Witch in wolf's clothing - Namaari

Chapter 64: Mark Me

Kaynim deepens the kiss for a moment longer, his lips firm yet soft against mine. But then, just as I lose myself completely, he pulls back slightly, his lips lingering near my ear.

“You’re irresistible,” he murmurs, his voice husky, filled with raw need. I meet his gaze in the mirror, my chest rising and falling rapidly as the intensity in his eyes sends a thrill through me. His touch becomes bolder as he feels with one hand how wet I already am, and his other hand glides over my hip, pulling me closer, as if he needs to feel every inch of me.

“Kaynim,” I whisper breathlessly, the sound of his name like a plea I can’t hold back. He lets out a low growl, and my eyes close as his lips brush down the column of my throat, planting kisses that grow more urgent with each passing second.

“I want you to see what you do to me. Look in the mirror, Princess.” He commands softly, his voice a seductive growl that sends heat pooling through my body.

Our eyes lock in the mirror as I obey. The intensity in his eyes steals my breath, his raw desire evident in every flicker of movement. A soft, metallic clink catches my attention, and I realize he’s undoing his belt. The sound of the leather sliding through the loops sends a shiver down my spine, anticipation coiling tight in my stomach. My breath hitches as I hear the faint rasp of his zipper and the soft rustle of fabric.

The moment his pants hit the floor, pooling at his feet, the air between us seems to thrum with energy. My pulse pounds in my ears as his hands move to my hips again, possessive and steady, pulling me back against him. He slides one hand up my body, tracing the curve of my waist before settling just beneath my ribs. His other hand ventures lower, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

“You feel that, don’t you?” he grunts, his voice thick with need while the tip of his c**k is teasing my p***y entrance. “That’s what you do to me, Namaari.” And with that, he slams his c**k deep inside me, making me scream his name while my eyes close again. A jolt runs through me, making my knees threaten to buckle.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror,” he commands, his voice low but firm. I shiver, as his words send a rush of heat through me. In the mirror, I see the tension in his jaw, the way his chest rises and falls with every labored breath.

One hand steadying my hip while the other tangles in my hair, tilting my head just enough to expose my neck. His lips curve into a faint smirk, as he pulls his big hard c**k almost outside of me, my wetness covering his entire shaft, and then slams his c**k back deep into my cunt, making me gasp.

His lips find my neck again, his kisses growing more urgent, more demanding. “I want to watch you fall apart,” he growls, the words vibrating against my skin. “I want you to see how stunning you look when you’re mine.”

Kaynim pulls my hair back tighter and starts to drill me. I moan and cry, almost animalistic, the sounds escaping before I can stop it, my reflection betraying the flush creeping up my cheeks. His hand explores me with reverence and possession, all while slamming in and out of my needy dripping wet p***y.

The intensity builds with every breath, every touch, and I grip the edge of the sink for support, trying to ground myself in the overwhelming sensations. He leans forward, his chest pressed firmly to my back, his lips grazing my ear. “You’re mine,” he growls possessively, his voice filled with a mix of lust, love and longing.

“Yes,” I gasp, barely able to form the words as I’m consumed by the moment. “I’m yours.”

Kaynim’s hands move to my waist, his grip tightening as his pace quickens. The sound of our shared pleasure fills the air. His lips find my neck again, as he murmers, “I never want to lose you again.” I feel his teeth elongate as his control slips.

"Kaynim!" I cry out, overwhelmed by the rush of euphoria as his mark takes hold. The bond between us flares to life, a connection so deep and powerful that it feels like we’re one. My entire body trembles as I lose myself in him completely, unable to hold back the waves of ecstasy.

Kaynim’s growl vibrates against my skin as he finishes inside me, his body pressed against mine in perfect unity. Slowly, he withdraws, and I can feel his hot c*m dripping down my leg. His breath is heavy as he rests his forehead against my shoulder.

The room falls into a hushed stillness, broken only by the sound of our labored breathing. My reflection stares back at me in the mirror, flushed and glowing, but the expression on Kaynim’s face draws my attention. His brow is furrowed, his mouth slightly agape as he steps back, fumbling to pull his pants back into place.

I turn, frowning as I pull the towel back around me, draping it tightly. “Kaynim? What is it?”

His eyes search mine, a flicker of something—shock? disbelief?—crossing his features. He draws in a sharp breath, his voice breaking the tense silence. “You’re a witch?”

My heart drops. His words hit me like a cold splash of water, the bliss from moments ago replaced by a growing dread.

“What do... I mean... I…" I stammer, my voice trembling as I struggle to find the words.

Kaynim shakes his head slightly, his eyes fixed on mine, almost as if he can see right through me. “Don’t lie to me, Namaari,” he says, his voice low, yet carrying a weight that makes my stomach churn. “I can feel it through the mate bond now. You’re a witch.”

I feel my breath hitch, and my heart beats faster. I want to say something, but nothing comes out, nothing that will make this better. Kaynim’s gaze pierces into me, his eyes dark and searching. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice is not filled with anger, but with hurt, raw and unfiltered, and somehow, that makes it worse.

I swallow hard, turning away slightly, unable to bear the look in his eyes. “You’d have been mad,” I manage to say, my voice cracking. “You only want me now because you found out I’m your mate. If I had told you before, you’d have kicked me out—sent me back to my pack before this bond ever formed.”

