The kiss was passionate; I felt all the love and how much we really needed each other pour into that one kiss. We broke apart, both breathing heavily. I looked into Dylan’s eyes and I saw lust and love. My wolf was begging me to be marked; she needed Dylan’s wolf after the fight. I could hardly deny the fact that I wanted Dylan myself.
Taking my chances, I kissed Dylan again. He responded immediately and I felt the kiss get heated. Dylan slowly lowered me down on the bed, but he didn’t break our kiss. My wolf was purring in pleasure and I felt shivers and tingles of excitement shoot through my body.
Dylan broke the kiss and I saw his eyes were slowly changing from his normal chocolate eye colour to black, which meant his wolf was very close to surfacing. I found myself becoming nervous. Dylan looked at me and asked, “Scarlet we have to stop before I mark you.”
Swallowing the lump in my throat and my wolf urging me to say those words, I stared into Dylan’s eyes and said, “So mark me then.”
Quickly Dylan’s eyes changed and he started leaving small kisses from my lips all the way to the place he was going to mark me. I felt his canines graze the area and I suppressed a moan. But he stopped and looked at me.
“Scarlet, are you sure about this? I don’t want to mark you and find out that this is not what you wanted. You could just be feeling really needy after the fight and your wolf might just want reassurance that I am here”
My heart started beating fast. He didn’t want me. He didn’t want to mark me. That’s why he is asking me these questions. Suddenly, I felt rejected and tears threatened to fall. Before they did, I got up and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
I looked at myself in the mirror and started crying silently. Obviously, he wouldn’t want me. There are so many other girls out there who are so much better looking than I am. I jumped by the sudden banging coming from the bathroom door.
“Scarlet. Let me in. Come on, please. I am sorry. What did I do?” Dylan’s voice said, pleading with me.
My wolf was urging me to ease our mate’s pain, but he completely rejected me when I was turned on! I was ready but he doubted me, and I just couldn’t handle it.
“Sorry, I don’t want to be marked, so you can’t control me and what I do. Leave me alone!” I shouted my voice full of anger.
I heard Dylan growling, but I couldn’t care less. I turned on the shower and jumped in. The hot water relaxed my tense muscles and washed away all traces of the fight. Maybe was Dylan was right, was I just extra needy after the fight? I shook my head. I knew that the fight wasn’t the reason, I had wanted Dylan for a long time. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in my towel and sat down on the toilet seat.
I knew Dylan would be outside, but my face didn’t give a shit. As far as I was concerned, he rejected me. With a newfound confidence, I opened the bathroom door. Sure, enough Dylan was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.
His eyes darkened as he saw my state, but I rushed to the closet and closed the door, making sure it was locked. Quickly getting changed in shorts and a tank top, I heard Dylan growling loudly.
He started banging on the door continuously. I have to admit; my heart was racing, and I felt a little scared, but my wolf was making me smirk because it showed he lusted after me.
I blushed at that thought and shook my head free of those perverted thoughts. Only my wolf could think like that. Dylan bashed down the door and I let out a little scream. He came towards me his eyes pitch black and smirked at me.
“Oh little mate of mine. You are going to regret that.” His voice was deeper and according to my wolf, sexier. Of course, my wolf would think that because Dylan’s wolf was partially in control now.
I swallowed a lump in my throat and looked at Dylan’s now pitch-black eyes. He picked me up and threw me on the bed. I got up breathlessly and saw Dylan’s smirk still there whilst my wolf was enjoying this, I felt a little terrified but also incredibly turned on. Dylan bent down towards me and kissed me.
His lips moved quickly against mine and before I knew it, I had put my hand around his neck and was pulling his closer. I cursed my wolf whilst she only chuckled at me. Dylan broke the kiss and started leaving wet kisses down to the clear spot where I was aching to be marked. He kissed that spot and I let out a little moan.
Feeling him smile at the effect he was having on me; I rolled my eyes. Before I could comprehend what was happening, his canines extended and pierced my skin. I let out a little scream. A wave of pain flooded through my body. I was kicking and thrashing but being held down by Dylan who was whispering soothing words to me. If I knew how much marking hurts, there is no way I would have agreed to it, although I had a feeling that Dylan would mark me whether or not I gave consent.
After the pain came a feeling I cannot describe. It was pleasure and happiness and content all in one. It made me feel so relaxed and happy. Like I was at peace.
Dylan licked his mark to get rid of the blood and then started kissing it. I moaned in pleasure. He started kissing from my mark to my longing lips. I kissed him before he reached my lips, needing to feel his lips on mine.
When we broke apart, our foreheads still touching I was breathing heavily. My eyelids were becoming heavy. I let out a yawn and Dylan chuckled. I lay down in bed and so did Dylan. I snuggled into his chest. He kissed my mark before saying, “Your all mine my beautiful mate, all mine, forever.”
And then blackness consumed me….