79- The Mark of Desire
POV Edric Eldoria:
I felt my beast seize control once more. One second she was in front of me, and in the next, I had her pinned against the trunk of a tree, my hands holding her still.
“I can’t take too much of your blood— you’ve already lost enough tonight.”
“Just take this damn mark off me! It’s burning. It feels wrong— unnatural.”
I nodded slowly. I gripped her chin, turning her face to the side and exposing the throbbing vein in her neck. I pressed a kiss to the curve of her jaw and licked the skin, cleaning away the dried blood that stained it.
I inhaled deeply, catching the scent of that damned male. Every drop of blood in my body boiled. If he weren’t already dead, I would’ve killed him again in that moment.
A low growl rumbled through me— the roar of possession, of primal rage at having what was mine, what belonged to me, marked by another. Of all insults a mated male could endure, this was the greatest.
I opened my mouth and sank my teeth into her neck, over the old bite, marking her again as mine. Lunara moaned— not in pain or discomfort, but in pure pleasure.
I swallowed her blood, sweet as honey, and released a satisfied sigh.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The word thundered in my mind again and again, like a mantra.
The rage dissolved, replaced by desire. I needed to mark her, yes— but above all else, I had a deeper, more primal need to fuck her. She was my female. My omega. Entirely mine.
I didn't take much blood, pulling my mouth away from her neck. The fresh mark glistened, the skin around it red and swollen. And she finally smelled of me, every pore, every inch of her body.
I moved my face back to look at her. The terror, the pain, and the hatred had faded, but they were replaced by something much rawer, more carnal. Her pupils were dilated and the gleam in her eyes was one of pure lust.
"Please, I need..." she begged, rubbing her thighs together. "I need you, I need to feel all of you."
I inhaled, smelling her excitement. A wolfish smile spread across my face.
"I'm going to fuck you, just like you're asking for, little she-wolf," I panted, rubbing my thumb over her full lips. "But you also need to mark me. I want my scent to be on you, entirely, just like when we mate. And it's not just my wolf that feels this need; I feel it too."
She blinked, clearing the haze of lust.
"Why?"
"Because you are mine," I stated. "And I want any male within miles to know it."
"If I mark you, will you fuck me?" My smile widened.
"With the greatest pleasure," I confirmed.
It wasn't just my animal that wanted this; I did too. It was a primal, urgent feeling. I had killed a male from the Valmorin pack because he touched her, because she had torn my mark from her neck and my scent on her was weakened, even if it was still present. I wanted and needed anyone who came near to know who she belonged to.
She extended her fangs, her eyes pulsing with emerald-green. A feral smile appeared on her face. She grabbed the back of my neck, closing her fingers around my locks, rose onto her toes, and brought her mouth to my neck. Her warm breath touched my skin before I felt her teeth breaking it. The pain was minimal, soon replaced by the purest pleasure. She sucked my blood, swallowing it in long gulps.
I pressed her firmly against the tree trunk, splaying one hand on the rough surface and keeping the other on her waist. The pleasure was absolute. The scent of her excitement spread and my cock pulsed hard against my pants.
I let her mark me, let her take my blood. My pupils dilated and heat ran through my veins like liquid fire.
I lasted only a few seconds before removing the hand from her waist, burying it between her legs, and tearing the damn thin silk shorts from her slender body.
She released my neck, turning to face me. My blood glistened on her lips and dripped from her chin.
"Perfect," I murmured, grabbing her by the nape and pulling her to me, kissing her as if she were all the breath I needed to live.
The taste of our blood mixed, becoming one. Our tongues moved in sync, her fingers slid over my arms, feeling every muscle, every inch of skin.
I ripped her pajama top, turning it into shredded pieces of fabric that floated to the ground. I grabbed her ass, burying my fingers in the soft, warm skin.
Mine.
The word still echoed in my mind, growing stronger, more primal and alive.
She slid her mouth away from mine, resting her head against the tree trunk, breathing heavily. I licked the blood from her chin and neck, staying away from the mark. I didn't want to and would not heal it. She would display it for the pack to see for the rest of her days, as a sign of my possession and total claim, keeping any other damn male away from her.
I hooked my index finger into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down with a sharp movement, snapping the elastic of the thong. I rubbed her wet pussy, coating my fingers with her excitement.
A vein throbbed on the side of my neck and my teeth worked. She was exquisite, too delicious for my sanity.
I slid a finger into her tight channel, penetrating her easily.
Lunara was drenched, completely ready to be fucked by me.
I moved my hand up and down, in and out, invading her with my fingers. She moaned loudly and held onto my shoulders, digging her nails into my skin.
"Edric..." she gurgled, as I circled her clit with my thumb.
I wanted to prolong the moment, savor every second, observe every fleeting expression and hear her moans, but my wolf was desperate for her, nearing agony to possess her.
I removed my fingers and brought them to my lips, sucking them. Her taste was perfect, like lemon and honey to my palate.
I moved away from her slightly, freeing my view of her small, round breasts. I leaned in, taking one between my lips, nibbling on the pink, numb nipple. I rubbed my tongue over it, massaging it.
Lunara's moans turned into small, high-pitched squeals. There was no sound coming from the forest; the animals nearby sensed the chaos that exploded inside me when Lunara was marked by another male.
She brought her frozen fingers to the button of my pants, undoing it with some difficulty. She pulled down the zipper and pulled the jeans down my thighs. The black boxer shorts were stretched tight by my hard cock. She didn't waste any time, sliding her hand inside and grabbing my member.
I paused for a second, needing to breathe.
Oh God, that feels so good!