Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Mark Me!

There's a mix of apprehension and nerves in the pit of my stomach as we get hot and heavier,

despite wanting it more than air, and Colton lowers his pelvis between my thighs and gently grinds

against me, igniting a craving with the goodness of his attention. I moan and bite his bottom lip,

gripping his shoulder as I lift my hips to him and push him to do it harder as sensation arouses me

fully, and I swear, I “ve never been so ready to finally lose my virginity as this. This dry humping thing

he has going on is enough to push me over the edge and I'm almost insane with the craving to get

him inside of me. If all of this is anything like the end result, then I have no desire to keep waiting.

Only my niggles and worries in the back of my mind are stopping me from pulling my own clothes

off and prompting him faster.

I've heard it can hurt; there were horror stories from other girls in the home, even those who paired

up and marked. They said that it's not always a pleasant thing the first time, that it can be sore, and

dry, and awkward , especially if your mate's a virgin too, and I try and push it out of my head, unable

to see how something that feels this insanely good can end up being awful. Colton is not a virgin,

even I know that, and judging by his kissing skills, he knows something about a femme’s body and

how to pleasure her.

I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and slide one hand between us to rub over the

erection I can feel bulging through the material of his sweatpants. In a bid to make him want to

push us head with more haste, and smile when Colton groans under his breath at my contact. Both

hitting fever pitch excitement levels, and he flips from over me, surprising me with the sudden

departure that makes me go from insanely heated to instantly cold with the loss of his body heat.

“What are you doing?” I gasp in alarm, shock and outraged all at the same time. Blurting it at him

and throwing him a shocked glare.

“I'm going to end up pounding you into the bed and getting you pregnant the first time if I don't

go get something. Trust me, I'm coming right back. Don’t you dare move a muscle. The infirmary

has some, stay right here, exactly like this.” Colton leans up, taking hold of my knees and pushes

them slightly apart with a wink and a smile of cheekiness, before swooping down and kissing me on

the lips quickly. It elicits a giggle from me, that he’s both crude, and cute, at the same time and as

soon as he darts out of the room I flop back on the bed, exhaling heavily, trying to calm my racing

heart and pull in some much-needed air.

He has me all kinds of crazy riled up, pulse all over the place and lungs laboring with his attentions. I

lay a hand on my pulsating belly to try and calm down some of this crazy fire growing up inside of

me, before I self-combust and pass out, and wave my free hand over my face to cool some of the

intense flushing burning over my cheeks and forehead. I thank the fates I had the foresight to

shower earlier.

I have a yearning that is insatiable, and I can't lie still, energy levels boosted and suddenly so antsy. I

sit up and end up shuffling off the bed to pull my nightdress off, but he’s back in a flash as I get to

my feet, obviously he hyper sped there, and back, equally desperate to do this, and startles me with

the return.

“Hey! ... That's not how I left you!” He comes up behind me and runs a hand up my abdomen,

across my breast to give it another gentle squeeze from around behind me and kisses me in the

space of my neck under my jaw on my right side. Igniting tingles, and butterflies within my belly all

over again.

“I was going to take this off.” I tug at my shirt to show him and yelp when Colton spins me, almost

knocking me over but catches me in his arm instead. He holds up a pack of condoms, shakes them

at me with a mischievous glint in his eye that gets me blushing, and looking away in a flash of

embarrassment, and throws them on the bed before kissing me lightly on the lips again. His kiss is

addictive, and I could have him do it to me every second of every day.

"Allow me.” He leans in and yanks the hem of my shirt up in one fluid movement, as my arms come

up automatically and he swipes the nightdress up and over my head and tosses it aside like it's

nothing but a flimsy obstacle. He takes a second to skim my body with his eyes, before latching

onto my mouth again, and kissing me as venomously as the first reunion, pushing me back into that

feverish mode of needing him. Colton’s hands are hot, and strong, and they skim my body, seeking

out my curves, before sliding behind me as he unclips my bra, in a smooth swift maneuver. Pulling

us apart so he can untangle me from it, exposing, and releasing my breasts, and throws it aside. I

don't feel any kind of shyness, so invested in needing to be naked with him and allowing him to

take a moment to caress them before he slides his hands down my waist.

The breather has allowed some of my nerves to kick in, and I swallow down subtle fear, my body

trembling as he slides my lace panties down from my hips, slowly, sexily, completely undressing me.

