Chapter 51
Colton laughs at me, but my insane need must be waving at him and overwhelming him, too, as he only stops to put on the condom and gets on top of me right away, with no hesitation. Abandoning this slow and steady for instant gratification.
“So maybe next time foreplay will be lengthier. You’re wet enough already that it shouldn’t hurt much, so maybe we should just get this done, and then the second time, we can go slower … enjoy it without the tension.” He braces himself over me, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against mine. I open my eyes and stare straight into glowing amber eyes. The most gorgeous male I have ever known, nestling his body back onto mine. He doesn’t say anything, just a kiss on the end of my nose as he catches me unaware with a little smooth slide of his pelvis and completely enters me. It doesn’t give me time to tense up or expect it, just boom, he’s inside me, and I’m thankful it’s how he did it.
I gasp, as first the pleasure of him doing it expands and stretches me out in ways I never knew could be so amazing within my body, but then that sharp stab of pain as he completely buries himself inside me, which almost knocks my breath away as I wince and shudder underneath him. A slicing, almost snapping of something that pangs through my abdomen, no more severe than a horrible one-second period cramp, but enough to knock the wind out of my sails and the blood to drain from my face. My moan turns to yelp as my body stiffens, and I instantly go rigid in his arms, afraid to move or breathe. He pauses for a second before pulling out of me slightly and slowly and resting over me, coming to a complete stop. His eyes on mine intensely.
“You okay?” He leans in and kisses me tenderly on the mouth, seeking me out to make sure I am as I wriggle my body and try to recover quickly from that burning sensation traveling up and across my stomach. I only end up moving myself down so that he slides back to where he was, but a soothing warmth replaces the pain as he fills me again, and I moan under my breath at the reigniting pleasure.
“Don’t stop.” I breathe the words at him, clinging to his arms, closing my eyes tight, and gripping his biceps with fervor. He lowers his head and traces his tongue across my throat, distracting me for a second, igniting tiny sparks and goosebumps across my skin before moving his hips and pushing into me once more.
It’s the most pleasurable pain I’ve ever known. Stingy, a little tender, yet it fades with every stroke he makes, pushing in and out until he finds a slow rhythm, and I adjust to better move with him. It’s uncomfortable with the first few, but as I seem to self-lubricate once more and his body grinds into mine, bringing us together properly, it changes to that waving sensual deliciousness that I felt when he used his hand.
There is a tiny ache deep inside me that is being massaged by Colton, sliding in and out in slow, even thrusts. My gasps turn to moans once more, the warmth soothing away the worst of the pain and the slight burning inside dampening. He kisses me, caresses my face with one hand, tracing my cheek and eyebrow, and showers me with nibbles and small kisses across my jaw and mouth as he increases with speed and has me moaning, groaning, and arching under him. Over and over, growing faster together, as the minutes' tick by, and he intensifies what it does to me as he gets a little more aggressive with his thrusts.
He strains over me, careful not to crush me under him, and it leaves him free to move, focusing all his attention on the noises I’m making and adjusting to what he deems is something I like. The subtle changes in angle, rhythm, and ferocity, as he feels me out, listens, and responds to my body, intending to make me enjoy this. He’s attentive, and I thank the Fates they gave me a lover who knows what they’re doing. I get that he probably wants to change position, but this works for me, and I’m not at that stage of complete immersion where I want to start experimenting. This is overwhelming enough and feels good as is, and I don’t want to move in case it hurts again.
Sex is unique in a surprising way. There is nothing to compare to what it feels like, but I guess this could be horrendous poorly done. With Colton, it’s mind-blowing, pure ecstasy, even with the first hurdle of pain, as he dominates my body and I become this heavy lump of uselessness wrapped around him. Completely surrendering to what he’s doing to me, and can only make noises and take shallow breaths as the feeling builds up inside me to levels that blot out any ability to think beyond sensation.
“Marking hurts. I can’t do anything about that, but it should take the edge off if I get you close enough to climax.” Colton’s voice comes through, right in my ear, low and breathy, husky, and so sexy in its hoarseness as he also revels in the pleasure of being inside me. Mid-thrust, mid-groan, but I’m so lost in darkness inside my body, overwhelmed by this growing mass of goodness as it crawls up my limbs and devours my skin and body slowly.
