"I swear I'll tear this door down" he says from the other side of the door.
"Let him in" Enya pleads with me. "Enya, I-" I start to object but she interrupts, "it's going to be really annoying trying to replace the door". I sigh and open the door and as he steps in I can feel how pissed off he is. "How did you find me?" I ask. "Why'd you run?" he asks, ignoring my question. Locking the door, I turn and lean my back against it as I cross my arms against my chest, "I've already been through one rejection, I don't need this headache right-". Before I can finish what I'm saying, he attacks my lips. I grab onto his shirt as he snakes his left arm around my waist to support me, "I've waited 4 years to do this" he says before attacking my mouth again. I feel his need and desire in this kiss and I also feel his sadness. When he finally breaks away, he looks me in the eyes and says, "I'm never gonna reject you and I won't let you disappear again". My head is spinning from the last kiss, "what is he talking about?" I ask Enya. "Who cares? our mate cares about us, he's not like our ex-mate" Enya answers. "Tell me you won't try to run away again" he says as he rubs his nose along where his mark should be. I squeeze his shirt as I fail to hold in a whimper.
Chuckling, "I have four years of pent up frustration to release because of you, but I'll go at your pace, if his is too soon i'll wait but you have to tell me now while i'm still in control." Enya takes advantage of my moment of weakness and kisses him and says, "you don't have to wait," and that's the last thing I remember as he kisses me harder and deeper than I have ever been before.
Jason's POV
I pick her up without breaking the kiss, wrap her legs around my waist and head down the hallway. I kick the first door I see but as I'm walking into it she grabs the entrance stopping me, "Not this one, the one behind you". I spin around and go where she directs me. Getting to the bed, I carefully sit her down and step back as I take my shirt off. She takes her sweats off, revealing the bodysuit again. I can tell her wolf's in control, she stands and unzips the bodysuit. I feel my eyes darken as my pants tighten, as she takes off her bra and panties, I take the rest of my clothes off. I don't even know when we got on the bed. "I know your her wolf, why is she still hiding from me?" I ask, bracing myself up on my forearms, "it's because she's too scared" she answers. Dropping my head with a small sigh, "why? is she afraid of me?". "No," she says lifting my face up, "it's because we've never done this with anyone before, she doesn't know what to do." Caught off guard, "you're a virgin?", "yes, is that a problem?" she says starting to get annoyed. Resting my forehead on hers, "no no, it's not a problem, don't misunderstand," I say trying not to screw this up. "What's your name?" I ask looking in her eyes, "Enya" she answers. "Enya, can I speak to Amelia please?" She sighs and nods, then she closes her eyes and when she opens them back she turns the brightest shade of red i have ever seen on ebony skin.
She covers her face and tries to turn on her side but I press my body down and trap her, making her blush even more. "Look at me," I say moving her hand, "I'm not disappointed, I'm very happy that I'll be your first but if I didn't ask it would have been very painful for you," I say trying to reassure her. "I want your first time to be filled with pleasure," I say before I kiss her slowly. I feel her start to relax more as we kiss, I position myself to enter and she starts to tense up again". "It's ok, relax," I say as we lock eyes and kiss. I slip in and she moans, and it's the most intoxicating sound I have ever heard. I hold still so that her body can get used to me, pushing her hair behind her ear. I wait for her to tell me shes ok. Once she nods, I continue. I go until I feel her walls grip me and I collapse on top of her. We both lay there panting for a few mins, then I get up and head to the bathroom. I start the shower and set the temperature to warm and go back to get her. When I get back to her, she's sitting up, "don't move, you're going to be sore", I say scooping her up and carrying her to the shower. I step into the shower with her in my arms, "wait put me down," she says through a blush. Chuckling, I put her down and grab her shower rag and gel. Lathering it up, I soap her body up and rinse her off, then I grab her shampoo. "What are you doing?" she asks, "washing your hair". Once I was done, she grabs the rag and re-lathers it, "Your turn" she says. As she's letting the water wash away the soap she rubs her hand below my waist. Stopping her I say, "Don't tempt me anymore, I won't be able to control myself this time,". Instead of backing off like I expected her to, she rests her left hand on my cheek and says, "I want more". Nothing else was said after that, I picked her up and made it back to the bed and we had two more rounds. As we're drifting off to sleep, I pull her close and say, "I really wanted to mark you, but we have to talk a few things first," she nods and says, "yea there's a lot I need to say and clarify before I let you mark us." Seeing that we're on the same page, I sigh in content and go to sleep with her in my arms. When I wake the next day afternoon though, she's gone...again.