It almost feels like a miscalculation on her part. Because one moment she’s kissing and sucking his gland, and the next her teeth sink into the skin of his neck.
The pleasure is as stupefying as it is annihilating. He doesn’t come in his pants, but it’s a close thing. The only reason he’s able to stop himself is that the world grinds to a halt. For several seconds, it doesn’t spin. Koen and Serena stay like that, still, tethered by her bite, for long moments. And then . . .
Then she pulls away. She licks her lips, and he discovers that they are dark.
With his goddamn blood.
This time he does come a little bit.
For a few seconds, Serena’s eyes are full wolf. Then they transition back to human, still that beautiful, rich brown he fell for, and she’s with him once again, present, aware, and-
She blinks. “Holy shit. Did I . . . ?”
Yeah.
“Oh my God. I bit you?”
She did. She fucking did. Koen is inordinately proud of her. How deep her little teeth got. The sharp blades of her canines. It even hurt a little. Okay, not really, but he felt her seize the inside of his soul.
She owns him. It’s official.
“I’m so sorry. I- I didn’t mean to. I was just- I’ve been thinking about you and I . . . I’ve been having these dreams and- I got carried away. Your neck was right there and . . . Oh my God. Are you okay?” She seems highly alarmed. “Is it going to stick? Leave a scar?”
Nothing has ever given Koen more joy than being able to tell her, “Oh, yeah.”
“Are you sure?”
He doesn’t have much experience with it, but . . . it damn better. He hopes it’ll be twisted. In relief. Beautiful in its own ugly way. He hopes it’ll be a mess of thick, ropy lines that no one can pretend not to see. He’s hers. He always was, but now she has claimed him, and he’s going to rub it in everyone’s fucking face until they plead with him to stop, and even then, he will not. Instead, he’ll beg her for another one. On the wrist, maybe, so that he can look at it every second of every day. On both wrists. Why not? How many mating scars is too many? Frankly, whoever said that less is more was-
“I’m so sorry. I probably should have asked if- “
A deep sound snaps out of his throat.
No. There was no need for that. The thought is so ridiculous, he decides to focus on something else.
Like taking off her pants.
“Koen? Are you okay with me having done that?”
He’s dazed. Overwhelmed in the best possible away. He truly is not sure how to communicate to her that he’s never been harder, happier, and more certain of the existence of a benevolent God than he is right now. “Yeah,” he grunts.
“Okay. Good. I . . . Good.” There is some blood trickling down the column of his throat, because she butchered his gland. He feels her arch up to lick it, and-
Perfection. His mate is perfect. He’ll massacre whoever tries to take her from him, of course.
She smiles at him, and he smiles back as she asks, “Would it be okay if . . . ?”
He stops what he’s doing- trying to get inside her- and looks up. Waits for her request, whatever it may be, even though he already knows that his answer is going to be yes. It’s not like he’s ever going to deny her anything. He has tried and always, always failed. “Yeah?”
“If you . . .” She’s flushing a little. Her pretty pink cheeks- such a weird fucking color, and yet so enchanting.
“What?”
“Um, do you maybe want to bite me, too?”
That’s when Koen passes out for a minute. At least, he thinks so. His vision blacks out, and sound recedes. He’s suspended in nothing. Then, when he comes to, she’s still soft underneath him, and clearly in the middle of a little speech.
“. . . did it to you, so it would be only, you know, fair. And you said, a few weeks ago, that you wanted to bite me, too . . .” The cheeks- now that he’s regained his eyesight, he can tell that they’re even pinker. He thinks that he might come again just from looking at them.
And then the true meaning of her words sinks in.
“You asked me to bite you,” he rasps out.
She nods quickly.
“The mating bite.”
More nodding.
“Mine.”
Nod.
“On you.”
“You never really brought it up again. I was wondering if it was something I did, or- “
“I was fucking- ” A deep, growly, unspeakable sound rises from deep in his chest. Koen had not known he was capable of that. “I was giving you space.”
She frowns. “What?”
“I was being a patient, considerate, respectful, non-intrusive, accommodating mate. I was trying to- “
“Koen, you are the most intrusive mate ever. You never stop staring at me when we’re in the same room, you wake me up to have sex in the middle of the night, you keep tearing my clothes, and you want to be with me every second you’re not gone on pack business. You’re not really the space-giving kind of partner, and- “
“I’m trying. I could be way fucking worse.”
“- and I’m not complaining, because I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
He swallows. Works his jaw. “You’ve been through some shit. And I’m trying hard to seem more . . . evolved than I actually am.”
She stares up at him with so much pity, he knows how miserably he has failed.
“I assumed,” he continues, “that you didn’t want me to shred your skin and make you bleed and scar you purely for my own sexual thrill, and- “
“Koen. My love.” Her hand comes up to cup his face. She’s clearly holding in laughter. “Could you please shred my skin and make me bleed and leave a scar purely for your own sexual thri- “
The force with which he flips Serena onto her belly is not evolved, nor is the way he tugs at the thick hair at the nape of her neck. The thing is, it’s in the way. So is her underwear, which means that he has to tear it off, and- okay, maybe Serena has a point.
Koen enters her quickly, maybe too deep and too soon, no time for adjusting, but she can take everything he dishes out. He hears her gasp and regains a smidge of control, trying for slow, unhurried thrusts, somewhat managing. His knot is already pulsating, starting to inflate, pressing against the tight walls of her cunt. She’s warm inside, glowing with heat.
He would die for her, and he would kill for her. More importantly, he will live for her. She’ll be the purpose driving every second of his every day.
“I’m going to do it,” he says, licking up her spine, a promise. She’s already nodding, arching back into him, and when he opens his mouth, the skin of her gland is soft under his tongue, under the scrape of his teeth. “I’m going to mark you,” he tells her, because that’s what this is about, and he wants to make it clear.
She doesn’t reply. But he feels her come, clenching around his growing knot. When he can’t wait any longer, his teeth cut into her supple flesh. The iron tang of her blood is strong and sweet.
It tastes, Koen thinks, like forever should.
—The End
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