A hot wave of tingles and pleasure creeps up and wraps around me until it reaches my stomach and ties it in knots. My breathing is rapid; my moans are voiceless, breathless pants now. As it grows to an overwhelming crescendo, threatening to pull my mind and vision into this wave of something building, Colton leans down and, without prior warning, sinks his teeth into the soft curve above my breast, inflicting a piercing, stabbing agony that is a hundred times worse than breaking my hymen. In both pain and ecstasy, I cry out as his plan comes to fruition and everything inside me explodes magnificently, with an overwhelming orgasm.
The bite mark is numbed out as I lose control of my body completely. My first real climax devours me whole, and it’s more powerful than I could ever have predicted. An explosion of stars blinds me and sparkles across my entire vision as I spasm and lose control of my limbs, my body pulsing and twitching with extreme mind-throbbing pleasure, and I cry out again.
For my first ever, it’s probably the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. It's like sneezing really hard, only a hundred times better, and it affects every nerve ending, leaving you wholly sated. It lasts only seconds, but those few delicious, long-drawn-out moments of complete loss of control are pure bliss as I soak Colton between my thighs. They leave me with residue tingling across my skin, inside my stomach and pelvis, which has me stretching out like a satisfied cat and enjoying the waves that fade out slowly with whimpers of approval.
As soon as the waves subside, I slump into a useless mass, and I come back to reality, completely aware that Colton is no longer inside me or biting me. I blink my eyes open to look at him. My skin flushed, and a little embarrassed that I had just had an all-out spasm attack and cried like he was killing me. There’s no pain in my chest or between my legs, yet I don’t want to look and see some deep bloody mess down there. Although it doesn’t feel wet, there’s literally no trace of blood on Colton’s face from what I can see.
“Look at you.” He grins at me, prodding me very lightly in the cheek where I can feel a buildup of heat and assume I’m rosy. I must look like I fell asleep and was woken suddenly, as my eyes are heavy and almost unfocused. I guess I look like you’re supposed to after a mind-blowing orgasm, and he seems pretty proud of himself. The aftereffects are as good as during, and my body is weightless and relaxed, like a thousand years of stress and tension were lifted off in one amazing explosion. I could fly if I weren’t wedged under him, and he looks equally relaxed and happy with himself.
“You feel up to it being my turn? All you have to do is complete the union, but you need to be on top.” He points out, a hint of tiredness in his voice. I reach up and stroke my fingers across his jawline, loving the feel of subtle stubble as it grazes my delicate skin. I couldn’t love this face anymore if I tried right now. He just blew my mind.
I blink at him, then down between us as I think about it, and as good as what I just experienced was, I honestly don’t think I can do round two just yet. My body has gone on vacation, and my legs are like Jell-O. I’m not even sure I have the full use of them anymore. My lady parts are throbbing now the pleasure has stopped, and it hurts down there like something got snapped or grazed inside. Slightly burning. I feel tender and maybe not quite ready to put his manhood back in there, for tonight anyway.
“We might have to do some recovery time.” I point out. The horror of a rematch must be evident on my face, but he only shakes his head at me, a smile breaking across that cute-boy expression, and my favorite dimples shine down at me.
“Trust me, as much as I hate to admit that our first time lasted under six minutes, which is pretty embarrassing, I already came. Due to lack of action, way too much build-up, and the excitement at finally being able to touch you. We don’t need to go for round two yet. I climaxed, and it’s very sensitive down there, so we both need some downtime before I make up for this sad attempt and give you a decent second go at it. You just need to get up and mark me to finish this…. You’re mine forever, and ever, and ever, and ever …” Colton buries his face in my neck and starts nibbling me playfully, torturing me with his entire body weight on top of me and pulling a fit of giggles out of me until I fight him off and bat him away.
Sore all over from his nips and grazing kisses and from that five o’clock shadow scratching me and blushing my skin. The fatigue I see in him is drifting my way.
“How am I supposed to get up if you don’t get off of me?” I retort, too busy trying to calm the laughing fit he caused me and speaking and breathing simultaneously. Colton rolls off me to let me go, sighs heavily in a sound that is very much satisfaction, and splays out on the bed with his head tilted up at me.
