Chapter 11

Leading me by the hand, Jason and I went into the office. At least there we would have some privacy. Going inside, I sat on the comfy chair across from the desk. It was a brown leather chair with memory foam in the back, and seat. Comfy as hell.

Sitting at his desk, he leaned back in his chair. "I know my mom mentioned the marking to you."

"Yes, she did."

"As my Luna, you will need to be marked before the ceremony. If any unmated males see you without a mark, you'll be a prime target for them. I can promise you that you to be unmarked. I won't force you, though. I want you to want it to happen."

"Tell me what happens when you do?"

"I'll be able to mind link you, I can sense your emotions, you'll have my scent on you; basically, we'll be more connected. But once we have sex, we'll be even more connected."  Shifting, Jason took a deep inhale, smelling my arousal. "I'd relax a little; you smell so delicious."

"How do you mark me?"

Coming over to me, kneeling in front of me, he moved my hair off my neck. Clearly, his control was slipping. "I bite you right here on your neck. When it heals, you'll have a tattoo showing you are mine," he purred.

His words were only spurning my arousal further as he kept gazing at the side of my neck, his eyes changing color. "Jason?" I asked.

Snapping out of it, he looked me in the eye. Opening my legs, he slid in between them. "Only when you are ready, will I mark you."

My heart was pounding the closer he got to me. Putting my hand on his chest, my other hand slid to his neck. A gasp left his lips. "Jason..." I started, "I want you to mark me....now." Smashing his lips to mine, he scooped me off the chair. Holding tight to his neck, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Going out the side door from the office, Jason raced up the stairs. Slamming the door to his room, he threw me on the bed. Ripping his shirt in half, he crawled over my wanting body. His eyes changed color, Jackson was coming out. "No, Jackson. I want Jason to mark me, not you." Softening his features, Jason came back into view. Smiling up at him, I wrapped my legs around him again. Pressing his lips to mine again, I tangled my fingers in his hair. The kisses deepened as he asked for tongue access, which I granted.

He stopped momentarily, "Are you sure about this?"

Breathlessly, I answered, "Yes, I am. Make me yours."

Continuing his assault on my lips, he moved down to my neck, kissing the spot where he would bite me. Gripping his hair tightly, I waited for the moment where I would be his. A sharp pain hit my neck, but it turned to pleasure. Letting out a scream, Jason licked the wound, and there was no more pain. Picking his head up, he looked me in the eyes. "How do you feel?"

Cupping his cheek, "Different," I replied.

Nuzzling his nose to mine, he seemed proud of himself. "The mark suits you well." Running his fingers over it, he had a smirk on his face. "Now, you're mine."

Moving next to me, Jason threw an arm over my stomach, pulling me close to him. Turning to face him, my mark was showing. Running his thumb over it, the sensation made me tremble. Running my hands over his chest, he was purring under my hands. "You seem pleased with yourself."

"Aren't you pleased having my mark?"

"Of course, I am."

"You know what comes next, don't you?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me.

Taking a moment, I realized what he meant. "Oh....OH!" Scrambling off the bed, I held myself. "Not, not right now we aren't."

Jason started snickering, and got up to comfort me. "Take it easy, baby. We don't have to right now. We've started the process, so now when you're ready we can....do it."  Wrapping me in his powerful arms, I felt safe. "Promise I won't rush you."

"I trust you." Smiling at him, I embraced him again. "I think I need a shower."

"Oh really?" He leaned down, inhaling my scent. "You smell like me, I love it."

"Will I always smell like you?"

"Hmm, you will."

Purring, I broke away from him. "I'll be in the shower."

Trailing after me, he had a lustful look in his eye. "Could I join you?"

Pausing, I seriously considered it. Though, when I paused he smirked at me, opening the door behind me, backing us into the bathroom. Closing the door behind us, Jason had a lustful look. "Jason," I shyly said.

"Please, let me see your body," he purred seductively.

