Second chance love

S e v e n t e e n

Caleb looked straight into Holly’s eyes, breathing hard but trying to regain some form of composure. 

“Are you sure?” He asked. 

She looked up at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes as he waiting for her to respond. 

“I love you. Mark me, please,” she whispered, blushing slightly at her honest words. 

“I love you too,” Caleb growled, before leaning down and gently running his tongue along her jawline. He felt Holly tremble beneath him and his c**k hardened even more. He softly kissed her warm smooth neck down to her collarbone, and smiled at the soft moan she let out. 

In that moment, Caleb was blissfully happy. Forgotten was the Black Hart pack, forgotten was the horror of his pack’s last moments. Forgotten was anything but this moment, the feel of his mate beneath him, the sound of her deep breathing and gentle moans, and the strong need he felt to bury himself inside her and mark her as his. 

So that is what he did. 

***

“Wow”

“Yep!”

Caleb and Holly were laying on the bed, their legs still tangled together, both still trying to get their breathing steady again. 

“That was...”

“Yep!”

The newly marked lovers turned to face each other. 

“I thought it was good before!” Holly blushed slightly as Caleb giggled at her statement. 

She wasn’t wrong though, Caleb thought with a smile, it was incredible to mark and be marked, he felt a stir as he thought about it. Holly noticed and smirked. 

“Maybe the same can’t be said for you though? Since you seem to be wanting more?!” He paused, assessing her facial expression, before leaning in to touch his nose to hers. 

“With you, I’m always going to want more,” he breathed softly. She moaned softly and closed the gap further to kiss him. Before she could get there though, they both froze at the voice in their mind. 

“White Tide, this is your Alpha speaking. I need you all to prepare yourselves. We have enemies drawing close. The children must be escorted to the bunker with all the fully grown wolves who are not trained fighters. Those who are of age and trained fighters are to be ready in the training field in 10 minutes sharp.”

Holly’s eyes widened as Caleb’s narrowed. They looked at each other, unsure of how the other felt or what they were doing to do. Grabbing her by the back of the head he gave her a fierce kiss, full of unspoken emotions, before getting off the bed and running to the bathroom. Holly heard the shower turn on, and got herself out of bed too. She took a deep breath to steady herself, grabbed a pair of jogging bottoms from Caleb’s drawer, and her baggy hoodie from the night before last when she had had that strange dream. Her wolf reminded her of the words she heard. 

Beach hut. 

Sand.

High tide.

Thinking back, she couldn’t work out why the dream had upset her so much, but she had an irrational feeling in the pit of her stomach that it was something to do with the current situation. She heard the shower switch off and Caleb came through shortly after with a towel riding low on his hips. 

“Don’t look at me like that, I took the shower so I could stay focused, instead of smelling you on me!” 

Holly blushed, then headed to the bathroom herself. He was right, they smelt of s*x and mating and marking and s*x. Any wolf would know exactly how the pair had spent the last 48 hours with just a whiff! She hopped in for the quickest shower of her life, then threw the baggy clothes back on. No point in getting clean clothes, it was likely she would shift as soon as they hit the field anyway. She came out as Caleb pulled his tshirt over his head. 

“We are going to revisit that shower together as soon as we get back,” Caleb said, his eyes darkening with lust. He was a bit upset that she had been in there without him, the idea of her naked instantly made him want her again. He shook his head to refocus. This was not the time to be distracted by his heightened libido. She flashed him a huge smile and a wink, then headed out of the door. 

“The sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll be in there together,” she remarked, looking back over her shoulder to make sure that he was following her. 

Of course he was, he would follow her anywhere.