“You just had to ask, Princesa.” He lies back, kicking out the sheets from under him as he does so, and pushes them down the bed. I sit up and yank my side back to aid him in his endeavors and get under them so he can pull them over him, and then I slide up onto him. I carefully crawl up, no shyness about being this way, and straddle his hips, so I don’t sit on his now soft, flaccid manhood. I’m sure he wouldn’t appreciate me squashing it when it’s sensitive.
I cringe as my body connects with his, nestling down, tender underneath even though our union was brief, and I catch the look of guilt sweeping over his face before he smooths it out to conceal it. His hand comes up to trace where he marked me, and, finding the courage to look for the first time, I pay real attention to where it is. I'm shocked that there is no pain or throbbing, and I hadn’t acknowledged it because it’s already healed. There is no blood, no gash, but a perfect bite mark of dark scars that is smooth to the touch, almost like a tattoo in subtle hues. I stroke over it, eyes widening in wonder, and throw him a quizzical glance. I didn’t turn, so I don’t understand how it’s healed.
“Marking isn’t the same as inflicting a wound. It heals almost as you’re doing it; it makes it permanent somehow so that when we turn, it never goes away—it’s magical. I guess having sex while doing it makes a difference.” Colton smiles at me, answering the unspoken question, and I nestle over him properly. Taking my time to find a less ‘ouchy’ position before relaxing slowly and tracing my fingers across his chest, trying to pick my spot to put my mark.
“Maybe I won’t bother … think I might have changed my mind.” With a serious look on my face, I joke and sit back to put my hands on my hips instead. I'm feeling playful now I’m in control and calling the shots up here. Colton rolls his eyes and presses his pointer finger on my nose, like I’m a juvenile, before nestling both his hands around my hips.
“You won’t be wanting sex from me again then, huh? I’m not that kind of guy anymore; no mark equals no mating. Even when the haze comes.” He shrugs playfully, and I shake my head at him and make a ‘hmm’ noise as though I’m considering it. I like the teasing, it’s cute, and I like Colton’s playful, cheeky face even more now that I have no more doubts about us.
To be honest, the first time was maybe quick, and I’m suffering a little from it, but I definitely want to do that again and explore how much better it can be. I always heard the first time is nothing compared to when you master it and do it a few times, which means I am in for a lifetime of amazing sex because Colton has skills. I don’t want to miss out on that, and besides, I can’t have this sexpot unmarked when the haze moves in. Femmes might kidnap him from me and hold him hostage until they get their fill. I need to mark my man.
“Such threats should be punished, Mr. Santo. I might just go to sleep.” I smile as wickedly as I can at him and cast him a raised eyebrow smirk. Warm and cozy in the security that this is real, and he’s mine.
“Go ahead. I’m kinda beat. I could use the sleep.” He folds his arms behind his head casually, as though he doesn’t care, and closes his eyes. It riles me enough to slap him on his pecs with impulsive anger. Sudden fury that he might not be joking causes an internal minor temper tantrum.
“Hey!” It’s absolute outrage, but that chuckle he expels is an instant dampening tool. Colton opens his eyes and grins at me, chasing away any doubt that he was not playing, and he strokes his thumbs over my thighs. Cooling my fire and bringing me back to heel with a taming touch.
“Stop messing and make me your bitch already. You know I love you, and this … it’s holding up everything else. Mark me, woman, before I smother you against me and make you do it.” There’s a tone of seriousness in that, even if it is in good humor, and I know I’m only delaying because I’m nervous about this final step. It’s been a lot, and I’m finally going to do it. Not just mark him but unbind something I’ve been trying to master for weeks, and that’s terrifying to me.
When I bite him and taste his blood, it will finalize everything. I’ll not only get the last memories we have of being apart of a fresh imprinting but a chance to harness the powers I possess entirely. I’ll be Luna, just like that, from one bite, whether I’m ready or not. Whether I’m going to be a good Luna or not. It’s a big step, and I am not prepared for any of it, but I need to take a leap of faith.
Fear won’t make this easier. It will only make me work myself up into complete anxiety and make him think I have changed my mind. I lean down, inhale slowly to calm the inner trepidation, close my eyes, elongate my wolf teeth and sink into his chest, in a similar area to where he marked me.
