Part 80

(POV - Marcus)

The next day, they spent their time together, laying in their bed, limbs tangled and eyes heavy.

"What about aliens?" Aria asked, her cheek pressed to his bare chest. His fingers trailed along her upper back, her skin soft and warm. He huffed, a lazy smile kicking up the corner of his mouth.

They'd woken up slowly, bodies still drained, and Aria had spawned a conversation on how Marcus felt about other supernatural creatures.

The conversation had devolved into something far more existential the more she spoke.

"You mean the green little fuckers with big black eyes or the beings that some humans think built the pyramids?"

She lifted her head in interest, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, so you 'do' believe in them?"

He laughed and looked away from her, needing a breath after having his knocked from his lungs.

"I never really gave it much thought," he said. "I can't really say I have a solid opinion on it either way purely because it doesn't affect my life."

"Elaborate," she demanded, obviously excited to hear his thoughts. It warmed his heart to know she was so invested in hearing what he had to say, instead of brushing it off just because it might differ from her own thoughts.

"So demanding, little one," he chuckled, resting his head back on the softness of the pillows. "Let's see: if, hypothetically, aliens exist as those immortal creatures that had the technology and wisdom to teach humans how to build something as architecturally impossible as the pyramids almost five thousand years ago, then there would be nothing we could do to stop them from invading if they wanted. But it would also mean that they'd be very uninterested in a planet as small and primitive as ours."

She nodded along, frowning as she considered what he was saying.

"And if they don't exist at all, and we really are alone in the universe," he said with a shrug. "Then at least I get to spend the rest of my days with you."

She buried her face in his chest, her cheeks aflame.

"Be serious, Marc," she whined. "You can't turn a debate into aliens into something about me!"

"I will turn every conversation to you," he murmured, wrapping an arm around the back of her neck and pressing her flush to his chest, stealing a kiss from her pouting lips.

"I would ask why but then you'd just say something super cheesy," she sulked, dropping her head back onto his chest.

"I thought you loved it when I said cheesy things about how much you mean to me," he argued, bringing his free hand to her face. "Can I not make my little one smile?"

"It feels strange sometimes," she admitted quietly.

"Why?"

"Because," she huffed, throwing her arm across his torso. "Sometimes I have to convince myself that you're real, that you're not going to push me away."

"Baby," he scolded gently, turning her over and hovering above her so that she couldn't hide her face from him. "I couldn't do that if I tried. You're my mate, and I'd rather die than lose you."

She stared up at him, her chest rising and falling slowly.

"That's a very extreme way of showing me you stand by your decisions."

A startled laugh burst from deep inside him, and he hid his face in the crook of her shoulder before sitting up, kneeling between her parted thighs. He'd never get used to seeing her that way, her body bare and open, laid out before him like a fucking feast. And she knew the power she held over him, used it to her advantage whenever she could.

"I stand by 'you'," he corrected, his palms traveling the length of her soft thighs. Up then down, his thumbs brushing closer and closer to her heat. "Who else would kick my ass, stand up to me 'and' still help me through my ruts?"

"Well," she said thoughtfully, her knees nudging his ribs. "There's always Jaden who would happily kick your ass, and I have a feeling that Mercucio would be more than happy to help."

"You could have just agreed and kissed me," he mumbled exasperatedly.

She laughed and pushed herself up onto her elbows, her hair falling away from her shoulders.

"You could have just kissed me instead of asking silly questions," she countered. So he did. He crawled over her body and settled on top of her, careful to keep most of his weight off of her before sinking into the sweetness of her lips.

He would have been content there, but something tugged at his thoughts and he suddenly had to know, "When was your first heat?"

She pulled away from his kiss with a little 'pop'. Going soft and timid beneath him.

"I've already had it," she admitted. like she was ashamed of it. "The day your rut ended and I got back home."

He hated the poisonous rage that burbled in his chest, forcing ugly words from his mouth.

"I suppose Aiden was the one who serviced you through it," he bit out, jealousy making him feel disgusting and dirty. Her brows furrowed and she shoved at his chest. He backed away from her, subconsciously giving her the space she wanted.

"I'm not a whore who needs to be 'serviced'," she spat, red coloring her cheeks, her eyes shining angrily. He immediately wished he could swallow his stupid outburst. He hadn't meant it that way; he was just enraged that Aiden had stolen so much from Aria.

