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He keeps licking and sucking me, and when his lips wrap around the sensitive nerve bundle, I can’t help but gasp. His tongue goes in and out of me, and one of his hands reaches up to tease my clit. My back bends off the bed, and I grab Jaxon’s hair with my hands to try to ground myself.
I almost lose it when a finger touches me because it feels so good. His hands and mouth work together to give me the most pleasure possible. My eyes close as his finger pulls me up higher and higher. It gets a little uncomfortable when he puts in a second finger. It still feels great, but the way he slowly stretches me makes me feel a little pain.
Sadly, Jaxon seems to notice this—he always seems to know how I feel and what I’m thinking. He slows down his hand movements and leans over me with a worried look on his face. A dark strand of hair is partially blocking his view of me.
“Do you want me to stop?”
He is very nice to me. He understands me very well. I know he wants to have s*x, but he would stop in a heartbeat if I asked him to. I smile at him to reassure him and shake my head.
“No, I want you to keep going.” I pull him closer by the neck and kiss him sloppily on the lips, trying very hard to forget where his mouth just was. He starts again, slowly and unsure. It starts to feel less bad, and my pleasure goes through the roof as his fingers speed up. I can feel the muscles in his back flex and move under his smooth golden skin as my hands slide down his back.
I start to tease the skin underneath when my fingers reach the hem of his shorts. He pulls my fingers out of his waistband and talks to me between kisses.
“Not today, Calla.” Kiss. “Today is all about you.” Kiss.
I pull away from him and take a few seconds to catch my breath before I talk. I thought we were going to… friend? Is that what werewolves call it? Isn’t that what he wanted? I thought all guys wanted that, since he’s a guy. I think I’ve made him wait too long, and now he’s going to get angry that we haven’t moved faster in our relationship. I am his one true love.
And I really want to sleep with him. I love him, and even though I don’t know anything about him, I want to do everything with him.
“I want to have s*x with you, Jaxon. I love you.” I look up at him with my usual innocent eyes, and he tightens his jaw to keep from saying anything. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath through his nose before answering.
“F**k, baby, you can’t talk to me like that. I want to, too. Trust me.” His hand moves down my body until it reaches my wet center and he puts two fingers inside. All I can do is moan back.
“But,” he kisses my neck in a way that makes me crazy, finding the right spot. “I need to build you up to that.” He pushes his fingers in and out of me, hitting deeper and deeper as his strokes get longer, harder, and faster.
He licks the side of my neck as I breathe in short pants and says, “You feel that? My fingers deep in your p***y that’s dripping for me?”
“My d**k is going to stretch you out so much more. When I finally f**k you, you’re going to be sore for days. And you’re going to love it.”
His dirty words only make me more excited. I’m out of my mind with happiness. I know I’m about to let go, but there’s one more thing that would make this experience even better.
“Mark me, Jaxon. Please.” My begging gets more desperate as he kisses the place where his mark should go. He kisses it one last time, and then I feel the sharp tips of his teeth touch it. As I start to lose motor control from the pleasure, I start to moan incoherent words when I feel his teeth dig into the space between my shoulder and neck.
The intense o****m I feel makes the sharp pain in my neck almost go away. My body is so sensitive to touch that it hurts, and my vision gets blurry as I make sounds that I didn’t even know I could make. Jaxon keeps his teeth in my neck for a few more seconds before taking them out and licking the sore skin to make it feel better. He kept moving his fingers in and out of my center and stroking me until I came back to reality.
The o****m, the marking, and the pain in my shoulder right now all make me very tired. This new warmth in my chest and this new feeling of awe and love that wasn’t there before. I look at Jaxon and see that he is watching me cuddle up to him. I can barely stay awake long enough to see him lick his fingers clean. I can barely feel him kiss my sensitive spot because I’m so tired. I can barely remember the words he whispers in my ear before I fall asleep in his arms.
“Sleep, baby. You are my life, my love, and my heart.”
When I wake up, streams of light are dancing on the walls and floors of Jaxon’s room. As I wake up, I can feel Jaxon’s arm draped over my side and his hand resting on my stomach. His thumb lightly slides back and forth against the silk sheets that are pressing against me. I don’t want to get up because I’m so warm and cozy under the thick blankets. Jaxon’s back also keeps me warm, and the way he moves his hand lightly over my stomach almost makes me fall asleep again.