Kaynim shakes his head, his jaw clenched. “First of all, this is your pack now,” he says, his tone firm, filled with the authority of an Alpha. “You’re my mate, you’re my brothers’ mate, our Luna. And second, I’ve had a thing for you since the very first moment I laid eyes on you.”

I open my mouth to respond, but he doesn’t give me the chance. “Do you remember when we were still in school? When one of my so-called friends called you a slut in the aula? I gave him a bloody nose outside, right after lunch. And that wasn’t all. When I heard from my brothers that Alaric said during training that you should just ‘spread your legs…,’ I beat him down after the session and warned him to stay the hell away from you.”

Kaynim’s voice becomes more intense, his eyes never leaving mine. “Even later, when I knew you were my mate but we weren't close yet, when I heard one of the warriors, Hugo, said something about 'exploring your mouth,’ I put him and his friends through a month of hell during training. I’ve always cared for you, Namaari. Even before I knew we were mates.”

I blink, trying to process his words, but all I can feel is an overwhelming wave of guilt and sadness. He steps closer, his voice softening, the frustration fading, replaced by something deeply vulnerable. “I love you, Namaari. But it hurts, knowing that you think so little of me that you couldn’t tell me—couldn’t trust me with this part of you. That you had to hide a part of yourself from me all this time. I’ve failed you as a mate.”

He takes a breath, and I see the pain in his eyes. “I understand if you prefer my brothers over me, that’s one thing. But that you couldn’t trust me... that stings.”

He takes a step back, his eyes still locked on mine. “I’ll give you some space to rest,” he says quietly. “I’ll have food brought to your room. If you need anything, just call me. I’ll be… in my room.” His voice cracks slightly on the last words, and then he turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

I stand there, my heart breaking, watching him leave. The silence of the room closes in on me, and I feel a deep, aching emptiness. Tears blur my vision, and all I can think of is how wrong I was—how I hurt my own mate.

Kaynim’s POV

The hot water of the shower did little to clear my thoughts, but at least it was something to keep me from thinking for a few minutes. Now, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I make my way to the bed, my mind still replaying everything that happened with Namaari.

I sigh, dropping down onto the edge of the bed, running a hand through my damp hair. It’s then that I hear Kaino intruding into my thoughts, his voice calm but insistent. “You need to go to her. I want to comfort our mate. You feel it just like I do—the sadness she’s been carrying all night. She’s not even at full strength yet after everything she’s gone through. You saw the state she came back in… Honestly, I’m amazed she still had energy for, well, you know, to fuck.”

I let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. “I don’t feel right about how I left things either. It hurts knowing she’s hurting.” My chest tightens just thinking about it. “But I’m hurt too,” I admit, feeling Kaino’s frustration mix with my own emotions. “And…” I hesitate, my voice dropping. “Honestly, I don’t even know if she really wanted me to mate and mark her… or if it was just because of her heat. What if she regrets it now? Maybe giving her some space is better. I should probably wait for my brothers to come back to comfort her instead.”

Kaino growls softly, clearly displeased, but before he can push further, there’s a knock on the door. I stiffen, the scent of my mate hitting me almost instantly.

I stare at the door, my heart pounding as it opens slightly. I see Namaari standing in the hallway, her expression hesitant. She looks at me for a second before she speaks, her voice soft, “Can I come in?”

I nod, swallowing hard as she steps in and closes the door behind her. She’s clearly been crying—her eyes are puffy—but there’s something about her now, in that short black lace nightdress, that makes her look incredible. Ravishing, even. I swallow again, trying to stay composed, but I know my gaze gives me away. My eyes travel up, meeting hers again, guilt pooling in my chest.

“I’m sorry,” I start, my voice filled with regret. “Sorry for leaving you like that and making you feel so sad…”

But Namaari stays where she is, her hands clasped behind her back, and she shakes her head slightly. “I should be the one saying sorry,” she says, her voice stronger now, her eyes locking onto mine. “I shouldn’t have kept something so big a secret… at least, not for so long. Once I knew you guys were my mates, I should’ve told you.”

She takes a deep breath, her gaze softening as she continues. “When I first came to this pack, I used a spell to block the mate bond—so neither of us could feel it. But even then, I had a suspicion, because I felt drawn to you and your brothers despite everything. And when I came back years later, I used another spell, so you wouldn’t sense that I was your mate.”

She hesitates, her voice turning quieter. “I’m sorry for hiding that I’m a witch. I think I was just… afraid of being rejected. I didn’t mean any harm. But still, I’m truly sorry.”

The silence stretches between us, a heavy intensity that hangs in the air. I watch her, taking in her sincerity, her vulnerability. And then I smirk, deciding to break the tension with something a bit lighter. “Well, if you wanted me to be speechless, showing up in that outfit definitely worked.”

Namaari's lips curl into a small, playful smile at my words. “I thought you might like my outfit,” she teases, her voice soft but filled with a flirtatious lilt.

She takes a few steps closer, and her expression turns more serious, her eyes locking onto mine. “But tonight… it hurt me, Kaynim. Hearing you think that I love you any less than your brothers. It’s just that the dynamic between us are a bit different, it’s intense, and it always has been. It is… passion.” Her eyes soften, filled with honesty.