There’s a moment of complete abhorrence as I bite the soft, salty flesh of the man I adore, hating that I’m inflicting pain and wounding him. The taste of his blood almost makes me gag as it fills my mouth, choking me with its consistency and metallic saltiness. My fangs sink into tissue that’s both warm and smooth as a hot liquid, thick and disgusting, hits my tongue. It’s awful, but I’m almost wholly distracted a moment later when I am yanked away from what I’m doing as my mind fills with thoughts, feelings, memories, images, and whizzing moments of time all spinning around my head. Just like the first time we ever imprinted, only with less ferocity, less shock at the assault; it’s a do-over, only with more potency in other ways.
I lose all sense of space and time as it happens, and I’m not even aware I’ve pulled my teeth out of him until his hand catches me by the wrist and then the other to steady me, so I don’t fall. I’m breathless and feel like I’ve just been hit by a train for the second time in my life. The dizziness sends me reeling sideways, unable to hold myself taut. The room spins and slumps as Colton steadies me and gently helps me lie on the bed as reality comes back before he pulls me in against him and wraps me in his arms.
I take a moment to recover and come back to the land of the living, where my focus clears from hazy darkness, back to reality. Unlike the first time we imprinted, this time has a wave of surreal and dreamlike that lingers, and the taste of his blood trickles down my throat, warming me, filling me up with insane emotions before finally fading away to a gentle stroke down my legs. It’s almost like a mental orgasm with less severity, and I blink my eyes open to find Colton pushed up against me, doing the same thing. Nose to nose, we open our eyes almost in unison before he breaks into a smile and kills the eerie silence.
“That was … interesting. I feel drugged.” His voice is low and husky, and he looks utterly exhausted now. Dark shadows under his eyes, which are a little lackluster in color, even in this dim lighting. It’s mirrored in me, and my body has given up any hope of getting back out of bed anytime soon.
That’s precisely what it feels like. As though we’ve been inhaling potent vapors that render you completely relaxed and giddily happy so that you lie around chilling like hippy stoners. Satisfied in every way, and you want to lie here and revel in it. I feel light and free, yet delirious in happiness, as though there are no worries left inside my brain. It’s like a chemical high, and it leaves you temporarily content with everything in life.
“Me too.” I sigh, fully sated and curling up in his tight embrace as he slides his arms around me firmly and pulls my body to fit his from toes to nose. His skin on mine, close contact in the best way, sharing air, which feels completely natural and so right. Like I was always meant to be wrapped up with him. There is nowhere else in the world I would rather be than here, and I want to stay this way forever. Heart healed, soul complete, and now I can sleep safe and secure beside him and never know that kind of loneliness again.
Colton reaches down and pulls the sheets over us, up to my shoulder, and reaches up over his head to press something attached to the headboard. All the lights in the room go off in unison, every single lamp, and dim glow, leaving us illuminated by the moon coming in through the window behind him as the curtains sit open. The darkness makes this seem more intimate somehow, and I lay my head against his chest, inhaling his unique smell, making me feel complete. Content. Home.
“So much for reading to your mom.” I point out with a soft, almost inaudible tone, smiling as his arm comes back around me. He nuzzles his chin on top of my head as he gets comfy and yawns, stifling it with a fist over his mouth. I can feel genuine fatigue coming from him and how desperately he needs to sleep.
This was a big thing between us, and even though we should mark the occasion by staying up and talking about what this was, how momentous it was for both of us, I want to experience sleeping in his arms and waking up to him in the morning to start our lives as mates.
“I’m sure she’ll forgive me, considering I not only marked my mate but restored the powers we lost. That deserves sleep, in a bed, with my new Luna in my arms.” He yawns again, straining his voice, and then buries his face back in my hair with a deep exhale.
“My powers!” I squeak and shoot up to a sitting position, forgetting all about being too tired to move, extending my hands and staring at them as though they will suddenly look completely different, and I would somehow know. I didn’t feel anything that was explicitly power-related, but then again, what would that even feel like?
I blink at them, turning them over in the dark until I catch Colton looking at me oddly. Focused entirely on my face with that hint of amused adoration I sometimes notice in him. Colton seems happy, which makes me all bubbly and gooey inside because I know I did that for him.
