I had to admit that I was surprised with just how quickly she was catching onto her instinctual needs. The way she had begged me earlier had nearly been my undoing, but I refused to hurt her if I could avoid it. She had accepted not only me, but her wolf, and all that came with it. Giving me her claiming mark had made me completely lose my ability to hold back, my seed shooting deep within her tight chamber.
I remembered watching her throw that pill, that her mom had left, in the garbage. Knowing that she had no hesitation to having a child with me had been enough push for me to finish the claiming process. Now we were marked for each other for life. No one else would ever be enough for either of us. I would be able to feel her in a way that I had never felt another before, her heart, her mind, we were linked forever. If something bothered her, I would know, and she would know as well for me. I had explained that back at alpha Travis' house, but I wasn't sure she would be ready for it. So, I was surprised when her fangs broke through the skin and muscle of my shoulder. I hadn't mentioned that the claim mark could be anywhere, but that didn't really matter, because I now had her mark on me. I would feel her within me wherever I went.
I began to feel a level of exhaustion that I had never felt before, like my body was ready to fall, but I forced myself through it.
As I eased my dick out of her, while still half-erect, she groaned, and part of me wanted to go back in, despite the tiredness I felt.
She clearly felt the exhaustion as well, judging by the hooded look of her eyes. She leaned her forehead against my chest, her breathing taking a moment to settle before she looked up at me again.
She smiled brightly despite the tiredness "That was intense. Is it always going to be like that?"
"God, I hope so" I smiled back.
I felt the wound healing on my shoulder, leaving the pale lines that would always be my reminder of her mark, as if the essence I felt within me weren't enough.
I helped her off of the counter, not caring that I still wasn't wearing anything. Shifters weren't really known for our insecurity with nudity, but I felt some level of it, knowing that she wasn't naked with me. I wanted to see all of her skin, not just the parts that weren't covered by the purple fabric. However, if she was also naked, I would probably lose all control and probably push her way past any of her limits. And I didn't want her to pass out again. While logic said that I was over thinking, I didn't want to imagine her sleeping for as long as she had on our first night. Besides, we had to act on our plans tonight, or it might be too late.