Backing me into the wall, he towered over me, raking his hungry eyes over me. 'I'm scared. What if he finds me repulsive?'  I thought.

"Don't be scared, ever. I would never find you repulsive!" His words were forceful, as though he was offended that I thought that.

"Wait...how did you---"

"I heard your thoughts," he answered. Giving him silence, I wasn't sure where to go. Sliding his hands, onto my bare skin, I felt how calloused his hands were. The feeling made me jump. "Dakota, you mean everything to me. There is nothing in this world that would make me think you would be repulsive." Nodding slightly, Jason smiled. Lifting my shirt over my head, I could hear the rumble start in his chest. Running his hand over my stomach, I gasped. Reaching down, he undid the button of my jeans, and slid them down my legs. Staying on his knees, he sweetly kissed my stomach. "I love your body."

Rising from his knees, it was my turn to show Jason how I felt about him. Unbuckling his belt, I could feel his heartbeat quicken. Whipping his belt out, he let out a breathless laugh.  Opening his jeans, they dropped to the floor. Shocked, I saw that he wasn't wearing any boxers. Gasping loudly, he picked me up and walked into the shower. Turning on the warm water, he released my breasts from their confinement, tossing it out of the shower. Kissing down my neck to my stomach, he hooked his  thumbs into the sides of my panties tugging them down. The water was running over our bodies, our passion held firmly together.

"Jason," I breathed out.

"Hmm...." he hummed out, lowering his kisses.

"Not yet," I protested.  Stopping, he rested his chin on my stomach, peering up at me. "I'm not ready yet."

Standing, he just smiled at me, cupping my face in both hands, tenderly landing a kiss on my lips. "I'll step out, and let you shower."

After he left, despite the water being warm, I felt cold. Jason's presence always made me feel warmer. 'Why can't I just let it happen? Is there something wrong with me?'' Finishing in the shower, I stepped out to see Jason sitting on the floor in his boxers. "Oh gosh, you scared me," I said, grabbing my chest.

"I heard what you were thinking," Jason said, sad tone in his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Telepathy, Dakota," he reminded me. "You really think there's something wrong with you?"

Exacerbated, I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, Jason. You obviously know my opinion of myself--"

Rushing towards me, Jason's eyes held no lie as he spoke. "Dakota, you are the love of my life. My Luna, and you will be my wife. If I wasn't sure about you, then you would know by now. There is not one thing I would not do for you. I'd kill for you, and I'd die for you. I would do anything for you." Picking me up bridal style, he carried me back to the bedroom. Setting me down gently, he picked out my clothes. A loose fitting green sweater, black leggings, my black booties, black bra, and black cheeky underwear.

"What are you doing?"

"Sshh."

Removing the towel, he dressed me from my panties to the pants all in silence. I wish I knew what he was thinking. Speaking of, why can he hear me and I can't hear him? Do I ask him? Waiting until he was finished.

"Jason?"

Throwing a shirt on, he turned to me. "What's on your mind?"

"Why can you hear me, but I can't hear you?"

"Until we are fully mated, I can only hear you. Once we are, we'll be able to hear each other, and you'll be able to hear everyone in the pack."

Definitely did not know that, but why would I? Once he was done explaining, he turned away from me. "Thank you, Jason." He stopped, but didn't turn. "You're being patient with me. I know I can be frustrating. And I know you won't want to hear this, but if you think I'm taking too long, you can--"

"Don't finish that sentence," he growled. Recoiling, he turned to me, smashing his lips to mine. After a few moments, he broke the kiss. "Let's get something to eat."

Heading downstairs, we expected to see his parents, and the others. There was a note on the kitchen counter from his Mom.

Jason and Dakota,

We left once we heard the door slam; we didn't want to interrupt. I'll start arranging for the festivities in two weeks. Will call you tomorrow.

Love you,

Mom and Dad

Jason was laughing at the note, while I was so embarrassed I couldn't even take my face out of my hands. "Oh my goddess, they knew what we were doing."

