I stepped out from my closet in PJs. Diana left shortly after she was fully assured that I was okay. She was acting more worried and concerned, and for some strange reason, I felt like she was not telling me the whole truth.
She had done it before when she didn’t tell me about Reed’s past. Reed was already waiting for me in my bed, wearing August’s spare clothes. Although they were tight for him, he looked so cute in his clothes.
For a moment, I felt self-conscious under his fervent gaze. He studied me from head to toe, and my stomach dipped in anticipation. His eyes darkened as I made my way to the bed. Although he was sitting calmly, there was a storm brewing inside him. His racing heart was proof that I was responsible for having this kind of effect on him.
He was sitting in the bed patiently for me to join him. I bit my lip and walked along the edge of the bed. His eyes never left mine, and just when I reached my side of the bed, he pulled my hand so fast that my face fell on his side.
I squealed, and before I could register, I was sitting on his lap securely in his arms. He inhaled deeply from my hair, and his hot breath tickled my neck.
I tried to escape myself from his iron arms, but they were tightly holding me. He saw my struggle, and I could feel his smirk on my neck.
“Don’t you want to finish what we started in the car?” he whispered in my ear before lightly biting it. I moaned, and immediately my movement stopped, and his smile broadened. My heart beat erratically, and the surroundings turned fifty shades darker.
He kissed my neck once again before sucking and nibbling on the other side, continuing his sweet torture on my body. His hands traveled all the way from my fingers to my stomach and finally settled on my chest. He trailed his fingers on my cleavage, and my nipples hardened at his touch.
My wolf was already on edge, clawing my insides, begging me to release her. I moaned again as his hand finally settled on the spot where I bore his mark.
Did he know that I bore his mark? He stopped as if sensing my train of thought. He lifted me and turned around so that I was now face-to-face with him but still on his lap. He was so powerful that sometimes it made me wonder how he was in his wolf form. I shook my head; I had already seen the vision.
“What happened, Esma?” He addressed me by my full name, and my stomach dipped at his rough and guttural voice.
“Nothing,” I said shyly and tucked a loose hair behind my ear. He searched my eyes as if trying to read something before sighing. “You know, you are a terrible liar,” he said, but there was a ghost of a smile on his face.
“I… umm…. Did you know something about this?” I asked, lifting my tee, showing the beautiful mark on my collarbone. The crescent moon looked beautiful under the moonlight. He examined it for a full length minute before finally lifting his head to meet my eyes.
“When did you notice it?” he asked in pure curiosity.
“This morning,” I said and flushed more. He lifted my head with his finger so that we could look into each other eyes. “It’s beautiful. Breathtakingly beautiful.” His voice was like the chiming of the wind, and I blushed. I didn’t know if he was talking about the mark or something else.
He leaned slowly, never breaking eye contact with me, and slowly and gently planted a kiss on the mark. I moaned loudly, and he started kissing and nibbling the single spot with so much compassion I had never before seen in someone.
I was thrashing and turning, but his strong hold made me steady. He slowly moved forward from my neck to my jaw before finally stopping at my lips. He kissed me again, but it was nothing rough or needy this time; it was gentle and soft like feathers.
He deepened the kiss, and I found myself returning it with equal desire. He groaned, and soon, I broke the kiss because even I needed to breathe. It didn’t affect him as he continued his torment.
In the next moment, I tilted my head to one side, and before I knew it, his lips were on mine again. He wrapped my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss again. My mind seemed to have gone numb. My hands seemed to lose contact with his neck, and slowly, I started unbuttoning his shirt.
He took my lead and unbuttoned his shirt before his hands roamed around my top. The next moment, I found myself reciprocating his previous actions, kissing, sucking, nipping his neck. He moaned and something stirred inside me. I wanted to hear that sexy moan again.
I kissed and licked the previous spot, and this time, he moaned and groaned loudly. He tilted his neck, giving better excess to me, and with the new profound courage, I took the lead.
My mind buzzed with so many sparks and emotions, it got numbed, and my wolf took control over me. My canines elongated and brushed his neck. He moaned sexily before I pulled myself back from him.
He looked disappointed or as if frustrated with my sudden action but tried not to show it on the surface. I smiled sheepishly.
“I want to mark you,” I growled, surprising him and myself. His eyes widened but soon recovered and pulled me back. He pulled my tee up to reveals his mark and kissed it again. The cold air kissed my pale skin before he tilted his neck again.
“Mark me. Mark me at the same spot you bear my mark.” My eyes darkened at his words, and my wolf took charge of my body. My canines elongated at his words.
“Mine,” I growled, and I sank my sharp canines in his bare skin where his neck met his collar bone. He groaned as I dug deeper into his skin, feeling the bond that I shared with him getting more powerful. My wolf roared as I felt connected to him even more.
I tasted blood. His blood but this time, I didn’t find it disgusting. I felt myself tasting it, liking it as if I was tasting honey for the first time.
As I retracted myself, I found him almost passed out. His eyes were half opened as he gazed into mine. He had a smile on his face before unconsciousness claimed him.
Mine. Completely mine. I laid beside him and continued examining his beautiful features. He looked more peaceful and younger when he slept.
We had accomplished so much in such few days, and for the first time in so long, I felt I was important to someone. Someone who could love me. Even if I knew I would die, I didn’t regret it. He was my light. I traced my fingertips along his jawline. “I…”
“I love you.”