As I stared into Griffin’s eyes, there was a hungry look in them that made my chest feel tight.
“That kind of strength,” he continued, “That’s the strength of an Alpha. As human as you may be, it’s so plain to see how deep your Alpha blood runs.”
Was Griffin right? Was it possible that my Alpha blood could express itself even if I wasn’t a wolf?
“You make me sound a lot stronger than I actually feel,” I told him, and I tried to keep my voice from wavering. It was hard to keep my tone steady when he looked like he wanted to devour me. “I’ve never gotten the appeal of a soul mate, you know. I didn’t want someone to care about me because some cosmic universal force was pushing us together. I wanted someone to care about me because they understand me. Because they’ve chosen me. And with you, I needed you to prove that you actually wanted me and not just the idea of a soul mate.”
I paused. “Maybe it was the Alpha blood in me, but I guess you’re right.
I did need you to earn it.” Something glimmered in his eyes. “And? Have I earned it, little fox?” I swallowed down a lump in my throat. “Yes.”
Before I could register it, Griffin’s l*ps were on mine, ravishing me. It was like he couldn’t get enough of me and it was all
I could do to keep up with him, His hands tangled in my hair, to the point where I could feel him pulling it.
This went on for several seconds – just his warm l*ps on mine, his soft tongue exploring my mouth. Just when I was starting to feel a familiar knot in my lower belly, he pulled again with wild eyes. “Clark,” he growled. His voice was lower than I’d ever heard it before, like he was barely controlling himself. “I’m going to mark you now.”
Someone notifying me that they wanted to stick their canines into my n*eck probbaly should’ve sent me running, but I didn’t feel an ounce of hesitation. I knew there was no turning back now. Taking Griffin’s mark meant we’d be connected forever. That thought would’ve floored me a couple of days ago, but I had more clarity than ever now. I knew this was my path.
So, I nodded. That was all the permission that Griffin needed.
With a firm grip on my hair, he nudged my face to the side with his nose and buried himself in my exposed n*eck. And then I felt his fangs.
I expected the claiming bite to be a lot more painful than it actually was. The sharp pain only lasted for a second and then it just ached, like he’d bitten into a sore muscle.
Pulling his canines out my n*eck, Griffin growled and pulled me close. “Mine.”
That triggered something in me, something primal. I didn’t think about what I did next – it was just instinct. With fresh blood oozing from the claiming bite, I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into Griffin’s n*eck.
“Mine.”
“actions speak louder than words.” Aleksandra Layland
I could hear Griffin grow! in surprise as I bit into his skin ~ he hadn’t been expecting it. Still, I kept my teeth latched onto his warm skin, digging into the flesh.
It was only when he unlatched his teeth from my n*eck and I could no longer feel his teeth embedded in his skin that I stopped biting him.
Surprisingly, I could feel very little pain from the claiming bite. There was a dull ache and I registered something hot and warm running down my shoulder ~ blood? ~ but that was it. It certainly didn’t feel like someone had just sunk their fangs into me.
“What a little wild fox you are,” Griffin whispered, his eyes still wide in surprise. There was something else there too –
amusement. “Biting me like that. I didn’t think you’d really do it.” As if to prove it was really there, Griffin reached up to touch the mark I’d left on his skin.
Although it was less than a minute old, I could already see the mark fading on his bronze skin. The swollen indent of my teeth was beginning to fade to purple. It would be completely gone within minutes.
I can’t say I didn’t know what would happen. I’m not sure why I expected it to stay or why I’m so disappointed it won’t.
While I stared at the fading mark, Griffin leaned down and began licking at my own claiming bite. I wasn’t prepared for the wave of pleasure that rocked through me as soon as his hot tongue met the mark, It went straight to my core – like he’d set every nerve ending on fire.
“My God,” I moaned, my head falling back to give him better access.
I felt Griffin grin against my n*eck. “Oh, I didn’t tell you? There are a few…side-effects that come with a claiming bite.”
“No, you did not,” I hissed. “Nob*dy did.” It was hard to stay mad when every touch against the mark left me a tingly mess.
How did werewolf s*x education manage to leave this part out? They didn’t think it was important to tell us that touching the mark literally turns you on?
“My poor little fox,” Griffin’s tone was mocking. By the way he continued to drag his tongue across the mark, I could tell he wasn’t sorry at all.
“Does it…does it feel like this every time someone touches the mark?” I asked, and I had to strain to get the words out. It was hard to focus on anything but the sensations Griffin’s touch was bringing out in me.
Griffin growled and I felt him nip at the mark ~ just enough to make me gasp. “No,” he growled, “Only I can make you feel this way when I touch my mark. If someone else so much as tries to touch you here – or touch you at all – ‘ll kill them, little fox.”
That statement might’ve rattled me a little bit more, but as he continued to nip and lick at my n*eck, I could feel my eyelids grow heavy. My limbs started to feel like lead weights and I slumped over, letting Griffin support my weight. We were practically chest to chest.
As I did so, I felt Griffin’s tongue leave my skin.
“God, why do I feel so… Tired, I wanted to say.
The exhaustion was hitting me like a freight train. My brain was jumbled, unable to coherently form sentences.
“It’s okay, little fox,” Griffin whispered, cradling my head against his chest. It could’ve been my exhausted brain imagining things, but I could’ve sworn his touch felt more magnetic than before. “This is another side-effect of the claiming bite. It makes you tired. Your b*dy is accepting the bite, it’s normal.”
I couldn’t force my brain to try and remember if that was covered in werewolf s*x-ed, but it sounded right. As fatigued as
I was, it felt right too.
“Go to sleep, little fox. I’m right here.”
As my eyelids began to droop, one of my fingers reached up to touch the spot where I’d bitten Griffin. I felt him tense under my touch as I traced the non-existent bite mark. It was completely gone now ~ just smooth, healed skin.
“It’s gone,” I mumbled. That was the last thing I managed to say out loud before my eyes got too heavy and sleep claimed me.
When I woke up, I could feel the sun on my face and the emptiness of the b*d. I was alone in the suite and Griffin was nowhere to be found. The curtains were drawn on one of the windows that overlooked the snowy forest and I could see the sun shining.
I must’ve slept through the night.
Man, I was so tired after last night – after the claiming.
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