Part 68

(POV - Aria)

Waking up next to Marcus put a smile on Aria's tired face. She snuggled into his chest, hiding from the crisp morning air and seeking out his warmth. His skin was a furnace on hers, but she wasn't complaining. She could have stayed like that for hours, just listening to his even breathing, his chest rising and falling with each smooth breath.

The only discomfort was the warmth that had grown sticky between her thighs, a mixture of their arousal from a long night together.

But she didn't want to leave the comfort of his bed just yet. She could shower later, maybe Marc would join her again. The thought had a new wave of arousal heating her lower stomach, and she bit her bottom lip.

She glanced up at him to make sure he was still sound asleep and had to suppress the sudden urge to giggle.

He was completely passed out, his mouth hanging open slightly, soft snores slipping from the back of his throat. He really was so cute. Aria wondered how this man was the same wolf who made others quake in terror by his mere presence.

She smiled to herself and slid her hand across his chest and down the smooth planes of his stomach. Images of their night together flooded her mind and unconsciously pressed her thighs together, suddenly needing to get off as quickly as possible. She didn't want to wake him up though. He looked so peaceful, the lines of tension gone from his face. He almost looked his own age.

But his scent was all she could smell and it was slowly driving her insane. She chewed on her bottom lip again and slid her other hand down her body, her stomach fluttering at the featherlight touch. She'd fallen asleep with her knee hitched across his lower abdomen, something she was immensely grateful for when her fingers dipped into her wetness easily.

Sighing in relief, she pressed her mouth to his shoulder to muffle her heavy breathing, slipping two fingers into her aching entrance and finding that spot that made her see stars. She pressed at it, the sensation of Marcus' warm cum mixing with her own and coating her fingers only serving to make her more desperate.

She pulsed around her fingers, getting closer and closer, her breaths hotter and more uneven the closer she got. She prayed she wouldn't wake him up, not wanting to disturb him just because she was horny and impatient.

She jolted, the muscles of her inner thighs twitching and suddenly, there was a hand covering hers, and another wrapping around the back of her knee.

"Mm, what a way to wake up," Marcus said, his voice deep and rough with sleep. "Careful, I might get used to having you wake me up like this."

He pulled her hand away from her pussy, ignoring her whines of protest and slipping her fingers into his mouth. He sucked on them languidly, his tongue slurping up every bit of slick on her skin until she was dizzy.

"Did you wake up feeling needy, little one?" he asked, pulling her on top of him, her thighs bracketing his hips and her slick dripping down onto his soft cock. "Did you think I wouldn't smell you playing with yourself?"

She whined again, pressing her hips down in search of any kind of friction but his hands dug into her ass, keeping her hovering a few inches above him.

"Answer me first, baby," he ordered. She whimpered and nodded her head.

"Woke up and thought about last night," she mumbled, lost to her own pleasure and willing to do whatever he wanted to get him to give it to her. "Felt your cum between my thighs and wanted more."

"Fuck, baby," he growled, his cock growing in length beneath her thigh. "Are you always this filthy in the morning?

She shook her head, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout. He leaned up and bit down on the soft flesh, pulling her down into a messy kiss. It was sloppy, open mouthed and breathy. Aria quickly losing her ability to control the volume of her whines.

"Shh, baby," he cooed. "You have to use your words. Tell me what you want from me. beautiful."

She didn't want to, she just wanted his hands on her, making her feel as weightless as he had last night. His fingernails left small crescents in the skin of her hips.

"Come on, little one," he growled, kissing down her neck and nibbling at the base of her throat. His fingers dragged down to the crease of her ass, pulling her cheeks apart and exposing her warm, wet pussy to the icy morning air.

"Hnn, Marc," she squeaked, grinding back into his hands, aching for him to just touch' her. "Don't tease me, please. I just want to cum."

"Aw, is that right?" he teased, the tips of his index fingers inching closer to her swollen entrance. "You just want to cum? I can arrange that, baby."

He slipped his middle and ring fingers into her wet heat, chuckling darkly at the way she keened and rode back on his hand.

"That feel good?" he asked, his lips latching onto her collarbones and sucking purple bruises into the smooth skin. "Do you want to cum like this, little one? On Alpha's fingers?"

No. No, no, no, she thought worldly, shaking her head. She wanted more. she wanted him sheathed inside her, fucking her full until she was delirious with desire.

"What do you want then, baby?"

"You," she hiccoughed, choking on a little whine. "Please, Alpha, I only want you."

"You have me," he mocked coldly, his voice edged with the hint of that mean streak she'd fallen in love with. "See?"

He punctuated his question by scissoring his fingers inside her, stretching her out and making her moan. She was so sensitive, so swollen and needy that she couldn't think past the blood thrumming between her thighs and the ache that needed to be sated.

"No," she whined, bucking back onto his fingers. "No, please, I want your cock inside me, Alpha. Please."

