Chapter 38 - Who's In Control?

Chapter 38 - Who's In Control?
Zeida's P.O.V.

As soon as the bedroom door is shut, I kick off my shoes and remove my shirt and shorts, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties. Troy's face is red, and he seems almost scared to look at me. Oh, no, we're not going to have a shy man when it comes to the bedroom. I am going to whip that shyness out of him. Hmmm, whips. No, I don't think he's ready for that yet.

"Are you okay? If you're not ready for this, we can wait." Like hell do I want to wait, but I will respect his wishes. It is his first time.

"I don't want to wait, but I also don't want to disappoint you," Troy replies as he takes my hands.

"You can't disappoint me because you're my mate. When do you want to mark each other, before, during, after, or not today?" I have my opinion, but I'll let this be his choice.

"I don't know. Which do you think would be better? Are you ready to mark me?" Troy asks.

"I've been ready to mark you since I saw you in the forest. I think we should do it during. I've heard it makes the orgasm a hundred times more intense. Now, will you remove your clothes, or do I need to remove them for you?" I run my hands under his T-shirt. When he doesn't say anything, I pull it over his head and toss it to the floor. I kiss his muscular chest and down his hard abs. My mate has the body of a true warrior. Let's see what this warrior came to fight with.

I look into his eyes as I slide his shorts and boxers off.  When I look down I smile. Yes, he came for a battle and didn't come unarmed. I would say he's well-prepared. I wrap my hand around his thick penis, and he moans.

"Remove my bra," I instruct him. His fingers fumble with the clasp until he finally gets it and slides it off. His face is red as he stares at me, and I stroke him.

"What do you want to do to me?" Troy smiles as he removes my panties. I kick them aside and continue stroking him while I wait to see what he's going to do. He places his hands on my breasts and rubs the pads of his thumbs over my nipples. Now we're getting somewhere. He kisses me hard, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

"There's so much I want to do to you," he says before kissing me again. Troy's hands leave my breasts and slide around to grope my butt. He pulls me against him, and I stroke his sack. Let's warm this warrior up. I think his weapon needs a closer inspection.

I drop to my knees in front of him. His eyes widen as I lick the underside of his massive penis from the base to the tip. I taste his precum and suck the head into my mouth.  I suck him deeper and deeper into my mouth and down my throat. I learned how to overcome the gag reflex a long time ago. Troy's legs begin shaking, and his eyes close.

"Fuck, Zeida. That feels so good." I pull back slowly, sucking as I go. When I reach the head, I swirl my tongue around before sucking him in all the way again. I can tell he's almost ready to burst, so I use my hand to massage his sack. Troy puts his hand in my hair and gently moves my head back and forth. Come on, Troy, pull my hair and be forceful. You won't hurt me. His hand grips my hair tightly, and he begins thrusting into my mouth. Yes, come on fuck my mouth like a good little pup. When he cums he forces himself all the way down my throat and holds me in place as I swallow. I drink every delicious drop of him. When he releases me, Troy pulls me to my feet and hugs me.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I want to laugh, but I won't.

"No, you didn't hurt me. I wanted you to be forceful. I like it rough and fast. What's pleasure without a little pain?" I reply. His eyes light up, and he lifts me so my legs wrap around his waist.

"You shouldn't have said that." He turns to the bed and tosses me onto it, taking my breath away. Troy uses his hands to spread my legs as far as they can go and leans over to lick the length of my slit. When he flicks his tongue over my exposed clit, I arch my back and try to shut my legs, but he holds them open. He flicks and sucks me so aggressively my body begins shaking. When he slides two fingers inside while he sucks, I can't hold back anymore. I scream as my orgasm crashes over me. Damn, that was intense and so good.

I open my eyes and look at Troy. He's smiling like the Cheshire cat. Before I can say anything, he's kneeling between my legs and teasing me with the end of his penis. Wait just a minute. I thought I was supposed to be the aggressor, so why am I lying here like a bitch in heat while he plays with me? I really need to watch what I say when I'm in a wolf pack. I'm glad no one could hear that.

"Do you want to mark me first?" Troy asks as he slides in just a little and pulls back out. Oh, hell no, I'm not begging. I refuse to beg.  He’s supposed to be a virgin, so how is he so good at this?

"I don't care, but if you don't slam that thing into me, then I'm going to hold you down and ride it until it's raw." That's more like it. I'm a siren. I'm supposed to tell men what to do. Troy grabs my waist and rolls over until I'm on top, straddling him.

"Go ahead and make me raw." That is not me panting. I swear it's not. I don't pant. I don't say anything as I rise up and slide onto him. He'd better be careful what he wishes for. I wiggle my hips and squeeze him with my walls. Troy's eyes look glazed over. In the bedroom, I'm in control. I lean over and tilt my head.

"Mark me, my warrior." He pulls me down until I'm flat against him.

"My pleasure, my siren." His canines sink into my neck a second later. Sparks fill my body as I clench around his penis. I feel like I'm going to orgasm before he pulls back. He kisses me when he's done and slides his hands over my bottom while he rotates his hips. His shyness is definitely gone. I may be on top, but he's definitely in control of my body.

"Your turn." Troy looks into my eyes. I smile before leaning over and biting into him. My heart swells as the sparks become so intense that I feel like I'm floating. I've finally found my mate, someone who wants me and will never leave me. That's all I've ever wanted. When I pull back, I start riding him.

"I love you." I have never said those words, and even though it scares me, I have to tell him how I feel. He beams up at me as he gently strokes my face.

"I love you, too." Yes, he's in control, but we're not going to tell him, are we?