Bailey POV
Waking up to my mate was surreal. My arms clasped her tightly, my nose sniffing her scent. Her eyes were wide as she looked over at me and I sniffed again, her scent almost different but I was unable to discern why. Was it because of that bastard Jaxon and his marking of her? Was that messing with her smell? I gave a low growl, burying my head into her neck as she sighed beneath me, content to let me lie next to her and making no move to get away from me.
"It feels like I'm in a dream right now" she whispers.
"If this is a dream then I'm right there with you" I tell her, kissing the nape of her neck and trying to ignore the line across my make.
But it's staring me right through the face, along with the mark of Jaxon on there. Riley's hand reaches up slowly to trace them both.
"I hate that his mark is on me. I want it gone" she says fiercely.
"If you want it gone, then I have to mark you again" I told her "my Lyncan blood will immediately overpower his mark and my mark will return back to normal" I sounded more certain than I was.
"Really?" Riley breathed, looking at me trustingly.
"Yes. You never wanted his mark in the first place, you shouldn't be forced to bear it. Let me mark you again" I coaxed, staring hungrily at her neck.
It felt wrong for that line to be crossed through the mark. I wanted to fix it. I wanted my mark to be fully visible again and my claim on her. His mark would need to go. I wanted no reminders of him on Riley and I knew Riley wanted that too.
"Do it Bailey please" she begged, wrapping her arms around my neck and wriggling beneath me slightly as I chuckled.
"What if it hurts?" I murmured, nibbling on her earlobe and causing her to inhale sharply "I don't want to hurt you."
"It's worth it" she tells me fiercely, causing me to look at her "trust me. I would rather endure the pain than have this bastard's claim on me. Please" she urges, her eyes wide and unblinking as they rest on my face, "I want you to."
I can't deny her. I don't want to deny her. A low growl erupts from my lips. I sniff her neck, my mouth watering. My lycan is feeling possessive, wants to bite down hard and take what's his, but I hold him back, my canines slowly descending from my mouth. I rest my eyes on my mark, on the bite marks where I intend to bite down again. Through it all, Riley remains calm, waiting for the inevitable, her hands tightening around me, encouraging me. She looks sexier than ever. I close my eyes, forcing myself to remain composed and ignoring my Lycan's demands, and then ever so gently, tenderly, bite down into her neck back in the same location as before.
She tastes like heaven. Sweet and like honey. I bite down harder and hear her give a small cry of pain, before I reluctantly pull back, licking the blood away and sealing the wound. My eyes watch intently. As I had suspected, the line disappears from my mark and my mark is darker than ever, while Jaxon's fades from her neck completely. I am more than satisfied. Riley traces my mark, a dazed expression on her face.
"Jaxon's mark is gone, like it should be" I tell her smugly.
She smiles. It's like the room has lit up. My hand strokes her hair but Riley suddenly moves position and kneels over me.
"Your mark has a line too" she tells me fiercely "let's fix that."
I watch feeling delighted as she bites down onto my shoulder and then licks the wound, her eyes darkening ever so slightly. She smiles, flopping back onto the bed. "Much better" she purrs.
I trace the mark, feeling the line disappear. "Much" I sigh "my mark has been put back to its orignal state."
She smiles drowsily. "I dont want to ever get up" she laughs and I grin, my hand going to her hip, slowly inching up her nightgown as she sucks in a breath.
"Who said we have to get up" I breathe in her ear, sliding the nightgown up and over her, throwing it to the ground, my eyes feasting on her luscious body as I hook my fingers under her panties and use my claws to shred them, leaving her body naked and exposed to me.
I stand up and remove my clothes, coming back to her as she puts her hands on my arms. It's been so long since I've been intimate with her, that I'm struggling to control my desire. When she wraps her legs around my waist, I almost lose control right then and there, forcing myself to slowly push inside of her, feeling her wet juices as I thrust inside. She's already dripping wet and waiting for me. She arches her back, humming under her breath, forcing me in deeper, her hands clutching at my back, her nails lightly clawing me, making me groan in pleasure.
"You're tight" I pant, forcing the rest of me inside her as her eyes widen and she clutches me harder.
"Oh god Bailey" she whimpers as I clench my jaw and force myself to remain still so that she can have time to adjust to the feeling of me inside her.
"Move" she begs and I oblige, sliding out and then sliding back into her slick, wet, pussy, her walls tightly clenching down with every thrust inside of her.
It's heaven and a mixture of hell combined. I move, slowly, watching as her lips part and her head moves back, her body beginning to rock back and forth in tandem with me. She felt so good. I kept myself raised above her, adjusting the angle and watched as she tensed, a grin appearing on my face as I paced it a little faster.
"Oh, oh, god" she gasped, her back arching, her toes curling.
I reached down and lightly fingered her clit, causing her to scream as she shattered, her orgasm tearing through her. I was ruthless, pounding away inside of her, prolonging the orgasm as she shrieked and whimpered, feeling the tightness of her pussy and clenching my jaw in determination.
I began to pound into her, her nails clawing at me, digging into me, gouging me, only adding to the pleasure I was feeling. Her breasts bounced beneath me, one of my hands reaching down to touch and massage one, causing a strangled sound to come from her throat. She was so damn responsive, like every man's wet dream. My eyes never left her face. Even as she writhed beneath me, even as she pleaded, begged and mewled for me, I refused to look away, wanting to etch every detail into my mind and memory.
"I can't take much more" she sobbed "please Bailey."
She came again, her body instinctively grinding against me as she orgasmed. I could feel her pussy convulsing aroud my cock and it sent me over the edge. It was too good to be able to hold back. I stiffened, thrusting into her hard one last time and then came, panting heavily. She flopped onto the bed and I carefully slid out of her, and rolled over to my side, wrapping my arm around her and cuddling her against me.
"Oh my god" she breathed, turning to look at me "that was..."
"Amazing, beautiful, sexy, heaven" I supplied as she laughed "all of the above?" I suggested wickedly as she swatted at me.
"I guess so" she laughed "but should we be lazing about in bed right now instead of checking on our guests?" she added.
I opened my mouth to answer when there was a knock on the door that had us both scrambling to put the bedcovers over ourselves, Riley blushing profusely. It was adorable how cute she looked when her face went flushed.
"Um, who is it?" Riley called out in a shaky voice.
It was still quite early in the morning. I glanced out the window and raised a brow. Thomas and the other boys would have mind-linked me if it was something important so I suspected it was not one of them. Particularly since it was none of their scents on the other side of the door. Although the scent was familiar and I gave a grin, recognizing who it belonged to, resignedly getting out of bed and putting on some sweatpants as Riley watched me with hungry eyes.
"Oh good you're awake" A voice squealed, causing me to wince slightly and Riley's eyes to widen "I wanted to come and see you" it continued enthusiastically as I fought back my laughter "but Marigold told me you probably weren't awake yet. Can I come in Riley?" Tiana's voice continued from the door, relentlessly and I chuckled, Riley hastily scrambling from the bed to put her nightgown on before the little girl could barge into the room.
I kissed Riley on the cheek and sauntered towards the bathroom as she began to open the bedroom door. "Good morning Tiana" she stammered "you're up early."
"Hmmm" the little girl murmured "why are your panties on the floor?" she pointed.
I shut the door and laughed as Riley struggled for words.