# Chapter 270:

# Chapter 270:
Michael's POV

As our lips nearly touched, I could feel Melinda's breath quickening. I gently pulled her closer, finally bringing our lips together. The kiss started tender and exploring, but quickly grew passionate.

"From the first time I saw you, " I whispered during a brief separation, my forehead resting against hers. "I knew you were meant to be mine."

Melinda's green eyes sparkled with desire and trust as she softly replied, "Me too. Though back then I thought it was just admiration for the basketball team captain, but now everything makes sense."

I felt her fingers lightly trace over the wound on my abdomen. "Are you sure you're well enough to...?" she asked shyly, her cheeks flushing.

"For you, I can do anything," I smiled, claiming her lips again.

I could sense Melinda's desire mingled with nervousness. As an Alpha, my instinct was to take control, but I wanted her to feel safe and cherished.

"We can take it slow," I said softly, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. "If you want to stop, just tell me."

I knelt before her, gently removing her sneakers and socks, then ran my hands slowly up from her ankles. Her skin felt like silk beneath my palms, and I could feel her tremble slightly at my touch.

The familiar scent of her lavender shampoo and faint antiseptic mixed with something more potent now, making my heart race. I felt my jeans grow tight with anticipation.

I slowly stood up, guiding Melinda to lie back on the bed, then lowered myself over her, careful not to put my full weight on her.

We kissed deeply again, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting the coffee she'd had earlier and something sweeter. Melinda's hands grew bolder, working on the buttons of my shirt.

"May I take off your clothes?" I whispered against her ear, feeling her nod against me.

I carefully removed her top, revealing her white cotton bra. It wasn't fancy, but it made my heart pound faster—this was everyday Melinda, the real her. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and I noticed a small mole just below her ribcage, a discovery that filled me with intimacy and affection.

My kisses moved from her lips to her jaw, then to her neck—the place where werewolves mark their mates. I gently bit the side of her neck, feeling her pulse beneath my lips, drawing a yearning moan from Melinda.

My hands moved to her back, unhooking her bra and slowly pulling it away. When her breasts were fully exposed to me, I couldn't help but hold my breath. Her nipples were light pink and already hardened with excitement.

"May I?" I asked softly, my hand hovering over her chest. Melinda bit her lower lip and nodded, her eyes gleaming with desire.

I lowered my head to kiss her breast, my tongue circling her areola before taking her nipple into my mouth. I could feel it harden further as I gently sucked, hearing Melinda gasp at the sensation. My hand caressed her other breast, feeling its soft weight in my palm. Melinda's fingers threaded through my hair, tugging lightly, the slight pain mixing with pleasure and heightening my arousal.

My erect cock strained against my jeans, already leaking with pre-cum, but I decided to take things slowly, ensuring Melinda was fully prepared and enjoying herself.

My hand slid to her waistband, unbuttoning her jeans. Melinda lifted her hips to help me remove them. I slowly pulled them down, revealing her cotton panties that matched her bra—simple yet utterly captivating to me. I noticed a dark patch of moisture in the center, and the sight of her wetness made my throat tighten and my cock throb painfully.

"You're wet," I said, my voice husky. "Is that for me?" My fingers traced the edge of her panties, then pressed against her clit through the fabric, feeling how completely soaked it was.

Melinda closed her eyes shyly but nodded. My fingers slipped beneath the edge of her underwear, directly contacting her folds. They were already slightly swollen with arousal, glistening with wetness. I gently parted them, sliding my middle finger into her channel, feeling the warm wetness and tightness envelop me. She immediately arched her back, releasing a sweet moan.

I carefully removed her panties, leaving her completely naked before me. My gaze traveled over her body, from her parted lips to her heaving breasts, to the almost invisible scar on her flat stomach—a mark from Professor Wilson's attack. These small imperfections made her more perfect to me, more real.

"Are you sure you want this?" I asked one final time, though we both knew the answer, I needed her explicit permission.

"Yes, Michael," Melinda said firmly, her eyes shining with determination and desire. "I want you. All of you."

I lowered my head, kissing the inside of her thigh, feeling her muscles tense with anticipation beneath my lips. Her skin was especially sensitive here, each kiss making her shiver. My tongue slid along her folds, tasting her—slightly salty, slightly sweet, completely her. When I found that sensitive little nub and gently licked it, Melinda gasped in surprise, her thighs involuntarily clamping around my head.

"Too much?" I looked up to ask, but she shook her head, her fingers threading through my hair, gently pulling me back down. I returned to my task, my tongue circling her clit while two fingers slowly entered her body. Her inner walls immediately clamped down on my fingers, warm and slick. When I curled my fingers to find that special spot, Melinda released a high-pitched moan I'd never heard from her before, her entire body arching upward.

When Melinda's breathing became more rapid, her thighs beginning to tremble, I knew she was approaching climax. I increased the pace of my tongue and fingers, wanting her to experience this pleasure first.

