“Hi.” I said in a low tone, trying hard to not make it sound like a lust-ful sigh.
He merely watched me as I moved across the room to grab my moisturizer, before settling down on the edge of the bed. Sprawling my legs out long, I leaned against the backrest. I felt the heat of his gaze all along, and I reveled in it.
“What did you do in town?” He suddenly asked.
I cleared my voice before saying, “Nothing much. Some shopping-”
“Shopping?” He asked, resting his elbow over his head on the wall.
“Y-yes.” I said.
He sucked on my skin as he slowly moved downward, surely leaving behind some marks. As he reached my pelvis, ever so gently, he kissed it. Again. And again. He showered my skin with kisses, slowly moving downwards.“So wet, Kiara.” He said, peeling my legs apart. As my vagina was bare to his eyes, he brought his fingers gently to collect my juices. And then, he slowly introduced his fingers into me. I felt my vaginal walls tighten around him, as though rejecting me, white in reality, I simply couldn’t get enough of him.I felt his breath on me as he inched closer to my aching bud. This time, he didn’t take long to devour it with his mouth. Engulfing it entirely, he gently sucked on it, all the while his finger gently moved in and out of me.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror.My hair was disarrayed, flowing in unruly curls down my back. My lips were swollen and pink, as were the blush in my cheeks. Staring below, I noticed a bruise that lay testament to my mate’s claim. It was tender to touch, but I relished in the pain it provided, for it reminded me of one of the most significant moments of my life. As war wounds are always cherished by a soldier, this was a wound I would proudly wear, as it reminded me of Marcus’ presence in my life.I gently watched my face and neck with water, before covering my body with a robe and walking back into the bedroom. Atop the mattress, Marcus was fast asleep. Although I wanted him to hold me the entire night, looking at the peaceful expression on his face prevented me from waking him up. As quietly as I cou
I woke up to the feel of someone gently rubbing my shoulders. Squinting, I looked up at Marcus. He looked freshly showered with water dripping from his hair.“Do you want to wake up?” He mumbled.“Yeah.” I said as I got up to sit against the backrest, pulling the duvet to cover my body.“Feel better?”“Of course.” I smiled at his silly question.He narrowed his eyes at me, “You should be glad I went easy on you.”“I didn’t ask you to.”
Pulling my shirt over my head, I rushed into the bathroom. While I got rid of the rest of my clothes, Marcus turned the shower on and set it to the right temperature. It was only when I stepped into the steam filled glass room that he turned around to look at me again. His hands involuntarily came to my waist as I circled my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. As his lips met mine, I drenched under the hot water that soothed my body. I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. “The temperature is perfect.” I murmured into the kiss. I buried my fingers in his damp hair as he continued kissing me with apparent urgency. Down below, I felt his member against my torso, hard and erect. Realizing that if we didn’t stop now, we’d never get to actually showering, I pulled away from him. I could see the disappointment
After our rigorous session, Marcus passed out beside me on the bed. He had already been battling sleep in the car journey earlier but our shower briefly distracted him. I realized right after he came that he would soon succumb to sleep. Sighing, I peeled his hand away from my waist as I snuck out of his hold. Heading into the bathroom, I cleaned up after myself and resumed my shower.When I emerged out of the bedroom, fully clothed and presentable this time, I could hear Marcus slightly snore. God, he must have been really tired.As I went down the stairs, I noticed that empty plates were being removed from the dinner table. Bernard was the last one to finish eating.“Have you all had dinner already?”
Tears spilled out of my eyes at the sight of the man who resembled the one I had seen just a few minutes ago.I was right.It was indeed him, and yet, I could hardly believe it.How could that be possible?“Kiara?” I felt Marcus’ presence beside me.As I stared into his scared eyes, fresh tears broke loose. I couldn’t stop sobbing.“What the hell happened?” He asked.Bernard said something to him that made me clench his jaw at once. In anger, he ordered, “Bring h
I tweaked my hair one last time as I watched myself in the mirror. Behind me, Marcus was just finishing up tying the straps of my dress together.“Ready then?” He asked, placing his hands on my shoulders.I nodded, “Yes.”Turning me around, he placed a chaste kiss on my lips, “Are you sure you don’t want to call your father?”The mention of his name made me freeze in place at once. It was hard to maintain my composure when people spoke of him, so when Marcus carefully looked down at me, I tried to avoid his gaze.“No.” I said, “He will come if he wants to.”
The way back to Windshire was a long and tiring journey. Marcus and I were being accompanied by a few pack members and of course, my father. Lately, whenever I had some leisure time to spare, events from that day played in my mind on repeat. That night was still so fresh in my head. I could vividly remember everything my father revealed to me.“Why didn’t you come back?” I asked in desperation.By this point, I could understand everything he said but I failed to understand if he thought his decision to stay away from the pack that disowned him was worth leaving his daughter behind.“Everybody wanted me dead.” He said, “After the war, I got to know that Benson was greedy for my position in the pack. He was well aware of my