“You're beautiful in every way, my perfect girl. I couldn't want you more than I do.” Colton whispers

in a husky tone, right into my ear when he straightens back up, and brings us back together, sucking

my ear lobe and my knees almost give way with the erotic sensation. His breath fanning my cheek

and shoulder and igniting goosebumps.

“I love you.” I have to say it to him, because it's how I feel as I'm consumed by every pore of my

body, and nerve endings exploding deliciously, an undying need for him. Forgiveness, letting go of

the past, all mixed up with desire, and passion, and so many emotions in the moment that the

words tug at my throat, forming a lump, but it's not sadness. It's complete adoration, and an

incomparable happiness that he’s finally going to be everything I wanted. Everything I still need.

Colton pulls back to rest his nose against mine gently, stroking my hair back from my face and

smiles at me in that knee weakening, full on dimples way. Slowing down the tempo and breathing

out slowly with me as he his touches softens.

“I want to hear that multiple times a day, for the rest of my life. I'm crazy in love with you. I'll never

let you down again, ever, I swear. You're my priority. The Luna the people need, the Luna I need. I'll

never doubt us or put you second again. I needed to lose you to realize how stupid that was, how

fucked up my priorities were, because your mate should always come first. You will always come

first.” Colton kisses me on the forehead, a grazing light tenderness that makes me feel delicate, and

special, igniting the butterflies inside of me, and the softer side that is not consumed by lust.

“Unless you turn into a power crazed psychopath!” I point out in quiet humor and get a white flash

of gorgeous smile for my efforts, even if it was a tongue in cheek remark that might upset him. A

lightness of the intense heavy moment.

“In that case I give you permission to taser my ass and keep me shackled to the bed, for your

pleasure. I would happily live like that for as many years as it took to cure me of my crazy.” He

swoops down, catching my lips, while simultaneously scooping me up under the butt, and lifting me

to him so I end up straddling him around the waist once more, catching his shoulders with my

hands to stop myself falling back. He carries me back to the bed this way, never breaking his kiss on

mine and I wrap my arms around his neck fully, entwining him, never wanting to let go ever again.

So many times, I almost had him, and he slipped through my fingers, but not this time. He's my

captive, and I will fight tooth and nail to keep him here.

Those weeks of being apart, the heart ache, and pain, from being imprinted on him, and yet always

turned away, all fall around us to dust, like they don’t matter anymore. His touch a balm that heals

so many wounds, pushes so many painful emotions completely out of me, and the confidence in

knowing he will never reject me again gives me new life. He's in control here, and no sign of doing

anything except marking me and finalizing the union with sex. He's mine, finally. And there is

nothing going to come between us or stop us this time around.

Colton drops me on the bed gently, and steps back while he strips off his pants, and boxers, kicking

of his socks, and shoes in the process, while I scoop my socks off and throw them past him. Two

completely naked people with glowing eyes as wolves’ pique and urge us to unite them too. We

take a silent, almost synchronized second to admire the beauty in one another, in all our glory, both

liking what we see.

The way he looks at me, eating me with his eyes, and devouring every inch, makes me feel sexy, and

desirable, and that tingle of need flushes over me once more, dampening the nerves and hesitations

and I reach for him. Colton takes my hand and climbs on the bed, pushing me back against the

cushions, and nestles over me in a less hostile manner than our make out the first time. He strokes

my hair back and fully lays his body into mine, all curves, and angles matching, and he slides

between my thighs to find a comfortable position.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, losing that wildfire in his eyes and toning down to a simmer as he picks

up on my underlying anxiety. Lifting his hand and stroking a thumb across my bottom lip as gentle

as a fluttering butterfly. The calm in him pushing through his crazy hormones, and it does so much

to help me simmer too.

“A little.” I admit, not liking that this softness is quenching the flames of passion and bringing the

fear to the forefront a little. I think I would prefer getting lost in the haze instinct and have him just

do it when I'm wound up and crazy for him, even if it hurts that way. Get it over and done with, so I

can then know what the after feels like, and experience future times, as it's meant to get better the

more you do it. My stomach lurches with a bout of nerves and I swallow down the apprehension

“I'll try not to hurt you. We can go slow, be gentle. Marking doesn't have to be crazy, and

aggressive, and bouncing around the furniture. Your first time should be special. Besides, If I don't

calm down I may only last like five seconds, max.” Colton’s heart is beating as fast as mine, but as he

utters soothing words I can feel him physically beginning to level out, his own passion and desire

simmering because he’s pulling the emotion through instead of the lust, and it's dampening both of

us as we feed from one another.