"Michael!" she called my name, her voice filled with an almost desperate yearning. I could feel her inner walls beginning to rhythmically contract around my fingers, gripping them tightly. Her hands clutched the bedsheets, her head thrown back, her neck forming a beautiful arch, and then her entire body tensed as she rode through her first wave of orgasm.

I stood up, quickly unbuckling my belt and jeans. Melinda half-sat up, watching me remove my clothes with a dazed expression. When my erect penis sprang free, her eyes widened slightly—I knew my size might be intimidating to most,which I took pride in.

Her gaze fell on the scar on my abdomen, her fingers gently tracing over it. The freshly healed wound was still pink, slightly painful to the touch, but that sensation only added to my excitement. "Does it still hurt?" she asked with concern.

"No," I answered honestly. "Right now, I only feel desire for you." I completely undressed, my erection fully hard, the tip already wet, ready to enter her body.

I returned to the bed, covering Melinda with my body but not immediately entering her. Instead, I kissed her again, letting our bodies fully connect. Her breasts pressed against my chest, soft and warm; my cock rested against her stomach, hard and hot.

"I love you, Melinda," I whispered in her ear, saying it directly for the first time. "From the moment I saw you, I knew you were my destined mate."

Melinda's eyes glistened with tears, but they were tears of happiness. "I love you too, Michael," she responded. "I want to be your mate, to belong to you completely."

I carefully positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her wet folds against my tip, the sensation nearly making me come right then. I took a deep breath, controlling myself, then slowly pushed forward. Even with the extensive foreplay and wetness, she was still very tight, and I could feel her entrance stretching to accommodate me, each inch requiring effort to overcome resistance.

Melinda's face showed a flash of discomfort, and I immediately stopped. "Does it hurt?" I asked with concern. She bit her lip and nodded, but then shook her head: "Continue, just... go slowly." I bent to kiss her, whispering reassurances as I continued to slowly enter her, until I was fully inside. The feeling was indescribable—her walls tightly gripping me, warm, wet, every tiny movement bringing exquisite pleasure.

I remained still, allowing Melinda to adjust to my size. When her breathing steadied and the pain in her eyes was replaced by desire, I began to move slowly. Each withdrawal and entry made us both sigh with satisfaction. Her legs wrapped around my waist, tightening with each of my thrusts.

I could feel her nails digging into my back, leaving burning marks on my skin. The slight pain only increased my pleasure, making my movements more powerful. Each time we collided, our pelvises made a soft slapping sound, mixing with the creaking of the bed and our panting moans to create the most beautiful symphony.

As pleasure built, I felt my instincts beginning to take over.

"Melinda," I said, my voice hoarse, each word feeling like it was being squeezed from deep within my chest, "I want to mark you. Will you be my mate forever?"

"Yes," she answered without hesitation, tilting her head to expose her neck, where the skin was delicate and vulnerable. "Mark me, Michael. Make me completely yours."

My movements became more intense, each thrust precisely hitting her sensitive spot, making her moan and tremble continuously. I could feel my cock growing even harder inside her, the glans beginning to swell—this sensation was both foreign and familiar, my wolf nature preparing to mark my mate.

At the final moment, I bent down to bite her neck, my fangs piercing her skin. I could taste the iron of her blood. Simultaneously, I came deep inside her, my semen surging forth in waves, filling her. In that moment, I felt a connection beyond the physical forming between us, as if our souls had been tied together by an invisible thread forever.

When I released my teeth, I saw the mark forming on Melinda's neck—a crescent-shaped imprint, the skin around it slightly reddened but already beginning to heal. I could feel our bond instantly deepening, like a door suddenly opening, allowing me to sense her emotions and feelings.

I gently licked the blood from the mark, my saliva having healing properties.

"How does it feel?" I asked softly, stroking her sweat-dampened hair, strands of which clung to her forehead and cheeks.

"Strange," Melinda answered honestly, then smiled and added, "but good. I can feel you... not just physically, but here." She pointed to her head and heart. "Like suddenly having another person's feelings and thoughts, but not getting confused. It's like... finding the missing piece of myself."

I could feel this connection too—now I could sense her emotions, even parts of her thoughts. I could feel her satisfaction, her happiness, and a hint of worry about the future. This intimate closeness was something I had never experienced before, making me feel completely content and happy.

As my knot gradually subsided, about fifteen minutes later, I carefully withdrew from her body but continued to hold her tightly in my arms. Our bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

I gently kissed her forehead, feeling a peace and satisfaction I had never known before. After all the dangers and challenges we had faced, from Professor Wilson's control to the Blood Moon Clan's threats, from Marcus's protection to our struggle against Selena, we had finally found each other and would never be apart again.

Staring at Melinda's eyes, I whispered my promise: "I will always protect you, love you, and respect you. You are my moon, my stars, my reason for being. Whether at Pine Ridge University or in the werewolf kingdom, we will always be together."

The End of the Story

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