Truth be told, he was jealous because he'd wanted to be the one she spent her first heat with. He wanted to show her that it didn't have to be as scary and painful as spending it alone was.

But his anger and envy had turned his words into a garbled mess, and he'd hurt her.

"I spent my first heat alone," she admitted, her voice quiet. He glanced up at her, hating the way she'd curled in on herself. She pulled her knees to her chest, her hands gripping her forearms tightly.

"Alone?" he parroted. She nodded, still not looking at him.

"When I crossed the border into Aiden's territory," she explained. "He caught my scent mixed with yours and he... he went berserk. My heat hit me almost immediately, like my wolf 'knew' he was close. But I made it home and my parents locked me away in the basement."

Marcus swallowed, knowing how it felt to spend his rut alone. He couldn't imagine how terrifying it must have been for Aria to be isolated for her very first heat.

"He almost killed my parents trying to get to me," she said softly. "I could hear him bashing at the doors, snarling and demanding they let me out. It scared me because I'd wanted them to open the door. I thought that maybe he'd accept me if I went to him and let him take my first heat."

He frowned deeply, wanting to reach out to her but keeping his hands to himself until she wanted his touch.

"I'm sorry," he said, pouring every bit of sincerity into those two words. She just smiled in return.

"It was you, you know?" she said shyly. When he frowned again, she rolled her eyes and elaborated. "I imagined you were the one helping me through my heat and it... it worked."

He couldn't help himself then.

A deep, dark sense of possession gripped his entire body and he crossed the short distance between them, his hands going to her hips and yanking her forward. On instinct, her thighs parted to let him in and he lay her back amongst the pillows, his eyes roving her face and trying to memorize every tiny detail.

He kissed her hard, possessively, passionately, no longer lazy and slow. She readily opened for him, her ankles locking behind his back, her hands buried in his hair and her tongue flicking out to meet his. She groaned into the kiss, her body going pliant beneath him. He freed one of his hands and trailed it down to her sex, his fingers finding her already wet and ready for him.

"So you find it sexy," he taunted, biting her bottom lip. "When I get possessive of you."

She whimpered and nodded, bucking her hips against his palm in search of any kind of friction. He would have teased her if he wasn't already achingly hard.

"You like knowing that it drives me crazy," he continued. "Thinking about any other wolf's hands on you when you belong to 'me'."

He punctuated the last word with a hard thrust, burying his cock balls deep in a single stroke. Her gasp caught in her throat, turning to a breathless moan when he pulled out slowly.

He fucked into her hard and fast, swallowing every single one of her high pitched moans, his fingers bruising on her hip while his other hand pressed into her clit. She keened, her head thrashing as the pleasure built and built and built until her back bowed off the bed, her thighs squeezing his waist, trying desperately to close.

His hands left their places, hooking beneath her knees and wrenching them apart while he drove his cock deeper and deeper. He lost his sense of reality quickly, the only things keeping him grounded was the slick dripping down his thighs from her orgasm and her screaming his name. Her pussy fluttered around him, her hot, velvety walls pulling him deeper and deeper, her tits bouncing the harder he fucked her.

He was almost disappointed when his own high crashed into him; he'd have been perfectly content to fuck her like that for hours. He looked down to where they were joined, his wolf taking pride in watching how he fucked his cum into her.

But it wasn't enough: he was still hard inside her.

He grunted out a laugh, gently setting her knees down and bending low to kiss her.

"I'll be the only one helping you through your heats from now on," he promised, relishing in how she shook under him. With a sadistic grin, he thrusted again, his hips setting a slow, lazy pace and cooing at her when she whined. She was too close to over-stimulation, but he knew just how many times he could have her falling apart under him before she needed a break.

And once was definitely not enough.

"Firsts are important but lasts are forever."

Author's notes:

Hey everyone I hope you all are doing well. But here is the big question: WHAT IS STOPPING YOU ALL FROM VOTING?

Seriously I have been pouring my heart into writing this story but it’s not even getting 10 votes per chapter. IS THE STORY NOT INTERESTING?

Because of this I have decided I won’t be posting updates as frequently anymore. From now on I’ll be sharing updates just once a week probably on Sundays.

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