The Alpha’s Mark 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Quinn

Jaxon flicked on the gas chandeliers as we stepped into the library. The room was chilly, making me shiver. Noticing this, Jaxon quickly grabbed a few logs from the pile near the fireplace and tossed them into the hearth. The room warmed up in no time.

He guided me to the couch, but it was too small for what we had in mind. So, Jaxon gently lifted me by the hips and placed me on a sturdy reading table. A few books tumbled to the floor in the process.

Jaxon moved between my thighs, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. We kissed each other with a passion that felt like we hadn’t seen each other in years.

I kissed his neck while he pressed himself against me, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him in my hands. So, I slid my hands down his pants and grabbed his hardness. He moaned in pleasure.

I wasn’t sure what to do next, but I started moving my hands up and down his length. He moaned again, so I figured I was doing something right.

While I was doing this, I felt his hands slide under my dress and up my legs until he reached my panties. I gasped in surprise when he ripped them off and tossed them aside. I quickly undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erection.

Now, there was nothing between us.

I moaned as he began to rub his length between my folds. My thighs tightened around him as he continued to stimulate me.

I undid the buttons of his shirt and kissed his collarbone, trailing down his chest. I couldn’t get enough of his muscular body.

Without thinking, my mouth shifted slightly, and my teeth elongated.

I bit into his firm chest with my canines, but not hard enough to break the skin.

He gasped in pain, but told me to continue, so I kept making small nips.

My desire for him was overwhelming. I wanted more than just foreplay. I could see in his eyes that he felt the same.

So, I whispered in his ear, “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

I nodded in response.

He adjusted my hips on the table. I took short, shallow breaths in anticipation.

Then, I felt him enter me. I cried out, filling the room with my voice. It hurt as he pushed deeper, but it also felt incredible.

He paused for a moment to let me catch my breath, but I urged him to continue. He slid further in, slowly and gently, until he was completely inside me. My body trembled with the blissful sensation.

He stayed still.

We looked into each other’s eyes as I adjusted to the feeling of him inside me. We held each other close. I didn’t want to let go.

Then, I felt him reach for something behind me while his other arm wrapped tighter around my lower back. I tried to see what he was reaching for, but he wouldn’t let me.

I heard the sound of pages flipping and realized he was opening a book.

He leaned in and began to whisper the words to me.

~This is the female form,~

~A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot,~

~It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction,~

I recognized it. ~Leaves of Grass!~

~I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it,~

~Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth, and what was expected of heaven or fear’d of hell, are now consumed,~

He gently pulled out and then pushed back in, making me gasp and moan louder as he continued the rhythm. The pain was gone.

~Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable,~

The table started to rock as his thrusts became harder and faster.

~Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all diffused, mine too diffused,~

~Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching,~

The heat from the fireplace and our bodies rubbing against each other made us sweat.

I kissed him all over.

His panting made it difficult for him to read.

~Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love, white-blow and delirious juice,~

~Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn,~

~Undulating into the willing and yielding day,~

~Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh’d day.~

An electric sensation started to build in my core as his thrusts became harder and faster. I struggled to keep it from overwhelming me.

~This the nucleus—after the child is born of woman, man is born of woman,~

~This the bath of birth, this the merge of small and large, and the outlet again.~

My thighs tightened as the sensation grew. I couldn’t hold back much longer.

~Be not ashamed women, your privilege encloses the rest, and is the exit of the rest,~

He dropped the book and looked directly into my eyes.

~You are the gates of the body, and you are the gates of the soul.~

I lost control.

My back arched and I cried out in ecstasy as the energy from my climax exploded in all directions.

And it didn’t stop. It just kept going.

I cried out into the night.

Then, I felt it: two sharp punctures on my neck.

I gasped.

~Jax marked me!~

The pain was intense, but the pleasure that followed was extraordinary. Another wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me, even stronger than before.

I screamed until I had no voice left.

Feeling his elongated teeth locked into my flesh, I instinctively shifted mine even more. I wrapped my mouth around his neck and bit into his skin.

He cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure as I marked him too. I felt him release inside me. Our teeth were locked into each other, sinking in even deeper.

The feeling was sublime.

I could feel a trickle of blood running down my chest.

After a few more hard thrusts, he stopped, and we released our fangs from each other. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth as we kissed for what felt like forever.

When we finally pulled away, we simply stared at each other, lost in love.

Jaxon. My Jaxon. My mate.

But then, something moved behind him. I gasped. When Jaxon turned to see what it was, we both fell to the ground.

A man and a woman stood before us. Both blondes. Both strong, powerful, and beautiful.

I recognized the man. He was the one who saved me in the forest.

They smiled at us.

“Please,” the man said, “don’t stop on our account.”

***

Jaxon and I were halfway dressed.

We were surprised by the sudden appearance of the strangers, but we didn’t feel threatened.

“Tell me who you are before I rip your fucking throats out!” Jaxon shouted.

“Well, aren’t you quick to violence?” the woman said, her tone light. “And such language! My name is Isabelle, and this is my twin brother Theodore.”

~Theodore and Isabelle…~

Recognition dawned on me.

“The first werewolves!”

“Very good,” the man—Theodore—said, sounding genuinely impressed.

Jaxon looked at me, confused.

“I read about them. Theodore was the one who saved me during the first attack.”

Then I remembered the Moon Goddess’s cryptic message to ‘trust the twins’. She must have meant Theodore and Isabelle.

“What are you doing here?” Jaxon asked, suspicion lacing his voice.

“We came here to warn you,” Isabelle replied.

“Warn us?”

“About the danger from the Vulpes.”

“The pack of rogues?” I asked.

“We’re well aware of their threat, thank you,” Jaxon said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“There’s more to them than you realize,” Isabelle replied. “The Vulpes have been around for centuries, led by a man named Matheius, whose sole purpose is to destroy the Moon Goddess.”

“Matheius…one of the second generations of werewolves,” I said.

Jaxon looked at me, his face a picture of bewilderment. He really did make a dopey face when he was confused.

“Correct again,” Theodore said. “After Matheius’s mate died, he swore vengeance upon the Goddess for taking her away. Isabelle and I have been protecting her ever since. The addition of rogues has been a more recent development.”

“He uses his power over them in order to kill our descendants,” Isabelle added, referring to herself and Theodore, “but our lineage isn’t the only one they’re after. They’re after the bloodline of the Moon Goddess herself…which is why they’re after you.”

My eyes widened.

~Did I just hear them correctly?~

~I’m part deity?~

~This is unreal.~

My heart felt like it was about to burst. How could this be possible?

“Are you seriously implying Quinn is related to the Moon Goddess?” Jaxon asked.

“Yes, a direct descendant,” Theodore replied. “The end of the lineage.”

My mind was a whirlwind. I felt weak and sat on the couch.

“I’m sorry we had to tell you like this, but recent events have forced our hand,” Isabelle said. “You needed to know.”

Matheius.

The Vulpes.

My lineage…

My head was spinning. I felt like I was going to be sick. I was in far more danger than I realized.

Jaxon sat next to me, rubbing my bare arms for comfort.

“I know this is a lot to deal with all at once,” Isabelle said, her voice soothing, “but there’s one more thing I should tell you…”

“No!” I shouted. “I can’t deal with any more mind-fucks! Please, just keep it to yourself!”

“You’ll want to hear this,” she continued. “It’s about your Aunt.”

A chill ran down my spine. My heart pounded in my chest.

After all these years, had I finally met someone who knew what had happened to her? Was I finally going to get some answers?

“What about her?” I asked, my voice shaky with anticipation.

“She’s still alive.”