I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth, which is more than just physical warmth; it’s also emotional warmth. Right now, my heart feels like it can’t get any fuller. Jaxon marked me last night, and even though I was scared, he made it special and as painless as possible. I don’t feel any pain in my neck at all, so it must be werewolf magic or something.
Jaxon’s hand starts to rub my stomach lightly and then with a little more force. Then he keeps stroking me lower until he’s very close to my lower region. I keep my eyes closed and try to stay still so I can see what Jaxon does when he thinks I’m asleep. Does he always touch me like this?
He gets very close to touching me there, but he never does. I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to make any embarrassing sounds that would let him know I’m awake. His hand just rubs my lower stomach. I don’t want him to stop.
Jaxon cuddles up to me even more, and his lips find my neck as he kisses the mark that has just formed on my skin. When his lips touch my skin, I can’t help but take a small breath, and I curse myself for possibly drawing attention to how awake I am.
The sound of laughter makes my heart race. How does something as simple as laughing become appealing?
“I know you’re awake, baby. I could hear your breathing change and your heart rate rise as I touched you more.”
I can feel him smile into my neck, and I feel both embarrassed and angry. He was making fun of me!
“Freaking werewolves,” I say under my breath. As I try to push the sheets off of my body and get up, I push his arm away from me. And then I see that I’m completely naked. I’m totally naked?! Oh my God! I must have fallen asleep right after he marked me. How embarrassing! We didn’t have s*x, and he didn’t even get anything s****l! I’m the worst friend in the whole world. I was so selfish that I didn’t even try to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
My cheeks get hot right away as I think of more and more dirty ways to make it up to him. Some ideas have to do with my hands, some with my mouth, and some with lingerie. I probably won’t actually do any of them because I’m too shy, but just thinking about them makes my insides twist and my body tingle.
Jaxon grunts as he hugs me, and my front is now pressed against his. He rubs his nose against mine and makes a sound that is almost like a purr.
“Stop having such dirty thoughts, or I’ll have to do something about them.”
When he tells me, I freeze and my mind starts racing. Can he hear what I’m thinking? I didn’t think that was possible, even for friends! Did Skyler forget to include a very important part of the explanation for the marking? Oh no, did he hear my s****l dreams?
He grins and kisses the end of my nose.
“Don’t worry, love. I can’t hear your thoughts if that’s what you’re worried about. I can only feel your emotions, so I knew you were getting turned on. I can help you out, little buddy.” He holds my hips and grinds his body into mine. When I feel something long and hard pressing on my stomach, my cheeks get hot and I stutter out something that doesn’t make sense. I’m only thinking about how he feels about me.
It seems like he loves to tease me because he just laughs and then flips my hair over my shoulder to see my mark. His joking tone changes right away to one of worry.
“Does it still hurt? I tried to make it as painless as possible, but there was no way to avoid it.” His thumb lightly touches the area, and I shiver in response. No, that doesn’t feel wrong at all. Skyler’s description of the feeling was very accurate.
I ask in a small voice, “Does it hurt? Is there a big scar?” I’m almost scared to hear what the answer is. What if it looks like he bit my neck really hard? I don’t want to have any marks on my body that other people can see.
“Go look in the mirror.” He points to the bathroom with his head, and I point to my body covered in sheets and stare at Jaxon until he gets what I’m saying.
He puts a pillow over his face and rolls his eyes.
He mumbles into the pillow, “I’ve seen it all before,” and his voice gets very muffled.
I quickly look through his drawers to find something to wear. I almost do a double take when I see that he has women’s clothes in his drawers that fit me. I don’t know if I should feel bad or thankful that he spent more money on me. While I figure it out, I put on a new pair of jeans, a bra, and a cute lavender crop sweater. The clothes fit just right.
After I get dressed, I tell Jaxon he can look and thank him with a hug for the clothes, even though he didn’t have to buy me anything. Then I walk into the bathroom to look in the mirror. I tilt my head to the side and run my finger over the light silver mark on my neck. It’s all better now from last night. The scar looks like it’s been there for a long time, not just one night, and the bite itself covers a lot of my shoulder and neck.
It’s a relief that the mark is so light that no one would notice it unless they looked closely. It’s secretly exciting to think that other werewolves will know that Jaxon has claimed me. He has made it clear that I am his, and he can’t get rid of me now.