"Of course, they did, sweetheart. I'm sure they're expecting us to be fully mated." Shame hit me when he said that. I hadn't even noticed that Jason was looking at me. "Dakota?"

"Hmm?"

"What would you like to eat?"

"Oh, I'm not that hungry."

Raising an eyebrow, he looked in the fridge. "See, I think you're lying because you think that they're going to be disappointed that we aren't fully mated."

'Damn it, stop reading my thoughts.'

"I didn't read your thoughts that time. You're just obvious." My jaw dropped open to say something, but I was cut off. "They will understand; sure, they want us to mate, but they also know that you can't exactly throw someone into this and expect them to go all the the way."

"I guess," I whispered.

Coming over to me, he lifted me onto the counter with ease. "I am going to make you my famous garlic spaghetti."

"Sounds delicious," I smiled.

Watching him work in the kitchen was mesmerizing. He moved like his father. The smell of the garlic was so delicious my mouth was watering. His movements were so fluid; my eyes trained on him as he cooked. "See something you like?" he purred. I was completely tongue tied; I guess I didn't realize he was watching me every bit as I was watching him. Laughing, he kissed me. "You're allowed to look, baby. I was just teasing." Taking the spoon into the pot, he gave a small piece of the garlic clove to try, "Try this. Chopped garlic, olive oil, pinch of salt, and a pinch of pepper."  Taking the piece into my mouth, the flavor was so unbelievable that my eyes said it all.  "You like?"

"Oh my goddess, Jason, it's so delicious. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"Believe it or not, from my Dad. Not that my Mom isn't a fantastic cook, but Dad is just a little better. Don't tell her I said that," he jested.

Giggling, I can only imagine what his mother would say; most likely the same thing my mother would say. "I promise I won't tell her."

Putting the pasta together with the garlic mix, I was drooling at the thought that I would be eating his glorious food. Staring at the food, Jason got the plates ready with utensils. My body was lifted off the counter to the stool, "I'll get your food." Tenderly kissing my cheek, he went back over to the stove, bringing two plates full of food. "Eat up!"

Watching Jason put the plates down, he had such a glimmer in his eye. I was so excited to eat his food; for once, I was actually hungry. Sliding the first bite into my mouth, I couldn't contain my excitement. "Hmm...oh my goddess! Jason this is the best spaghetti I've ever had!"

Chuckling, he continued to shovel food in his mouth. "I'm glad you like it, baby." He stopped eating for a moment, and he turned to the drawer behind him. "I almost forgot, I have this for you."

Sliding a box on front of me, there was a big red bow on it. "What's this?" I asked.

"Open it, sweetheart."

I couldn't even imagine what it could be. Too big to be  ring, and too small to be really be anything else. Removing the bow, I opened the white box. "Oh, honey, thank you," I beamed. Seeing the shiny new cellphone made me happy. Even at my age, I never had one. Rarely was I far enough to need one. Besides, we still had landlines, and if I went far for too long, I'd use someone else's phone. "I've never had a cell phone before."

Confusion swept over his features, "Really? Never?"

"I didn't go out that much when I was in the pack, and when I did, I used Ashley's phone. My parents always offered me one, but I didn't really want it. I was happier being home." Reaching across, Jason took my hand, his expression sad. "It was my choice, honey."

"Well, now, you're with me. I can promise you that we will be traveling, spending a lot of time together, and doing things that make us both happy. We can go to my house in Washington State, or even go to my parents vacation house in Utah." He paused, knowing exactly why I had basically become a shut-in. "I want you to be able to let go of the past. We have so much ahead of us, that I don't want you to let the past destroy what we could have."

Squeezing his hand, tears brimmed in my eyes. Something finally clicked in my head. This was the man whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He was always so warm, and loving with me. Understanding of my past, always gentle. Always seeing the look in his eye when he just sees me; it's like he's seeing an Angel. Then, I had a realization of what I had to do, not just because he's my mate, but because, for the first time, I found someone I love. That's it.

I love Jason Morgan.