing everything we can to pull ourselves closer.

Dragging my hips up his thighs, my naked pussy grinds itself on his thick, hardened cock. The movement has us both moaning into our kiss.

The pleasure from this simple touch is becoming almost too much to bear.

But the feeling is far too euphoric to stop, so I continue grinding down on him, his dick sliding between my lips. Each time it almost enters me but I move upwards just before.

The feeling of him sliding back and forth is heaven: his length rubbing my clit with each stroke I make with my hips. Each grind I make is slower yet more powerful, my need to feel all of him taking over.

His moans at my movements spur me on even more. My aggression and possessiveness are shining through me as my wolf and I struggle not to just take him right here.

Kissing down his neck slowly, I make my way back to his mark. Running my tongue along the sensitive skin has him crying out, pleasure overtaking his body.

Feeling little drops of precum dripping on my clit, I halt my movements for a second. Soren’s arms grip my waist, but don’t move me even though I can feel he’s struggling not to.

Biting him again, I mark him for the second time, my hips perfectly still until I feel our bond snap again in my head. As soon as I feel it, I grind myself down hard on his already dripping cock.

The move has us both cumming, crying out at the sensation as we drench each other in our release.

Panting hard, I released his neck. Grabbing his face in my hands, I kiss him again. My lips are desperate for him, but my body is slower.

It sings for him, vibrating in its euphoria after what just happened.

Once my high dies down slightly, I start moving my hips again, slower this time. The feeling is just as good as before, my need to moan stronger and more desperate with each thrust my hips make.

After several more times of doing it, Soren finally has enough. Growling, he leans us forward so that I’m now lying on the floor underneath him.

My legs are still wrapped around him, and his mouth is still latched onto mine. His tongue is fighting for dominance with mine, each roll of it into my mouth has me getting wetter.

He continues the kiss for a moment, his body weight stopping me from moving my own against him. He has me caged under him, and I fucking love it.

His hand comes up and grabs hold of my hair, pulling my face to the side and away from his. At the same time, he’s kissing down my neck to my mark.

Once his lips touch the sensitive spot, I moan—the pleasure mates get by being touched there is enough to make you cum.

When his teeth bite down into it like I had just done to him, that’s exactly what I do. I explode right there. He presses his hips into me at just the right moment, copying what I had just done to him moments ago.

And just like before, I crumble at the feeling, drenching his cock again in my release.

And he doesn’t stop there. He continues to thrust his hips, his dick, to rub more aggressively against my now overly sensitive clit.

His bite mixed with the motions his cock is making has my body ready to release again.

“Soren, please,” I moan; my need for him is far too strong to hold off any longer. He groans at my plea but doesn’t stop the sexual torture he’s putting my body through.

With both of his hands firmly grasping my hips, he forces my pussy down on the underside of his cock and again, the force of it pushes me over the edge.

Right as I cum again, he pulls his teeth from me, licking the wound clean.

The tingles his tongue makes across my skin as it heals has me crying out even more. My orgasm intensified to the max.

All the while his hands are slowly roaming up my body to my face.

Holding my face where he wants it, his voice sings out at me, “Zayla, look at me.”

His voice is so hoarse, so deep, that it sounds almost painful leaving his vocal cords, but fuck it’s such a beautiful sound to my ears.

He has a hand on each of my cheeks; I open my eyes to the most beautiful sight in the world.

~Him.~

His beautiful ash-gray eyes are looking back into mine with so much love and sincerity that I soon get lost in them.

Pulling my eyes away, I drag them over his face.

This is him! This is my Soren. After twenty-one years I’m finally seeing his face. And fuck me, he’s fine as all hell.

His skin has a beautiful, caramelized tan that highlights his strong jaw and toned build. His face has that slight stubble that just highlights his features instead of masking them.

His nose is perfectly straight, and his thick hair is a beautiful fawn color, mixed with dark brown. He’s every image of what the perfect human would look like rolled into one.

When I see his full lips quirk up into a smile, his straight white teeth shining out at me, I bring my eyes back up to his.

“My beautiful Lux…” he says.

I don’t let him finish what he was going to say before my lips are back on his.