Apparently, Marcus and Catalina kept communicating via mind-link since Marcus had marked her. He told me that she had been the one pulling him through when he was in the hospital dying after her brother had inflicted quite a few fatal wounds on him. If it wasn’t for his Alpha blood, he would surely have died. Hell, I would say he wouldn’t have even made it back to pack grounds if it wasn’t for that.
“So, Catalina feels the same way about you?” I asked reluctantly.
Marcus’s face lit up, “yes, she definitely does.”
“Ok, so what is the plan?”
Marcus pushed himself off the wall and ushered me back to the dancefloor, “well, I am going to have to tell my dad and get a rescue party together to escort Catalina safely onto pack grounds.”
I nodded while he spoke and agreed instantly to go with them as their field medic, “what I still don’t understand is why Pierce freaked out like that? Why kill his sister’s mate?”
Marcus shrugged, “I don’t know, to be honest, there wasn’t much room for discussion.”
“Is she back with him?”
“No, after what had happened, she went into hiding. She says he is a very powerful man, and while I wasn’t strong enough to protect her, with my injuries and all, she kind of just lay low.”
“So, we are going after her?” I asked in confirmation.
“Yes, if you would like to have a new Luna,” he answered teasingly.
“Definitely!” We started dancing again.
We danced from one end of the dancefloor to the other where my friends had been sitting. Marcus twirled me and dipped me, looking so carefree and content that I felt truly excited to see him reunited with his precious mate.
“Let me know when the operation will take place, I will inform Fran and Anthony in the meantime.”
“Sounds great,” Marcus replied as he slid his hand dangerously low over my backside.
My muscles tensed abruptly at the sudden unwelcome intrusion.
“A little bit of jealousy might just be what you need right now,” he said with a wink and slapped my ass hard as he left in the opposite direction.
My face instantly turned a bright red and I looked up, only to lock eyes with Conner. I stared at his stiff form as he clenched and unclenched his fists.
Damn it, Marcus!
Slowly and hesitantly, I made my way over to him.
“Hey,” I said uncomfortably as I stretched my hand out towards him. He didn’t take it, so I just took hold of his and felt the warm, pleasurable tingles erupt from our touch.
He was still staring in the direction Marcus had disappeared to, so I started to pull on his hand to get him to come with me. After a while, he followed but kept his face down. He looked like a lovesick puppy and my heart ached for him knowing what he must be thinking.
I knew Marc only tried to mean well, but it seems like his plan had backfired completely. I pulled Conner out the back door, away from the loud, roaring music and into an alley at the back of the club so that we could talk.
We walked a few steps away from the rusty, metal backdoor and turned to face one another, or at least I faced him. He was still staring at the ground with an unreadable expression on his face. A lump formed in my throat as I took him in. I didn’t know what he was thinking but I felt his pain.
“Conner-I,” I began to say, but he held his hand up for me to stop talking. He was breathing harshly, almost panting and he had a wild look in his eyes. I stayed quiet and gave him a moment, not sure of what to do next.
He kept his hand in the air, while still looking down. I saw him clamp his eyes shut tightly and his jaw visibly tightened. His emotions were all over the place and he looked very conflicted.
I wanted to ease his suffering but didn’t know what to do. He had already made it clear that I shouldn’t say anything, so what else could I do? I was desperate to be close to him and comfort him. But how?
Without knowing what to do, I stepped closer until his hand, which was still in the air, brushed the side of my face and it curled instinctively around the back of my neck. He held his warm, large hand there with his thumb in the front, just below my jawline.
His hand felt incredibly warm and comforting on my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his closeness and the wonderful tingles that pulsed through us from our growing mate bond. As serenity washed over me, a barely audible, breathy moan escaped my lips, and I opened my eyes just in time to see his’ flick open as well and burn into my blue orbs.
A second later, Conner pulled me into him with his right hand that was already curled behind my neck, and he kissed me like a starving animal. I was just as hungry for him and wasted no time in returning his hot, eager kisses.
I pushed my tongue into his mouth as he greedily transferred his left palm to my breast. The cold, hard brick wall hit my back, and I realized that we must have moved backwards. I was suddenly encaged by Conner’s muscled manly form and the wall behind me.
The last ounces of self-control I had left, was slipping fast and my insides clenched violently as we explored each other’s bodies in the dim-lit alleyway.
When I finally pulled away for air, he dived down into my neck and sucked, nipped and licked at my burning skin. He was doing things to me like no one has ever done before and my insides throbbed desperately for more of him.
A few moments later, he was back up and pulled my bottom lip into his mouth for another hungry kiss. I moved my greedy hands over him, memorizing every curve and every inch of muscle underneath the thin fabric between us. He smelled wonderful. Not just his natural scent, but also the smell of arousal he was giving off that made my wolf go crazy.
Conner slid his warm hand up my thigh and under my dress. He curved it around my hips and brought it back down, I loved feeling his rough touch against my skin. As his hand slid down my leg, he hooked his fingers behind my knee and pulled my leg up while he pressed me flush against the wall, steadying me. He wasted no time in stepping into the tiny space that was left between us until our bodies moulded into each other’s and I hooked my leg around his back to pull him even closer.
At that stage, I was panting and ready to give up everything I had.
“Conner,” I breathed against his lips.
“Yeah?” he replied into my mouth.
“My wolf,” I panted, “she is going to,” I started to say, but he didn’t stop kissing me and I didn’t want to stop either.
“Conner?” I breathed again desperately.
“I don’t care,” he moaned into my neck as he positioned wet, ravenous kisses down my throat, “just take me,” he said as his hands travelled over every inch of my heated body.
“Are you sure?” I asked breathlessly.
He came up to my face once again and stared deep into my blue eyes, “yes, I want you so badly it hurts.”
My wolf howled and the fangs in the back of my mouth elongated at her command. I kept my eyes locked onto his emeralds and he watched in awe as my wolf’s golden strands started to take over the blue of my irises.
He flicked his gaze down to my mouth and a low, husky rumble resonated from deep inside his chest.
A moment later, he pulled me into him again and caressed the sensitive skin just below my earlobe with his skilled tongue, while his hands dipped under my dress.
My eyes rolled back into my skull as tingles of ecstasy spread through me and goosebumps erupted all over.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
Caught in a web of euphoria, I drew myself up and sank my teeth deep into the crook of his neck.
A low, pleasurable groan escaped him, and he gripped me tightly and dug his fingers into my core. Waves of pleasure spilt over us as the mate bond intensified and a new link was established between us. Not only were we an official couple, but now, our souls were connected as one also and I could feel everything he was feeling, as could he, with me.
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