"Again?" he mused, his free hand slipping between their sweaty bodies and nudging at her clit. She cried out, jerking away from the pressure, her thighs locking in an effort to snap shut but he kept them wide, exposing the little nerve bundle to his torment.

"Was last night not enough to satisfy my greedy little wolf?"

She only shook her head, tears clinging to her lashes from the edging. Any time she got close, he'd slow his fingers to a halt inside her, feeling the way her walls fluttered around his fingers.

"So close, baby," he chuckled, pumping his fingers in and out slowly, excruciatingly. "What's the matter? You can't cum on my fingers?"

She growled in frustration, hating the way yet another orgasm skittered out of her reach.

"Marc," she ground out, her eyes flashing amber. "I swear to God, 'please'-"

"Please what?" he asked, his voice suddenly low with warning. "My fingers not good enough for your greedy little pussy? Do you need something more?"

She sobbed in frustration, her thighs shaking with her denied orgasms.

"Poor little wolf," he teased, kissing the tip of her nose. "I guess I could take pity on you and give you what you want."

His fingers slipped out of her, and he pressed her hips flush against his, the head of his cock immediately catching on her soaking entrance.

"You're dripping," he said proudly, and she wanted to wipe that smirk off his face but she'd rather have him inside her so she nodded wildly. "Are you that desperate? It's not even 8 am yet."

"That's not how you felt at 3 am this morning," she countered, her mouth falling open in a silent cry as he slid the head of his cock along her wet slit.

"Mm, no I couldn't help myself," he admitted. "You had your head laying on my thigh, staring at my cock like it was a Christmas present."

"And now you're teasing me, how is that fair?" she whined. He laughed out loud, the sound rumbling in his chest. He kissed her gently, a stark contrast to the way he fucked his fingers back inside her.

"Then do you want my cock?" he asked, licking at her bottom lip. She nodded and he laughed again, adjusting his hips and using his drenched fingers to slip the head of his cock inside her clenching heat.

"Oh!" she squeaked, her back going taut as he slipped further inside her, his cock gliding easily along the velvet of her walls.

"There you go," he growled, rocking his hips up into her pussy, the tip of his cock nudging at her g spot with every painfully slow thrust, each one deliberate and driving her further and further into delirium.

Her thighs shook, her entire body shook with the deep push of his cock, her nails clawing red scratches into his skin.

"F-fuck," she moaned softly, her breath stolen from her lungs. He only smirked roughly, grunting as he fucked up into her wet heat gain and again.

She loved how it felt, she loved how their scents were no longer discernible from one another, mixing together to form something brand now, something warm and soothing. Something that chased every bit of fear Aria had living in her heart.

She dropped her head, pressing her brow to his chest, her jaw slack with the achingly slow build of her orgasm. She wanted to beg him to let her cum this time. She would beg him, plead with him not to steal this pleasure from her because she didn't think she could survive it.

"You feel so good, love," he murmured gently, completely at ease beneath her, the picture of a lazy morning. He fucked her languidly, like he had all the time in the world to tease her, his own high so far from his mind that it seemed as if he didn't care whether or not he finished.

He just wanted to make her feel good.

She whined, feeling the way her pussy shuddered around his pulsing cock, pulling a satisfied groan from his chest.

"You love doing that to me, don't you?" he breathed, sinking his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder. She keened.

She'd opened her mouth to retort when someone bashed against the door, making Marcus growl in annoyance. He tentatively sniffed at the air, his annoyance disappearing and replaced by a serene type of calm. He pressed his lips to hers, his hands wrapping around her waist.

"I'll be right back, baby," he said, helping her back onto the bed, and kissing her frown when he slipped his cock out of her. "I swear, this won't take long."

He quickly pulled on a loose T-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts that didn't do much to hide his hard cock, but he didn't seem to care. He walked out without another backward glance, leaving Aria alone and so horny on the bed. Her chest heaved, confusion coloring her cheeks.

Her chest heaved, need pulsing between her thighs but the moment was gone, Marcus taking it with him to wherever he'd run off to, mid-fuck.

She huffed and glanced around, deciding that she needed to go for a shower since Marcus had practically abandoned her when he'd been edging her and teasing her.

With a grunt, she got up, ignoring the wetness between her thighs and heading to the shower.

When she was done, Marcus still hadn't returned, so she got dressed and followed after his scent.

She hadn't expected to run into Jaden the second she stepped outside the door.

"Why do you look so guilty?" she said. He laughed nervously, a hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Is that how you greet people in the morning?" he joked. Her eyes narrowed, and he quickly gave in. "Okay, Marcus is talking to one of the pack members about training and shouldn't be disturbed."

"So, what? You're here to babysit me?" she scoffed, walking around Jaden and ignoring his calls for her to stop. She followed Marcus' scent down another hallway, one she'd never been down before.

The doors here were mostly bare, no names on the doors, meaning there were very few wolves staying on this floor. But there, at the end of the hallway, a door opened, revealing Marcus looking exceptionally pleased.

And there was a female standing in the room behind him.