Chapter 65: Mark Me


    There''s a mix of apprehension and nerves in the pit of my stomach as we get hot and heavier, despite


    wanting it more than air,, and Colton lowers his pelvis between my thighs and gently grinds against me,


    igniting a craving with the goodness of his attention. I moan and bite his bottom lip, gripping his


    shoulder as I lift my hips to him and push him to do it harder as sensation arouses me fully, and I


    swear, I ''ve never been so ready to finally lose my virginity as this. This dry humping thing he has going


    on is enough to push me over the edge and I''m almost insane with the craving to get him inside of me.


    If all of this is anything like the end result, then I have no desire to keep waiting. Only my niggles and


    worries in the back of my mind are stopping me from pulling my own clothes off and prompting him


    faster.


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    I''ve heard it can hurt; there were horror stories from other girls in the home, even those who paired up


    and marked. They said that it''s not always a pleasant thing the first time, that it can be sore, and dry,


    and awkward , especially if your mate''s a virgin too, and I try and push it out of my head, unable to see


    how something that feels this insanely good can end up being awful. Colton is not a virgin, even I know


    that, and judging by his kissing skills, he knows something about a femme''s body and how to pleasure


    her.


    I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and slide one hand between us to rub over the


    erection I can feel bulging through the material of his sweatpants. In a bid to make him want to push us


    head with more haste, and smile when Colton groans under his breath at my contact. Both hitting fever


    pitch excitement levels, and he flips from over me, surprising me with the sudden departure that makes


    me go from insanely heated to instantly cold with the loss of his body heat.


    "What are you doing?" I gasp in rm, shock and outraged all at the same time. Blurting it at him and


    throwing him a shocked re.


    "I''m going to end up pounding you into the bed and getting you pregnant the first time if I don''t go get


    something. Trust me, I''ming right back. Don''t you dare move a muscle. The infirmary has some,


    stay right here, exactly like this." Colton leans up, taking hold of my knees and pushes them slightly


    apart with a wink and a smile of cheekiness, before swooping down and kissing me on the lips quickly.


    It elicits a giggle from me, that he''s both crude, and cute, at the same time and as soon as he darts out


    of the room I flop back on the bed, exhaling heavily, trying to calm my racing heart and pull in some


    much-needed air.


    He has me all kinds of crazy riled up, pulse all over the ce and lungsboring with his attentions. I


    lay a hand on my pulsating belly to try and calm down some of this crazy fire growing up inside of me,


    before I selfbust and pass out, and wave my free hand over my face to cool some of the intense


    flushing burning over my cheeks and forehead. I thank the fates I had the foresight to shower earlier.


    I have a yearning that is insatiable, and I can''t lie still, energy levels boosted and suddenly so antsy. I


    sit up and end up shuffling off the bed to pull my nightdress off, but he''s back in a sh as I get to my


    feet, obviously he hyper sped there, and back, equally desperate to do this, and startles me with the


    return.


    "Hey! … That''s not how I left you!" Hees up behind me and runs a hand up my abdomen, across


    my breast to give it another gentle squeeze from around behind me and kisses me in the space of my


    neck under my jaw on my right side. Igniting tingles, and butterflies within my belly all over again.


    "I was going to take this off." I tug at my shirt to show him and yelp when Colton spins me, almost


    knocking me over but catches me in his arm instead. He holds up a pack of condoms, shakes them at


    me with a mischievous glint in his eye that gets me blushing, and looking away in a sh of


    embarrassment, and throws them on the bed before kissing me lightly on the lips again. His kiss is


    addictive, and I could have him do it to me every second of every day.


    "Allow me." He leans in and yanks the hem of my shirt up in one fluid movement, as my armse up


    automatically and he swipes the nightdress up and over my head and tosses it aside like it''s nothing


    but a flimsy obstacle. He takes a second to skim my body with his eyes, beforetching onto my mouth


    again, and kissing me as venomously as the first reunion, pushing me back into that feverish mode of


    needing him. Colton''s hands are hot, and strong, and they skim my body, seeking out my curves,


    before sliding behind me as he unclips my bra, in a smooth swift maneuver. Pulling us apart so he can


    untangle me from it, exposing, and releasing my breasts, and throws it aside. I don''t feel any kind of


    shyness, so invested in needing to be naked with him and allowing him to take a moment to caress


    them before he slides his hands down my waist.


    The breather has allowed some of my nerves to kick in, and I swallow down subtle fear, my body


    trembling as he slides myce panties down from my hips, slowly, sexily,pletely undressing me.


