Marcus
I thought I would have to die to feel Ellie's kiss again. Two hundred years I've been drowning and now, she's here. Breathing life into my lungs. Her kiss tells me how hungry she is for me but she has no idea how I've starved for her.
My beautiful mate.
No time, not even death, could weaken the bond between us. Even if she doesn't remember me in her mind; her heart, her soul, her spirit, her body, it all recognizes me. I could see how her pupils dilated, swallowing her emerald orbs when I spoke of mates. Smell her desire. It's been so long since I've smelled that delicious aroma. Swirling around me with her own scent of vanilla and amber, it made my mouth water. Oh how badly, I want to take her. Sink my teeth into the markings of my mark, that shone a lovely hue of white against her skin. Her heat pressed against my bulge, she rocked forward and I hissed against her lips. She felt me grow harder and did it again. A sweet sound rolled off her tongue onto mine. My hips bucked on their own accord, I had to hear that sound again. I stood with her arms around my neck, I wrapped her legs around my waist and walked to her bedroom, gently laying her on the bed.
I break our kiss, letting her catch her breath and allowing myself a moment to just look at her. Her black hair splayed against the comforter, her eyes as black as my own with desire, her skin flushed and hot. My goddess, she looks divine. I can't wait another second to feel her lips again. Our tongues wrestle for dominance, and I nearly purr when she submits to me. She pulls me closer, clawing at me like she's trying to dig herself into my skin. She has no idea how deeply imbedded into me she is.
I trail kisses down her neck, stopping where my mark lied beautifully against the crook of her neck. The night I marked her as mine I could never forget. She was so beautiful. So ethereal and unlike anything I'd seen. When we were pups, I thought I will never find anything like her and it proved to be true, even after three hundred and fifty years. I licked the marks and she moaned loudly. The sound made me painfully hard. I wanted to mark her again, buried deep inside her wet heat and my canines sunken into those pretty marks.
"Marcus." Ellie breathed as her fingers ran through my hair. Her nails scratching my scalp sending a shiver down my spine. I groaned.
She gasped against my lips as I ripped the shirt she was wearing, the shreds of cloth falling to the side of her, exposing her lovely breasts to me. Her pert, pink nipples calling to me. I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to. I ached for a taste. I take her nipple in my mouth and listen to her moan at the sensation. I lick and suck her peaks, tweaking its twin as I lavish her breasts with my mouth. Her moans drive me crazy, it's been too long since I've heard her cry in pleasure. Now that I finally have her, I want to make her sing.
"Marcus, please." She pleads in that breathy, sultry voice that makes me shiver. I trail my lips between her breasts, down her stomach, to the juncture between her thighs. Her desire is soaking through her leggings, the scent of it forces a growl to rumble from my chest.
I lick the wet fabric covering her womanhood, and I groan at how delicious she still tastes. She bucks her hips against my face, her body begging for me. I can't deny my mate, my Luna. I'm already weak, desperate for her, and those lovely sounds she's making snap my self-control like a rubber band. I grip the fabric covering her sex and rip, the smell of her arousal hits me like a truck and I feel deliciously drunk on her essence. Her panties are soaked, they'll have to go. I rip the offending cloth from her body and dive in like a starving man.
"Marcus!" She cries, bucking her hips against my mouth as my tongue rediscovers her nether lips. She tastes just as sweet as she smells. Goddess, I could survive on her essence alone. I lap up her sweet honey as it drips from her petals. Ellie moans and her hands find my hair, her delicate fingers combing through my locks, scratching my scalp and holding me against her. I'd happily stay trapped between her thighs if she wished. I slip my tongue inside her channel and can feel her walls tighten around me. She's getting close.
"Marcus … something's happening … " her thighs start to shake with her impending orgasm.
"It's okay, baby. Let go. Let me feel you cum all over my face." I barely recognize my own voice. It's dark and husky, deep with my own arousal. I double down on my efforts, dying to swallow her release. I suck on her little nub and she detonates. I swallow her release and moan as it drips down my chin. Her thighs tremble and lock on the sides of my head and her mouth agape with a silent scream. She tastes exactly like I remembered. The sweetest fruit.
I crawl up her body, settling my hips between her legs, my bulge pressing against her sensitive folds and I take her lips. She moans as our tongues dance together, tasting herself on my tongue and lips.
"I need more." She wraps her legs around my waist, "Please, Marcus. I want you, make me yours."
I couldn't tell her she was already mine. She will always be mine, as I will always belong to her.
"Mark me."
Goddess, those words. Just when I didn't think I could get harder. I wanted it more than I needed my next breath. Tasting her wasn't enough. I needed my mate.
I can feel my canines slowly start to sharpen.
'It is too soon.'
An ethereal voice whispers in my ears. It's not Ellie.
'She's not ready.'
It speaks again and I nearly freeze. The Moon Goddess.
'She must learn on her own. If you rush her, her mind may be lost.'
The very same words she spoke to me in a dream. The night I found Ellie screaming in the woods.
I break our kiss and push away from Ellie, holding myself above her to look at her. Her black hair splayed messily against the white comforter. Her eyes black with lust, swallowing the emerald orbs I fell in love with 350 years ago. Her skin flushed, her exposed chest rising and falling fast. My mate is so beautiful, but …
"I-can't," I force out through gritted teeth.
I watch as hurt fills her eyes and it guts me.
"You … don't want to?" She says slowly in a small voice.
