Chapter 60

Xaden’s POV

“Mine,” my wolf growled in my head as he fought for control. I struggled against him; he’d never been this feral before. I’ve made love to Anila plenty of times, but this was the first that my wolf fought for dominance. He was done waiting for our mate; he wanted to mark her as his, especially now that she was 19 and close to her first shift.

He wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Seeing the struggle within my eyes, Anila knew just what to say to calm me. But my wolf was still feral and demanding that we mark her as ours. I didn’t want to take that step with her just yet; especially because I promised her, we would wait a while.

She ran her fingers down my cheek, making warmth attack my flesh like I was in some kind of heater. Seeing her in that blue dress at the party was torture; especially when I could smell her desires for me. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her for most of the night and I wanted to bury myself in her and I didn’t care who watched us.

But I at least had enough self-control to wait until after the party and to get her somewhere private. But now that we were alone, my self-control was quickly dispersing, and my wolf was adamant about what he wanted. He wasn’t always vocal, but tonight, he wouldn’t shut the fuck up and he wasn’t fighting back with everything inside of him.

“Let go,” Anila whispered into my ear, and then she nibbled on it gently. I knew I was a goner from that moment on and I conquered her lips with mine.

My wolf was at the surface; he had completely taken over and all I could think about was claiming her as my own. I attacked her lips first, taking them into my mouth and sucking on them like they were sweet pieces of candy. She tasted so good; I could taste the butterscotch liquor still on her lips, but it was more than that. It was that with the mix of Anila’s natural taste. The taste and scent that caused my wolf to become so feral.

Her arousal wafted into around room and made my cock twitch eagerly within my boxers. The only thing I had was my boxers and even that was too much. I didn’t want any barriers between me and my mate; I wanted to bury myself in her and feel every inch of myself deepening with each breath she took.

I kissed down the nape of her neck, my wolf growing eager the closer we got to her sweet spot. I kissed that spot gently at first and the arching of her back along with the moan that escaped her lips made me kiss her even harder and I brought a part of her flesh into my mouth, sucking and nibbling on her. Goosebumps formed on her flesh, and she trembled from my touch.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Right there. Keep doing that.”

That was all the permission my wolf needed because before I knew what was happening, I was tasting her blood on my tongue. My canines had sunk into her, and I knew it had hurt her when her breathing hitched, and her body stilled. But my wolf didn’t care, he buried his canines into her soft and delicate flesh, lapping up the blood that came out of her.

I was so sure she would push me off and run for the hills. I thought she would freak out because I had just marked her as my own. But she didn’t run. Her body relaxed and she wrapped her arms around me as I pulled my canines out of her. My wolf settled back into my mind and allowed me control once again.

I looked down at the mark on her, which had stopped bleeding after I licked it a few times. It was my mark. It was a beautiful mark. She now smelled like me and others who want her will see that she is already claimed.

“You marked me…”

She didn’t sound accusatory or angry; it didn’t even sound like a question. She stared up at me in wonder and she used her thumb to wipe away the little bit of blood still in the corner of my lips. I closed my eyes from her touch and leaned into her.

“I marked you,” I confirmed. “You are mine, Anila Montgomery.”

Before she could say anything, my lips slammed into hers. She kissed me back, just as hungrily as her hands explored me. I kissed down her chest, teasing her nipples with my teeth and tongue, loving the sounds of her moans as I pleased her. I smiled as I ran my tongue down her torso and positioned myself between her legs.

She was so beautiful, and she smelled so good. I kissed the insides of her legs, and she willingly widened them, beckoning me to taste her. Her juices ran down her inner thighs and my mouth watered from the sight.

I didn’t keep her waiting for long; I couldn’t help myself. I buried my face in her core, lapping up all the juices that escaped her, selfishly wanting it for myself. She sucked in a sharp breath when my tongue started to draw circles around her clit. It pulsated and swelled from my touch, and I knew she was close to exploding.

“Xaden!” She moaned my name as she released her pleasures all over me and I licked every drop from between her delicate folds.

I ran my kisses up her torso and concurred her mouth once again. She kissed me eagerly, shoving her tongue into my mouth and slipping it down my throat. She was tasting herself on me no doubt and that turned me on even more.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I didn’t waste any time in burying my manhood deep into her.

“Fuck, you are so warm,” I whispered against her ear as I thrust my hips against hers.

Her core tightened around my cock, swelling from the pleasure and oozing with desire. I loved the feeling of it tightening around me, fitting and forming like it was created for me and me alone.

I switched our positions so she could be on top, and I played with her nipples as she bounced against me, her moans getting louder as she threw her head back. I gripped her hips, forcing her to go faster and harder, wanting to hit every spot of hers that made her go wild.

I could feel myself swelling inside of her and my cock twitched from the sensation. I knew I was, as was she.

With a final gasp, her legs began to tremble, and her entire body shook as she released herself on my manhood. That was enough for me to reach my climax as well and soon, I was exploding inside as if it was my birthright.

She collapsed on top of me, nothing bothering to remove my manhood from her core. We remained connected, fighting to catch our breath. She ground her hips against mine again and I moaned at the seductive movements, my cock growing hard again.

I gripped her hips firmly in my hands and helped quicken her movements.

“I don’t want to stop,” she whispered in my ear. “Something inside of me needs… no… craves more of you.”

I kissed her lips, silencing her words and I let her continue her movements until we came undone again. And again…… and again.

This went on until the sun rose and we were both too tired. We fell asleep holding one another and still connected.

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Anila’s POV

My body was thrumming when I woke up. Xaden was still fast asleep, and he was still inside of me when I came through. I lifted my head. I was laying on his chest and my legs were wrapped firmly around his waist, not wanting to let go of our mate. But I knew I had to remove myself from him before we continued our lovemaking.

We made love so many times last night that I actually lost count of how many orgasms I had. His manhood slid out of me as I slid off him; the dried remnants of his seed on my inner thighs and the ghost of him could be felt with each movement I made.

I went to the infirmary doctor last week and they helped me get on the pill; they told me to wait a week and it should start taking effect. Apparently, medication affects shifters differently than they do humans. But just in case, I rummaged through his drawers to grab a plan B pill. I wasn’t taking chances. That was too intense.

I got out of bed and placed the pill on my tongue as I went into the kitchen; I didn’t bother getting dressed. I liked the feeling of being naked around my mate; I didn’t need to feel ashamed about my body around him and I never felt self-conscious around him.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and took a long sip of it, washing the pill down my throat.

I drank about half the water before I felt a strong pair of arms around my waist, pulling me close to a warm and inviting torso.

“Well, isn’t this a sight,” Xaden whispered in my ear.

I smiled as I peeked up at him, kissing his jaw.

“I worked up a thirst,” I told him, flirtatiously. “I had quite the workout last night.”

He laughed and then he kissed a part of my neck that made me wince. I felt a sting in that place, but it soothed when his lips softened on the spot, and he took me in. I reached my hand up and touched my tender flesh.

Soon, the memory of last night flooded into my mind and I gasped.

Holy hell.

Xaden marked me and claimed me as his.