Twice marked by the lycan King

chapter 5 - Marked

Amara's POV

My fingers trembled and fell all over the laces at my back. The dress came undone finally after slipping several times. It dropped from my shoulders. Immediately the cool room hit my skin, and my n*****s hardened up. I shoved the dress off lower, past my breasts. My breasts moved with the fabric as I took off the garment. Draven stood across the room, still watching me. I flushed crimson, but I could not stop. The slip pooled around my feet. I was now left only with the thin fabrics of underwear. I pushed them down, putting my thumbs into the waistband. I stepped out of them completely naked. There only grew a small tuft of hair slightly above my v****a. I crossed my arms over my chest to cover up, but I knew he was staring.

Draven raised himself from the chair. He was so much taller than me, blocking out a portion of the light. He had not put on any shirt and his wide muscular chest stood tall. He walked slowly over, step after step. My heart just leaped about with beats in my chest, "please, don't," I whispered.

There was otherwise no change in him. He closed his fingers around my wrist and, this time firmly, not harshly, forced my arm away from my body, and without so much as speaking a word, led me to bed.

"Is this your first time?" he asked. His gaze remained set on my breasts.

"Yes," I stammered through a gulp. A lump clogged my throat. “I…I have never been with a man.” I replied as if it would make him change his mind.

“Good.” He smirked.

He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the bed. The sheets felt cold on my back. I found him standing above me. My breaths quickened with fear. He got on the bed. His hands started on my shoulders and moved on slowly down to my arms. I got shivers. Whether from the cold or his touch, I couldn't tell.

"You're mine now," Draven said in a low voice. It sounded cold. His hand stopped at the waist.

I wanted to escape, but there was no way for my body to move away from that bed. His hand pushed up to my breast and gently squeezed it. His thumb flicked over my n****e, making it harder. A small sound escaped my lips. He squeezed it a little and rolled the n****e between his fingers. It felt good, although I had to admit it scared me. That feeling mixed with the fear only made the heat and sudden ache I felt in my v****a become worse.

My belly started warming, moving down. My body was responding, even against my will. He lowered himself and put his mouth at my neck just under the ear. The press of his lips was too firm. My back lifted off the bed a little. That felt damn good and I hated it. "Stop," I said softly. My voice did not sound strong.

He moved down my skin, from my stomach to my thigh. He separated my legs slowly. At first, I let him. He remained even holding my hip to keep it steady.

His fingers touched the outside of my p***y. I was already wet. He spread the lips and used his thumb on my c**t. He rubbed it in circles. My hips moved up on their own. His other hand came in. His fingers played at my entrance. He slid one finger inside, slow and deep. I made a moaning sound. It surprised me. I still felt some fear, but the heat inside was getting stronger.

"Tight," Draven said harshly. He slipped in the second finger. It rolled into the stretched cavity.

He kept rubbing my c**t. His eyes stayed on mine. They looked cold but focused. I grabbed the sheets hard. My body shook. His mouth went to my n****e and sucked it. His teeth touched it lightly. His tongue went over the other one. It felt wet. Everything hit at once-his fingers moving in and out, his mouth on my breasts, and his thumb on my c**t. The fear went away more with each push of his hand.

The good feeling got stronger. I got wetter. I breathed hard and said, "Oh god." He curled his fingers and hit that spot that made my eyes close tight. Then he kissed me. His lips pressed hard on mine. His tongue made its way into my mouth. I kissed him back. Now I wanted more. He pulled his fingers out. I made a sound because I missed them. He got up and threw his pants off.

His c**k sprung out: Hard; thick; veined; at the tip, some liquid, and it looked as big as the rest of it. Then I was scared again. How would it fit? But my p***y tightened like it wanted it.

Draven moved up in between my legs. He rubbed his c**k along the slit of my wet p***y. "Ready?" he asked. His voice stayed cold.

I nodded. No words came from my mouth. One inch by inch. Slowly. I felt like it was stretching me even up to the end of his length. I made the loudest sound yet, but it hurt a little and felt good at the same time.

He began to move. He pulled out and went back in hard. He did it again and again. His hips hit mine. I moaned. He made a low sound too.

He kept going deep and steady. His hands were on my hips, then in my hair. The good feeling built up inside me. No more fear, just need. His thrusts got faster. His every plunge went deep.

"Good girl," Draven said gruffly.

I came hard. My p***y squeezed around him over and over. My body shook. He finished through it. His c**k pulsed, and I felt his c*m inside me. Then his teeth bit my neck hard, marking me as his mate.

I was marked