Braided Fate - A Werewolf Romance

You are Mine

(Aria POV) ** ADULT 18+ CONTENT**

      “You can’t leave me.” Mari growled, pushing me against the door. All of my breath pushed out of my lungs. Every bit of my skin was on fire.

       “Something is wrong, Mari. Our wolves keep saying it's the wrong time to mark me. It’s been months. I’m not supposed to be here.” I sobbed. Mari shook her head. She pressed a knee between my legs, forcing my legs open. Her left hand had my hands pinned above me easily. Her eyes were dark with emotion.

       “You are mine, Aria. I don’t know what our wolves are waiting for, but can’t you feel this?” She asked softly, using her right hand to brush along my sides. The mate bond roared between us.

        “I know you were hurt before you came here, little one. If you won’t let me in, I can’t help you.” She murmured in my ear, nipping at it. My breath caught. This woman drove me insane. I tried to wiggle away, but Mari had me pinned in such a way that I ended up grinding my core against her leg. I moaned in surprise as desire flooded my whole being. I continued to cry.

       “Mari, I’m not just hurt. I’m broken.” I whispered. Mari shook her head. She put her hand on the edge of my shirt. I struggled against her hold frantically.

       “Let me see.” She ordered, holding me easily. So she had noticed. I had wondered if she had seen anything when she had walked in on me changing the other day. I trembled.

      Show her. She is our mate. We don’t have anyone else we trust as much as Mari. She might as well know. Rue begged me. I gave in. A fresh sob left my lips as I nodded to Mari. Mari didn’t move.

      “Show me, little one. We will go at your pace.” She nuzzled my throat and kissed my tears, easing some of my panic. She let my hands go. I started small by putting her hand under my shirt. Her slender, strong fingers felt across the firm skin of my stomach. I had thought her touch would be terrifying against my scars. Instead, feeling her trace the lines of the stab marks on my gut had me pressing into her and my heart racing.

      “Does that feel good?” She breathed in my ear. I whimpered. Her right hand moved up to my right breast and squeezed, rolling the n****e in between her thumb and forefinger. I shook.

      “Mari!” I gasped.

      “Answer the question, little one.” Mari growled. I love her like this. Commanding and controlling.

       “Y-yes, alpha. It feels amazing.” I squeaked as coherently as I could manage. 

       “You worry too much, little Luna. We should do something to distract you from that.” Mari clucked at me, continuing her little traces and touches that had wetness pooling between my legs. 

       “You won’t let me see you naked, Aria. You don’t trust me yet. I think that’s a big part of why our wolves have told us to wait on marking each other. Besides, there is so much more to a Bond than the mark. Don’t get me wrong; I am going to mark you the second I can, but there are other ways to make sure you know who you belong to.” Mari told me firmly. “I never should have left that part of our relationship up to you. I waited too long.”

        I met her gaze, my stomach flipping. She was right. I hadn’t yet conjured up the nerve to show her my desecrated marking spot. I hadn’t known her for very long, but I loved this woman and the idea of her hurting because of something I couldn’t control, killed me. 

       Mari pushed me down onto our bed and pulled my shirt up to where it barely covered my breasts. Before I could even wonder what she was doing, she leaned down and clamped her mouth on my right breast. I cried out as a zing of pleasure and pain shot through my body straight to my core.  I automatically clung to her.

       “M-mari!” I cried. She chuckled.  A lazy pop!  sounded through the room as she released my breast.

       “Yes, little one? Did that feel good? How about this one?” I hissed in pleasure as she grabbed my other breast with her mouth. I moved against her, trying to find some type of friction, some relief from this intense building feeling in my stomach.

     “You are mine.” She growled in my ear again. Desire burned down my spine. Mari tilted my head back and kissed me deeply. I broke away for air. My entire body felt more alive then I’d ever felt.

       “Say it, little one. Who do you belong to?” Mari demanded with a growl. I let out a pathetic whimper as her hand cupped my s*x over my pants.

      “Yours.” I breathed. Mari clucked at me.

      “Louder, little one,” she chastised and rubbed her hand against me.

      “Yours! I’m yours!” I cried out. I needed more. I needed her. Mari grinned.

      “Exactly. You are mine, little Luna. And I am going to make you scream my name.” Mari’s voice was low with passion. I trembled. I wanted it so badly. She had teased me before, but never like this. Before I could protest, my jeans had been pulled off and I heard them hit the floor. I froze, knowing that this would be the moment she would see all of my scars. She would know what had happened. The brand on my side that marked me a rogue, the long rugged scars from claws, the different bite marks all over my body. I didn’t move. I would not be able to handle rejection. Not from her. Not from my Mari.

       “W-what?” Mari’s voice cracked as she saw my skin. I closed my eyes. I couldn’t look at her.

       “Aria.” She called my name. I didn’t move.

       “Aria!” She pressed her hand more firmly on my mound. My eyes flew open. Her eyes were a burning gold. Her wolf was fighting for control.

      “Why would you hide this from me?” She demanded. Tears spilled freely from my eyes. I didn’t have any desire to hide this from her left. It felt too good to have her see me. Maybe now she could let me go.

       “I told you, I’m broken.” I repeated myself and pulled my turtleneck off. The angry scars on my marking spot drew her attention. I saw anger flash through her eyes.

       “Who the f**k did this to you?” She demanded, her voice rough. I closed my eyes.

       “I get flashes sometimes. But I don’t remember much from before EastEnd found me. They said that someone did a pack Cleanse to take over a pack. We haven’t been able to find what pack that was-” My words were interrupted by Mari’s soft lips.

       “This is why you wouldn’t let me in.” She commented. I nodded. She hugged me close and just held me for a moment. Her fingers began to trace circles everywhere. I trembled as her fingers outlined a couple of my scars. She gently kissed my marking spot. The strongest wave of desire I had ever experienced rocked through me.

        “Ah!” I cried. She grinned.

       “I am not going to Mark you until we are both ready, but imagine if that feels like that what it will feel like to have my Mark on you. It might hurt at first, but my Mark will make the marks that they tried to claim you with disappear.” Mari whispered. My breath caught. It would feel better than that?! And would her mark really get rid of the other marks? 

       Any thought process I had immediately disappeared when I felt Mari’s soft fingers through the fabric of my underwear.

       “We are not stopping until you come, little one. You are mine and you are going to feel that in every muscle.” Mari growled.