Chapter 115: Marked Prt 2

“Look at you.” He grins at me, prodding me very lightly in the cheek where I can feel a buildup of heat and assume I’m rosy. I must look like I fell asleep and was woken suddenly, as my eyes are heavy and almost unfocused. I guess I look like you’re supposed to after a mind-blowing orgasm, and he seems pretty proud of himself. The aftereffects are as good as during, and my body is weightless and relaxed, like a thousand years of stress and tension were lifted off in one amazing explosion. I could fly if I weren’t wedged under him, and he looks equally relaxed and happy with himself.

“You feel up to it being my turn? All you have to do is complete the union, but you need to be on top.” He points out, a hint of tiredness in his voice. I reach up and stroke my fingers across his jawline, loving the feel of subtle stubble as it grazes my delicate skin. I couldn’t love this face anymore if I tried right now. He just blew my mind.

I blink at him, then down between us as I think about it, and as good as what I just experienced was, I honestly don’t think I can do round two just yet. My body has gone on vacation, and my legs are like Jell-O. I’m not even sure I have the full use of them anymore. My lady parts are throbbing now the pleasure has stopped, and it hurts down there like something got snapped or grazed inside. Slightly burning. I feel tender and maybe not quite ready to put his manhood back in there, for tonight anyway.

“We might have to do some recovery time.” I point out. The horror of a rematch must be evident on my face, but he only shakes his head at me, a smile breaking across that cute-boy expression, and my favorite dimples shine down at me.

“Trust me, as much as I hate to admit that our first time lasted under six minutes, which is pretty embarrassing, I already came. Due to lack of action, way too much build-up, and the excitement at finally being able to touch you. We don’t need to go for round two yet. I climaxed, and it’s very sensitive down there, so we both need some downtime before I make up for this sad attempt and give you a decent second go at it. You just need to get up and mark me to finish this…. You’re mine forever, and ever, and ever, and ever …” Colton buries his face in my neck and starts nibbling me playfully, torturing me with his entire body weight on top of me and pulling a fit of giggles out of me until I fight him off and bat him away.

Sore all over from his nips and grazing kisses and from that five o’clock shadow scratching me and blushing my skin. The fatigue I see in him is drifting my way.

“How am I supposed to get up if you don’t get off of me?” I retort, too busy trying to calm the laughing fit he caused me and speaking and breathing simultaneously. Colton rolls off me to let me go, sighs heavily in a sound that is very much satisfaction, and splays out on the bed with his head tilted up at me.

“You just had to ask, Princesa.” He lies back, kicking out the sheets from under him as he does so, and pushes them down the bed. I sit up and yank my side back to aid him in his endeavors and get under them so he can pull them over him, and then I slide up onto him. I carefully crawl up, no shyness about being this way, and straddle his hips, so I don’t sit on his now soft, flaccid manhood. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me squashing it when it’s sensitive.

I cringe as my body connects with his, nestling down, tender underneath even though our union was brief, and I catch the look of guilt sweeping over his face before he smooths it out to conceal it. His hand comes up to trace where he marked me, and, finding the courage to look for the first time, I pay real attention to where it is. I'm shocked that there is no pain or throbbing, and I hadn’t acknowledged it because it’s already healed. There is no blood, no gash, but a perfect bite mark of dark scars that is smooth to the touch, almost like a tattoo in subtle hues. I stroke over it, eyes widening in wonder, and throw him a quizzical glance. I didn’t turn, so I don’t understand how it’s healed.

“Marking isn’t the same as inflicting a wound. It heals almost as you’re doing it; it makes it permanent somehow so that when we turn, it never goes away—it’s magical. I guess having sex while doing it makes a difference.” Colton smiles at me, answering the unspoken question, and I nestle over him properly. Taking my time to find a less ‘ouchy’ position before relaxing slowly and tracing my fingers across his chest, trying to pick my spot to put my mark.

“Maybe I won’t bother … think I might have changed my mind.” With a serious look on my face, I joke and sit back to put my hands on my hips instead. I'm feeling playful now I’m in control and calling the shots up here. Colton rolls his eyes and presses his pointer finger on my nose, like I’m a juvenile, before nestling both his hands around my hips.

“You won’t be wanting sex from me again then, huh? I’m not that kind of guy anymore; no mark equals no mating. Even when the haze comes.” He shrugs playfully, and I shake my head at him and make a ‘hmm’ noise as though I’m considering it. I like the teasing, it’s cute, and I like Colton’s playful, cheeky face even more now that I have no more doubts about us.

To be honest, the first time was maybe quick, and I’m suffering a little from it, but I definitely want to do that again and explore how much better it can be. I always heard the first time is nothing compared to when you master it and do it a few times, which means I am in for a lifetime of amazing sex because Colton has skills. I don’t want to miss out on that, and besides, I can’t have this sexpot unmarked when the haze moves in. Femmes might kidnap him from me and hold him hostage until they get their fill. I need to mark my man.

“Such threats should be punished, Mr. Santo. I might just go to sleep.” I smile as wickedly as I can at him and cast him a raised eyebrow smirk. Warm and cozy in the security that this is real, and he’s mine.

“Go ahead. I’m kinda beat. I could use the sleep.” He folds his arms behind his head casually, as though he doesn’t care, and closes his eyes. It riles me enough to slap him on his pecs with impulsive anger. Sudden fury that he might not be joking causes an internal minor temper tantrum.

“Hey!” It’s absolute outrage, but that chuckle he expels is an instant dampening tool. Colton opens his eyes and grins at me, chasing away any doubt that he was not playing, and he strokes his thumbs over my thighs. Cooling my fire and bringing me back to heel with a taming touch.

“Stop messing and make me your bitch already. You know I love you, and this … it’s holding up everything else. Mark me, woman, before I smother you against me and make you do it.” There’s a tone of seriousness in that, even if it is in good humor, and I know I’m only delaying because I’m nervous about this final step. It’s been a lot, and I’m finally going to do it. Not just mark him but unbind something I’ve been trying to master for weeks, and that’s terrifying to me.

When I bite him and taste his blood, it will finalize everything. I’ll not only get the last memories we have of being apart of a fresh imprinting but a chance to harness the powers I possess entirely. I’ll be Luna, just like that, from one bite, whether I’m ready or not. Whether I’m going to be a good Luna or not. It’s a big step, and I am not prepared for any of it, but I need to take a leap of faith.

Fear won’t make this easier. It will only make me work myself up into complete anxiety and make him think I have changed my mind. I lean down, inhale slowly to calm the inner trepidation, close my eyes, elongate my wolf teeth and sink into his chest, in a similar area to where he marked me.