The Empath’s Pack

The Mark *Warning: Mature Content*

Alarick told Dawn he would drive after he had seen her door handle. She explained what had happened and apologized for her behavior toward Veta. Alarick handed her a green tea as they were talking. He hadn’t completely wrapped his head around the type of vampire she was, but made a mental note to ask Oedipus.

“You know you are taking this better than I thought.”

Had he? He thought he was barely holding it together. “You may be something I entirely don’t understand yet, but I know that if I don’t mark you... I just can’t lose you. I’m pretty sure this isn’t like any other mate bond.”

“You are right about that. I had heard it was strong, but not petrified strong.”

That was it. Petrified that was how he had felt ever since he had smelled her scent. It wasn’t that he had control like everyone said. It was that his control and emotions scarred him stiff. He had made sure not to touch her the whole ride to her home.

“Will this have to always be like this?”

Dawn turned to see the look on his face, “what?”

He swallowed even thinking about s*x made him hard. He had never felt like this. When he was younger, he thought himself broken. He never thought women were this attractive. He knew he was in to women, but he never felt hard for one. He never felt a s****l drive for anyone except this one. Alarick was losing control again. Dawn must have noticed, because she grasped his hand.

“Here let me take some of that away.”

He attempted to clear his thoughts, but even with her abilities it was getting worse. The longer she went unmarked, the more he was losing it. He didn’t know if the feeling was mutual.

“It is.”

He gasped in surprise, “did you just?”

She guiltily looked down, “sorry. It’s hard to keep in control. Your emotions are making it very hard to stay focused. I can’t even force my fangs back.”

He glanced at her. She was still the picture of perfection. Her eyes were glowing so brightly and her mouth couldn’t close. He noted that her already pale complexion looked like porcelain. She would probably look scary to most people, but it made his body respond so differently. As they pulled into the location, he noticed she was about to break the seat she was gripping so hard. He got out and ran to her side opening the door. He was lucky there were no neighbors around, because Dawn sped to the front door. She unlocked it and led him inside.

“Whoa you are the only one who lives here?”

She nodded, “I don’t want to be insensitive, but can we head up stairs. I might not be able to stop myself soon.”

He turned to her and nodded. She grabbed his hand and it seemed to burn his skin with the heat coming from her. He could feel some of his emotions returning as her control was slipping. He hadn’t realized how much she was taking from him. He should be dead. Why was his body so content with how much she was draining from him.

He turned to her, “you’ll be draining me the whole time?”

She looked at him. “Is some of it setting in?”

“I won’t be the same after this will I?”

“Well you won’t have an affinity for blood if that is what you are asking, but I do warn you our bond will be intense. We will be completely opened to one another. We will both be able to hear each other’s thought and communicate through them. I’ll know your emotions and you will know mine. You will have to drink from me though....or you could die. You won’t become a vampire though. My family can’t make vampires that way.”

Alarick had so many thoughts clicking into place. She wasn’t a normal vampire. She was a royal. He was mated to one of the strongest creatures he had come across. Dawn looked at him with anticipation. He may have had a moment of weakness as his body tensed, but he saw her looking up at him. It had eased his body and other things started to ignite within him. His body was taking over and he wouldn’t be able to stop anymore.

“You accept me?”

He was suddenly on her. She knew his answer. Her hands grabbed at his clothes and ripped them. He had followed suit. They were both naked and had tumbled back onto her bed. She could feel his hardened length on her thigh. Alarick noticed his body responding to not just her touch, but her abilities. His mind became a haze only focused on her. He reached a hand to her breast as his lips followed. He wanted to taste all of her. Dawn had moved her hands to his c**k and was stroking him. She couldn’t take the pressure and hadn’t notice she was whispering to him.

“Please, Alarick.”

His name on her tongue made him swell and he positioned himself at her entrance. He had felt the same need take him as he pushed deep inside her. He had never craved blood as a wolf, but something about hers was calling to him. He knew they were each other’s firsts and had made sure to thrust slowly as she got used to him. Dawn’s eyes lit up the room and he had assumed his eyes were glowing as well. She looked deep in his eyes as her teeth lengthened once more. He knew she was marking him. He had allowed his canines to follow suit and as his teeth sunk into her neck, he felt his c**k bury deep inside her.

*You have to drink me, my love.*

He felt a wave of her s****l desire fill him as he started to drink from her. She tasted so sweetly. He began to crave her in ways he didn’t know was possible. She was writhing beneath him. As she slid herself up and down his length, she had been draining him. He could feel that was release was coming fast, but his body didn’t want the pleasure to end. Dawn noticed that the bond was about to complete. She had an orgasm that was a rippling through her whole body. She released her fangs from his body at the same time as he had.

She arched her head back and felt him fill her. “Alarick! Oh God!”

His breathing was so loud. He reached his arms up and wrapped her close to him. His mate was so perfect. Alarick knew that the realization of what he had done would hit him hard after he came down from this high, but he couldn’t feel more fulfilled in anyway. He felt himself drift off with his mate wrapped in his embrace.