“What is it you expect to see?” He laughs at me and sits up to prop against the headboard to watch me, giving in to the fact I’m not about to let him sleep, and I shrug.
“I don’t know, maybe glowing, or something like …” I casually flick my hand towards the cabinet across the other side of the room, not sure what I’m doing, and then shriek in utter surprise when the contents on the top swipe off to the floor in a clattering heap that almost makes me have a heart attack. I gasp in shock, staring at the mess and then my hands, before turning to him like a kid who found a dollar in the street.
“Like that?” Colton looks impressed and not the slightest bit mad I sent a whole array of bottles and whatever onto the floor, making a substantial unsightly mess. I gawp at it and gently push the same motion at the already broken remains. Willing myself to do it again and squeal when they spread across the floor by about a foot as though an invisible brush swept them away. It’s almost like breathing. I can willfully extend my touch and move things in ways I could never dream of before, and it excites me on a whole other level. My insides are bubbling like a mini volcano, and I jiggle on the bed, unable to contain my glee. The vapor energy, or whatever it is, is clear now, and I can’t see it the way I did in the forest because I’m no longer battling the spell trying to bind it.
“It’s your turn!” I bounce at him, grab his hand in excitement, and yank him a little, dying to see he’s now unleashed whatever it is. Maybe he might have Sierra’s blue glow, which would be totally cool, and perhaps a bit of a turn-on, but Colton shakes his head at me. Despite my juvenile attempts to haul him up with zero success.
“I don’t even know what gifts I should have, so maybe that can await my mother waking up. Baby, it’s late. Can we please sleep before I pass out and wake up in a tornado because you get carried away with being able to move things with your mind?” Colton tugs me back to him, despite my slight protest, and I fall against his chest and nestle in the crook of his arm. Relenting when his warm touch reminds me of how good it is to be held by him, and I exhale noisily. Huffing because I just found I have a new toy, and ‘daddy’ Colton is telling me to put it away and go to bed.
“We still have so much to figure out and do. We have all the time in the world and a minimum of two days before my mom might wake up. Can we concentrate on us, and this, for now, and sleep? God, I need sleep. In case I didn’t mention, I haven’t slept all that much since you left, and when I did, I dreamed about you and woke up feeling like shit. One good night with you in my bed might be the difference between a good day tomorrow and me strangling you to death for keeping me awake till stupid o’clock.” He mockingly catches me by the throat, gently squeezes while smiling at me, and gets a scowl in response to the pretend threat, his eyes half-open. He looks exhausted.
“Nice. So romantic and loving. Is this what marking you brings out?” I point out with sass and get mauled with kisses scattered across my eyes and forehead for the effort. He drags me into the sheets, hauling us down to lie flat, and brings me back to my previous snuggled-up position in his arms, where he has my nose against his, except this time in a vice grip, so I can’t go anywhere.
“My Luna, you’re mine. We have so much shit still to get through and deal with. Let’s just sleep on it and see what tomorrow brings. You aren’t just Alora Dennison of the long-forgotten Whyte pack anymore. You’re Luna Alora Santo, my mate, my heart, my soul, and we have an entire pack relying on us to get through whatever storm is coming our way. We will need to answer so many questions over the next few days. We also need to present you to your pack. You’re one of us now.” That voice of reason and a reminder that this little bubble of ours exists only in this room. There is a bigger world out there and issues we have yet to face.
“You’re right. It’s easy to forget the threats when it seems so safe in here with you. Your mom, the attacks, the future. It’s all still so unclear, except for this one thing. We’re never going to be torn apart again. I love you.” I relinquish the fight and slide my arms around him as best I can while lying on my side. Curling up against him, skin to skin, and close my eyes to absorb how good he feels. No awkwardness, no strange residual embarrassment from having sex for the first time. Just this connection and a sense of home that he gives me make me feel like everything will be okay as long as he is by my side. We can face whatever is coming together with the pack and with whatever gifts we just released.
“I love you more. You’re home, and I intend to keep you by my side forevermore.” Colton kisses me on the forehead before snuggling in close, and the heavy exhale signals he’s done with talking and looking to sleep with his mate in his arms.
For the first time, on the first day of our future lives, truly together.