Chapter 6

SCARLETT

Christopher’s grip was unyielding, pressing me against him so tightly that I found myself gasping for breath. I had anticipated intensity, but this was something else entirely. It felt as though he was seeking salvation in me.

His touch was all-consuming, yet it still didn’t seem enough.

My fingers traced the contours of his back through his shirt, but it wasn’t enough. I craved more. His kisses trailed down my neck, his hands exploring every inch of me, but even that wasn’t enough.

I reached for the buttons on his shirt, but Christopher pulled away, his lips swollen from our kisses and his breath coming in ragged gasps. It was as if he was trying to make sense of what was happening, but I knew there was no logic to it. This was pure, raw emotion and instinct.

My hand slid down his side until I found the door handle, turning the key to lock us both inside. Christopher closed his eyes and let out a sigh before leaning in to kiss me again, this time with even more fervor. He pushed me back onto the stretcher behind me, my fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt as he helped me pull it over his head.

His lips found my jaw, tilting my face up to make room for him on my neck. His fingers found the hem of my scrub T-shirt, and I raised my arms to let him pull it off.

I saw his eyes shift, reflecting his inner wolf as he took in the sight of me. I quickly shed my scrub pants, and I could see the excitement in his eyes, his breath quickening. I watched him swallow hard, struggling to maintain control as he wrestled with his inner wolf over who would take the reins.

I could feel her too, close and eager, and I wasn’t sure which one of us pulled him closer.

“Shhh, let him cum,” I whispered in his ear, stirring something deep within him.

A growl rumbled in his chest and his canines descended. He pulled me in for another kiss, his teeth nicking my lower lip. The sharp sting of pain was quickly swallowed by pleasure, drawing a moan from me.

Christopher laid me down on the stretcher, his kisses trailing down my body. His canines grazed my skin, sending jolts of electricity through me. I felt hyper-aware of him, and I reveled in it.

Amid the intensity, his hands were gently unclasping my bra, his soft touch contrasting with the wet heat of his lips and the sharpness of his canines. Every movement was a surprise, my body unsure of where to focus. Each moment was filled with anticipation and pleasure, culminating when his lips closed around a nipple, drawing a loud moan from me.

I was so aroused that the fabric of my panties was irritating.

Christopher’s hands didn’t stop moving, and as if he could read my mind, he slid my panties down my legs. As I reveled in the freedom, Christopher made sure to kiss every inch of exposed skin.

He moved lower, stopping just short of my sex. He looked up at me, and I swallowed hard. To tease me, he let out a hot breath, making me shiver, before his tongue found my clit, drawing a howl from me.

And then I felt her, close, eager to emerge. It was as if our wolves were going mad from being kept apart. It felt like too much and not enough all at once.

But Christopher was patient, even amid the intensity. He lavished attention on my clit, as if he had all the time in the world to bring me pleasure, to make me scream and lose myself.

And he was a master at it.

I closed my eyes to better feel everything, and then he slipped two fingers inside me. The wave of pleasure was too much, and I came with a loud moan, unable to control the sounds escaping my throat. When I opened my eyes, I saw him licking his lips, making me want him even more.

I pulled Christopher toward me, pushing him onto the stretcher before my hands found the zipper of his pants. He helped me undress him, and I wrapped my hands around his cock, drawing a groan from him.

That sound sparked something in me, almost making me lose control too. I felt her eyes on mine, and I took a deep breath to keep my canines from descending. We had never been so close to letting our wolves take over, but it felt right.

I took him into my mouth, and Christopher let out a howl. I quickened my pace with each of his moans, his hands finding my hair and guiding my movements. Our sex was always a power play, and I loved surrendering control to him.

Until Christopher couldn’t take it anymore and pulled me up to him. Our lips met in a kiss that tasted of both of us, the most intoxicating flavor I had ever known. With him still seated on the stretcher, I straddled him, sinking down onto his cock.

The sensation of him filling me made me lose all sense of reality. Our bodies were pressed together, every inch of skin touching, every sensation amplified. We were one.

I set the pace, his hips meeting mine in a rhythm that felt like a dance. His eyes were locked on mine, and the waves of pleasure made everything seem otherworldly. He pushed my hair to the side, baring my neck to him.

This wasn’t just sex. It was more than that. It was a meeting of souls, a divine connection. I felt his wolf recede and his canines descend, and I acted on instinct, offering my neck to him.

In that moment, I was his completely—body, soul, mind, and spirit.

Baring your neck was the ultimate sign of submission, and I had never been one to submit. But with him, I wanted it—I needed it. It was always Christopher.

And seeing my bared neck, the ultimate sign of submission, any wolf would bite—claim me as his. Being an alpha, this urge would be even stronger, even more undeniable.

Christopher, being the unpredictable man he is, caught me off guard. Instead of just marking me, he tilted his neck, showing his vulnerability. The alpha—the man in control—was vulnerable with me.

My canines descended, a tear trickling down my cheek as I was overwhelmed with emotion. Even in his exposed state, he studied me, wiping away my tear with a gentle thumb and gracing me with a smile.

His lips found my neck, trailing down to the junction between my neck and shoulder—the marking spot. He kissed it tenderly, his warm breath making me press into him, and then, finally, Christopher bit into my skin.

The initial split second was filled with pain—the sharp sting of skin tearing under his canines. But it was fleeting, quickly morphing into pleasure—intense, all-consuming pleasure. It felt like we were enveloped in an aura of pure love, and I lost myself again.

His exposed neck triggered my instincts, and I bit him back. The pleasure I felt was amplified tenfold.

I could feel our bodies, minds, and spirits intertwining. I had always said we were one, but this was something else entirely.

I had heard tales of the marking experience—how it solidified your choice of mate, how it established a mental connection, and how it deepened the bond between two individuals. But no description could ever do it justice.

We reveled in the pleasure of marking each other, but ‘enjoy’ doesn’t quite capture it. It’s more than that. The mark is etched into our skin, but it’s also deeply ingrained in our souls.

I tenderly kissed the fresh mark on the alpha’s skin, feeling him do the same before he slowly pulled away. His smile was so wide it made his eyes squint. I couldn’t see my own face, but I imagined I was mirroring his expression.

I lost track of how many times we made love after that. The two days we spent apart felt like years, and nothing seemed to satiate our hunger for each other.