“I think I don't want to anticipate...I'm ready to just do it.” I frown at him, my innocence showing,

and he laughs softly. Bringing that hand and smoothing down my cheek, the obvious adoration in

the way he looks at me.

“You clearly don't know what foreplay is or, you know... the joy of working up to it.” He grins and

kisses me quickly. I blush at that, and he leans in and kisses me a little more intensely, grinding his

erection against my intimate places, skin on skin, and I gasp in ecstasy at the unique pleasure waves

it causes to ripple through my stomach and up my legs.

"See... sex is about more than just getting it in there. Trust me. I'm not about to make our first time

together uncomfortable because you aren't ready.” Colton strokes his fingers down my throat and

across my breast and ignites that same pleasure, caressing my skin so it almost burns with his touch

and those warming churning feelings between my legs stir up again to fever pitch. They never lay

low for long, even when he's taking a breather. One touch and he stokes the fire right back up to

where it needs to be, and I stop worrying about going slow.

He moves down my body and kisses first my throat, then slides down and licks my nipple, before

teasing it between his teeth and I almost arch into a snappable position, lifting my spine off the bed

and moaning like crazy with the contact. Colton doesn't relent, he works down my body, kissing,

licking, and caressing, and slides his hand between my thighs, carefully, waiting on sounds of my

refusal before he gently rubs across my aching core, his fingers trailing between the folds and

smoothing a dampness across from within me..

I almost spasm with the mind-blowing sensation it elicits. That simple caress down there, almost

sends me over the edge, and I grab his hair and bury my fingers into the longer length on top to

grip onto him as he moves further down. Colton takes it as a sign that I like it and carries on with a

second caress, this time circling at the front and almost making me squeal, it feels so good.

I close my eyes and give way to the sensation as Colton gently pushes my legs apart for better

access, at the knees, and lifts one of them up to open me fully to him. I tense in anticipation, waiting

on the piercing pain because I think he’s going to enter me, and I've worked myself up into

believing it'll happen like they told me it would. Sharp agony, and dry grating uncomfortable

thrusting, and groan out in surprise when a hot, smooth tongue probes me instead. I wasn't

expecting him to put his mouth down there, and despite the surprise I almost melt to goo, because

it's honest to god the best feeling in the world.

"Oh god" the sensation is nothing like I imagined, not even close. Colton sucking, and licking, down

there, warm, and wet, yet unbelievably good. Something that should feel icky, or weird, or even

unbearably embarrassing, instead is making my toes curl, and me gasp for more. Clutching at him

to urge him to do it harder. The pleasure runs up my limbs, warms my stomach, and the motion of

what he’s doing has me writhing about the bed in seconds, making noises like a dying animal and

all I can do is grip onto his hair and try not to completely implode.

Colton doesn't stop what he’s doing and something firmer, longer, and stiffer, gently slides inside of

me a little way, and I almost experience my first inner explosion. I assume it's the beginning of an

orgasm, due to this being the first time I have been sexually ignited and touched down there, but as

I have no idea what that's meant to feel like I can only assume. It pushes me to pant and let go of

him to grab the bed sheets as I focus on doing nothing but succumbing to how amazing this feels,

lifting my hips in time to the way he's probing me. If I knew sex was like this, I maybe wouldn't have

been so subtle with Colton these past weeks. I would have just pushed him up against a wall and

molested him.

"Good, huh?” His smug tone comes at me, but I can't answer, only breathe in short raspy gasps as

waves of growing heat, and tingles, start in my toes and begin to work their way up my limbs, pelvis,

making me tremble uncontrollably. He continues to slide, what feels like a finger, gently in and out

of me, only a little way. His tongue back on the frontal portion, as he sucks and licks my clitoris and I

groan heavily in response to his question, pulling my knees up as my body can't stay still from the

extreme ecstasy coursing through my limbs.

"Oh god, oh god.... Mark me. I swear if you don't get up and do this, I might eat you.” It's a crazy

breathless whine, as need consumes me, and something big builds up in my stomach and nerve

endings that feels like climbing. Even though what he’s doing feels divine and I'm so close to some

weird precipice, I want to feel him instead of his hand. If that can send me into a spiraling mess of

goo, then I want the real thing and experience what that can do

Screw foreplay... Mark me already.

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