    "You''re beautiful in every way, my perfect girl. I couldn''t want you more than I do." Colton whispers in a


    husky tone, right into my ear when he straightens back up, and brings us back together, sucking my ear


    lobe and my knees almost give way with the erotic sensation. His breath fanning my cheek and


    shoulder and igniting goosebumps.


    "I love you." I have to say it to him, because it''s how I feel as I''m consumed by every pore of my body,


    and nerve endings exploding deliciously, an undying need for him. Forgiveness, letting go of the past,


    all mixed up with desire, and passion, and so many emotions in the moment that the words tug at my


    throat, forming a lump, but it''s not sadness. It''splete adoration, and an iparable happiness


    that he''s finally going to be everything I wanted. Everything I still need.


    Colton pulls back to rest his nose against mine gently, stroking my hair back from my face and smiles


    at me in that knee weakening, full on dimples way. Slowing down the tempo and breathing out slowly


    with me as he his touches softens.


    "I want to hear that multiple times a day, for the rest of my life. I''m crazy in love with you. I''ll never let


    you down again, ever, I swear. You''re my priority. The Luna the people need, the Luna I need. I''ll never


    doubt us or put you second again. I needed to lose you to realize how stupid that was, how fucked up


    my priorities were, because your mate should alwayse first. You will alwayse first." Colton


    kisses me on the forehead, a grazing light tenderness that makes me feel delicate, and special, igniting


    the butterflies inside of me, and the softer side that is not consumed by lust.


    "Unless you turn into a power crazed psychopath!" I point out in quiet humor and get a white sh of


    gorgeous smile for my efforts, even if it was a tongue in cheek remark that might upset him. A lightness


    of the intense heavy moment.


    "In that case I give you permission to taser my ass and keep me shackled to the bed, for your pleasure.


    I would happily live like that for as many years as it took to cure me of my crazy." He swoops down,


    catching my lips, while simultaneously scooping me up under the butt, and lifting me to him so I end up


    straddling him around the waist once more, catching his shoulders with my hands to stop myself falling


    back. He carries me back to the bed this way, never breaking his kiss on mine and I wrap my arms


    around his neck fully, entwining him, never wanting to let go ever again. So many times, I almost had


    him, and he slipped through my fingers, but not this time. He''s my captive, and I will fight tooth and nail


    to keep him here.


    Those weeks of being apart, the heart ache, and pain, from being imprinted on him, and yet always


    turned away, all fall around us to dust, like they don''t matter anymore. His touch a balm that heals so


    many wounds, pushes so many painful emotionspletely out of me, and the confidence in knowing


    he will never reject me again gives me new life. He''s in control here, and no sign of doing anything


    except marking me and finalizing the union with sex. He''s mine, finally. And there is nothing going to


    come between us or stop us this time around.


    Colton drops me on the bed gently, and steps back while he strips off his pants, and boxers, kicking of


    his socks, and shoes in the process, while I scoop my socks off and throw them past him. Two


    completely naked people with glowing eyes as wolves'' pique and urge us to unite them too. We take a


    silent, almost synchronized second to admire the beauty in one another, in all our glory, both liking what


    we see.


    The way he looks at me, eating me with his eyes, and devouring every inch, makes me feel sexy, and


    desirable, and that tingle of need flushes over me once more, dampening the nerves and hesitations


    and I reach for him. Colton takes my hand and climbs on the bed, pushing me back against the


    cushions, and nestles over me in a less hostile manner than our make out the first time. He strokes my


    hair back and fullyys his body into mine, all curves, and angles matching, and he slides between my


    thighs to find afortable position.


    "Are you nervous?" he asks, losing that wildfire in his eyes and toning down to a simmer as he picks up


    on my underlying anxiety. Lifting his hand and stroking a thumb across my bottom lip as gentle as a


    fluttering butterfly. The calm in him pushing through his crazy hormones, and it does so much to help


    me simmer too.


    "A little." I admit, not liking that this softness is quenching the mes of passion and bringing the fear to


    the forefront a little. I think I would prefer getting lost in the haze instinct and have him just do it when


    I''m wound up and crazy for him, even if it hurts that way. Get it over and done with, so I can then know


    what the after feels like, and experience future times, as it''s meant to get better the more you do it. My


    stomach lurches with a bout of nerves and I swallow down the apprehension.


    "I''ll try not to hurt you. We can go slow, be gentle. Marking doesn''t have to be crazy, and aggressive,


    and bouncing around the furniture. Your first time should be special. Besides, If I don''t calm down I may


    onlyst like five seconds, max." Colton''s heart is beating as fast as mine, but as he utters soothing


    words I can feel him physically beginning to level out, his own passion and desire simmering because


    he''s pulling the emotion through instead of the lust, and it''s dampening both of us as we feed from one


    another.