"No, no baby." I place a hand on her cheek, "Ellie, you don't understand."
"Then make me understand." Her voice has a hard edge. Sharp like a blade.
"I'm barely able to control myself, baby. I want you more than you can understand but I just can't. Not yet." Not until she remembers.
"It's because of your mate. Right?"
I wish I could tell her that she is my mate. That I've loved her since the moment I saw her 350 years ago. The moment I saw those emerald eyes, the second I found her scent, I belonged to her and only her. But I can't tell her the truth. Not yet.
"Ellie ..."
The lust in her eyes is replaced by hurt and anger. The gold is starting to shine through at the edge of her irises. She pushes against me.
"Get off of me."
I grip her hips trying to keep her still, "Ellie please."
"No, you think you can just do this to me, lead me on, make me feel things I've never felt just to reject me. Humiliate me? Fuck you, Marcus."
She has no idea how wrong she is, and while I can't tell her the truth right now, I refuse to let her think so low of herself. Of us. I grab her hands and pin them above her head, using my body to keep her in place.
"Listen to me, Ellie!" I command in my alpha voice. I've only used it with her a few times in our lifetime, never to try to gain authority over her, for she is an alpha like myself, but to try and keep her grounded. She stilled under me, her eyes wide. She's not scared, just surprised. She hasn't heard my alpha voice in a very long time and it has taken her by surprise. I take a deep breath, and speak again in a softer voice. "Please, don't think for a second that I don't want you. Or that you're less than what you are. You are everything to me, sweet Ellie." Her eyes soften, "A mate bond is eternal, Ellie. I'm barely holding on to my control right now, with your taste on my lips, your scent all over me, it's driving me crazy. I want nothing more than to bury myself so deep inside you that you couldn't even cut me out. I want to give you pleasure only I can give you. I want to stay in this bed for days, weeks, fucking you until you remember me." Her eyes dilate at my words and I can smell her arousal, I can't break right now. "But if I do, I could hurt you. I could damage you and I won't be able to fix you." Releasing her hands, I gingerly touch her cheek, hoping she could feel my love and the truth I speak, "I lost you once, I can't lose you again."
I meant every word. I was blessed with a second chance; I won't have a third. The Moon Goddess said she must learn the truth on her own. If I have to swallow the truth, remain a stranger to my mate to keep her and her mind safe, then I will do it.
She died in my arms and after two hundred years I found her, alive and oblivious. A miracle as much as a mystery. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. She gave me back my mate. And to think that today, if I didn't make it in time, I would've lost her once again.
She told me she was going to the market, but she didn't say anything about going to Garrison. If I had known, I wouldn't have let her go. Garrison is Northern territory. They must have caught her scent and known she was of the Western kingdom. I could understand their hatred for the West but Ellie wasn't the one responsible for what happened. The sight of them pinning my mate and friend filled me with a bloody rage I haven't felt in a long time. When I tasted her blood, I refused to grant them a quick death. They touched my mate. They hurt her. I'd kill them again if I could. I felt her distress from miles away. It was like a beacon, guiding me to her no matter the distance. And then her rage. It only made me run faster. I could tell my Ellie put up a fight. She held her own until I got there, even without use of her powers. Powers she doesn't know she has.
Damn those northerners.
I lean in until our foreheads touch. We did this every time we shared a special moment before she was killed. It was our way of saying, 'I'm here with you,'. She did it to my wolf form as well. It was instinct. She was starting to remember.
'She's not ready.'
But it was still too soon to tell her the truth.
Tears fell over her cheeks and I can feel the pressure in her chest. It's killing me too. I kiss her tears, her eyelids, I kiss her entire face until the tears stop. I hate seeing her cry.
"I'm so sorry, Marcus."
She has absolutely nothing to be sorry for. My sweet mate.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I wish I never forgot you … We could've had so much time together … but it's too late, isn't it?"
I hated that I couldn't take away her pain. I'm going to spend eternity loving this woman, even if it takes that long for her to remember us.
"It's never too late for us, Ellie. And I'll spend however long I need to prove that to you."
She gives me a small smile and her emerald eyes are filled with so much love, I can't help but kiss her. This kiss gentle, full of promises that I can't voice. I can only hope she can feel them in every touch of my lips.
I throw the shreds of her clothing to the floor, baring her to my completely. I scoop her up, lift the covers with one hand and lay us down in her bed. I hold her to my chest as I inhale her sweet scent. "You've had a long, strange day. You must rest." I whisper into her hair and I feel her body relax as she lays in my arms. The foot of the bed dips and I look over to see Koga making himself comfortable. He's a good pup. He protected Ellie even though he was outnumbered. He was small compared to them, but he had a wicked bite. A sense of pride filled me as I looked at him.
'Thank you for protecting her.' I say to him in a mind link. He may not be able to respond to me, but I wonder if he could hear me. He nods, confirming my suspicion. I've never heard of a were-pup that couldn't communicate through a mind-link or stuck in wolf form. I couldn't ask Ellie; she didn't know about the were kind until today. She doesn't even know her own biology. Nonetheless, he is important to Ellie and he helped save her life. As Alpha, I accept him as a member of my pack.
I can feel Ellie's breathing even out. I peek over to see her fast asleep. My mate must've been exhausted. I pull her closer to me and breathe in her scent.
"Sleep well, Princess." I whisper into her hair.
My eyes close as I let her breathing lull me to sleep.