Within a split second, she is up in the air with him carrying her bridal style, his own plate of food forgotten and his hunger is directed to the girl in his arms. The word 'yours' affected Chilve a lot, and he feels like he might not be able to stop himself from marking her permanently if she keeps being this needy for him. Still, he needs to satisfy her right now to prove that he is the best mate she could ever have, and with his long legs he exits the dining hall, carrying her all the way back to his bedroom. Kicking the door open, he enters and puts her down on the bed after kicking the door again to make it close, and his mouth is on hers again, kissing and savoring her taste while his hand instinctively reaches for one of her breast, and she moans when he applies some pressure on her nipple which is surprisingly hard.
She blushes hard when her hand brushes over an obvious huge tent on the front of his pants, where she starts thinking how huge he is, but gets her question forgotten when his hand slips inside her clothes and now rubbing her breast directly without any clothing as a shield, making her moan harder from how good and erotic the touch provides. Feeling a little tingly at her lower abdomen, her hand unconsciously goes down to investigate, only to have Chilve's hand beating her to the target first.
"W-a-wait!" Jolting from the sudden intrusion down below, she breaks the kiss and the albino raises his hand to let her stare, and she blushes when she sees it's glistening with liquid, "someone's enjoying this. You sure you don't want me to continue?"
"You're teasing me, right? I doubt I'm your only intimate partner you ever hav-" he pushes her down to the bed, making her scream from the sudden push and is now lying down with him caging her in. He looks mad from how furrowed his brows are, and before Lune can retort back with something witty, he explains, "I will have you, and only you. There's no one else for me to do this with. You better take responsibility if I can't stop right now."
She knows she would definitely be having her everything shown to him with how dangerous his eyes look, the blue orbs shining like something in the ocean blinking and waiting to be discovered by sailors, only to get drowned by a siren. Yet, if it's Chilve, Lune is willing to get drowned to the depths of the sea, never to be seen again as long as she gets to own him as much as he owns her.
Though will it hurt? How does one enjoy their first time without getting awkward about inexperience and drawing blood? He seems huge from her estimation after touching it earlier, so will he even fit her? Will she do anything wrong and make him get turned off by her?
He senses her hesitation just from her eyes, and Chilve finally softens before reconfirming again, "I'm not going to push you if you're not ready. I will not even mark you before you're actually ready for this."
Before she can say whatever that is on her mind, he moves away to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, and he shakes his head, "I can tell you're not exactly mentally prepared. Well, I will try my best not to mark you until you nod and the council is persuaded."
"The council-?"
"As an alpha's mate, you will have authority over the pack as well as the second in command, thus it is important that the whole pack acknowledge you to be one before the alpha can officially mark and mate you."
More questions from his explanation, and before she can ask further since her lust is long forgotten, he stands up and starts walking out from the room, "rest up. I will sleep in another room."
"But this is your room."
"Do you think I can stop myself from claiming you if we sleep together? Hmmm?" There's truth and logic in his words, considering most werewolves will not even hesitate in claiming their mate once they felt right about it, so it's taking Chilve a great deal of effort not to pounce at her like earlier, "it's fine, let me go cool myself down with some cold water. Good night Lune."
She lets him exit the room without stopping him.
Sighing, she plops down on the bed and she wonders if she will hesitate again like earlier even if they are going to be officially tie the knot-
'Wait, why do I even think of getting together with him already?!' Frustrated with herself about how easy she looks to Chilve, she swears to herself that she will make things difficult before letting him do whatever he wants to her physically.
Though something's amiss right now. Lune feels hot and bothered at the spots Chilve touched her earlier, and her hand goes towards her breast and starts groping it, moaning from the realization that his hand is so much larger than hers, making it easier for him to grope and rub them however he wants without her flesh spilling out from the fingers. She knows she is not exactly large here, but at least she is considered well endowed in this department compared to other females that she has been meeting in her travels.
When her face hits the pillows on the bed after making a turn, she can smell Chilve from these fabrics, since she recognizes the smell from their hug and close proximity earlier, which makes her even more aroused from the imagination that he is hugging her with this strong smell.
Well, Lune needs some practicing anyway, for preparations to be one with the albino, since she will be glad to have her first be given to him. The other hand that is not occupied with the task of groping her breast goes straight down, and when she starts rubbing her folds, she blushes from how damp her inners are right now.
"Just a few more strokes, and I will get some sleep."