    "I think I don''t want to anticipate…I''m ready to just do it." I frown at him, my innocence showing, and he


    laughs softly. Bringing that hand and smoothing down my cheek, the obvious adoration in the way he


    looks at me.


    "You clearly don''t know what forey is or, you know… the joy of working up to it." He grins and kisses


    me quickly. I blush at that, and he leans in and kisses me a little more intensely, grinding his erection


    against my intimate ces, skin on skin, and I gasp in ecstasy at the unique pleasure waves it causes


    to ripple through my stomach and up my legs.


    "See… sex is about more than just getting it in there. Trust me. I''m not about to make our first time


    together ufortable because you aren''t ready." Colton strokes his fingers down my throat and


    across my breast and ignites that same pleasure, caressing my skin so it almost burns with his touch


    and those warming churning feelings between my legs stir up again to fever pitch. They nevery low


    for long, even when he''s taking a breather. One touch and he stokes the fire right back up to where it


    needs to be, and I stop worrying about going slow.


    He moves down my body and kisses first my throat, then slides down and licks my nipple, before


    teasing it between his teeth and I almost arch into a snappable position, lifting my spine off the bed and


    moaning like crazy with the contact. Colton doesn''t relent, he works down my body, kissing, licking, and


    caressing, and slides his hand between my thighs, carefully, waiting on sounds of my refusal before he


    gently rubs across my aching core, his fingers trailing between the folds and smoothing a dampness


    across from within me..


    I almost spasm with the mind-blowing sensation it elicits. That simple caress down there, almost sends


    me over the edge, and I grab his hair and bury my fingers into the longer length on top to grip onto him


    as he moves further down. Colton takes it as a sign that I like it and carries on with a second caress,


    this time circling at the front and almost making me squeal, it feels so good.


    I close my eyes and give way to the sensation as Colton gently pushes my legs apart for better ess,


    at the knees, and lifts one of them up to open me fully to him. I tense in anticipation, waiting on the


    piercing pain because I think he''s going to enter me, and I''ve worked myself up into believing it''ll


    happen like they told me it would. Sharp agony, and dry grating ufortable thrusting, and groan out


    in surprise when a hot, smooth tongue probes me instead. I wasn''t expecting him to put his mouth


    down there, and despite the surprise I almost melt to goo, because it''s honest to god the best feeling in


    the world.


    "Oh god" the sensation is nothing like I imagined, not even close. Colton sucking, and licking, down


    there, warm, and wet, yet unbelievably good. Something that should feel icky, or weird, or even


    unbearably embarrassing, instead is making my toes curl, and me gasp for more. Clutching at him to


    urge him to do it harder. The pleasure runs up my limbs, warms my stomach, and the motion of what


    he''s doing has me writhing about the bed in seconds, making noises like a dying animal and all I can


    do is grip onto his hair and try not topletely implode.


    Colton doesn''t stop what he''s doing and something firmer, longer, and stiffer, gently slides inside of me


    a little way, and I almost experience my first inner explosion. I assume it''s the beginning of an orgasm,


    due to this being the first time I have been sexually ignited and touched down there, but as I have no


    idea what that''s meant to feel like I can only assume. It pushes me to pant and let go of him to grab the


    bed sheets as I focus on doing nothing but sumbing to how amazing this feels, lifting my hips in


    time to the way he''s probing me. If I knew sex was like this, I maybe wouldn''t have been so subtle with


    Colton these past weeks. I would have just pushed him up against a wall and molested him.


    "Good, huh?" His smug tonees at me, but I can''t answer, only breathe in short raspy gasps as


    waves of growing heat, and tingles, start in my toes and begin to work their way up my limbs, pelvis,


    making me tremble uncontrobly. He continues to slide, what feels like a finger, gently in and out of


    me, only a little way. His tongue back on the frontal portion, as he sucks and licks my clitoris and I


    groan heavily in response to his question, pulling my knees up as my body can''t stay still from the


    extreme ecstasy coursing through my limbs.


    "Oh god, oh god…. Mark me. I swear if you don''t get up and do this, I might eat you." It''s a crazy


    breathless whine, as need consumes me, and something big builds up in my stomach and nerve


    endings that feels like climbing. Even though what he''s doing feels divine and I''m so close to some


    weird precipice, I want to feel him instead of his hand. If that can send me into a spiraling mess of goo,


    then I want the real thing and experience what that can do.


    Screw forey… Mark me already.