Blackheart

.XVI.

Cato met us back at Gran's pack with Tonia.

"Tonia!" I sighed excitedly. I rushed into her open arms, grateful that Cato had gotten her out safely.

"Your little mate didn't take well to your little disappearing act," he mused. I looked at my brother and smiled.

"I don't care, I'm finally free," I sighed, falling back into the grandpa's large leather recliner. It was large enough that both Calypso and I could sit comfortably, with sufficient room for a pillow or two. I closed my eyes, finally relaxing when the sweetest scent filtered into the room.

"Does anyone else smell that?" I asked, "Like cinnamon and vanilla bean.". They looked at me like I'd grown a second head.

"Mate!" Eris piped up, excitedly. My face paled.

'How did he find us?' I thought, panic rising in my chest.

"Tuk-tuk? You good?" Cato asked.

"Mate!" Eris kept yelling as it got closer. The doors swung open, and the scent washed in, but it wasn't Atto standing in the doorway. No. This boy, no, this man, was taller, with toned skin and defined muscles. His ocean eyes locked with my purple ones, and it all clicked into place.

"Mate," he breathed out.

"Mate," I exhaled. He rushed up to me, taking me into his muscular arms, and spun me around. He placed me down and looked me over. When he saw my rounded belly, his eyes saddened for a moment, and it broke my heart.

"What is your name, love?" he asked.

"Ororo Blackheart," I said

"Ororo," he whispered, "a beautiful name for a marvelous woman. My name is Matteo Grayson, and I am pleased to be your mate," he said, pecking my lips. Everyone in the room stood shocked, except for my grandparents. Gran stood smiling, and Grandpa just nodded in approval.

"Your Highnesses wouldn't mind if I stole away my mate so that..." his words trailed off, but the meaning and intent was clearly understood.

"Oh, please, you go right ahead, Matteo," Grandma said, smiling. Before I could object, he swooped me off my feet, turned, and peeled out of Grandad's office with my brother and friends all cheering. When we got to his room, he gently placed me down on his large mahogany bed. He took off his shirt, revealing burn scars on his chest, almost as if he were branded, and even a claw mark from his right pectoral going over his left shoulder. He spread my legs, coming up slowly, kissing between my thighs, my rounded belly, my breast, neck, cheeks, then finally his lips found mine. The kiss was slow, deep, and full of passion. When we released, the breath I took was from the very depth of my soul. My mind fogged over, I pushed myself up and he gently pushed me back down, parting my legs his fingers found their way to my p***y. His fingers moved in and out, whilst simultaneously rubbing at my c**t. He pulled away from our kiss, making me follow.

"Uh uh uh, princess," he said, pushing me back down gently. He helped me out of my dress, and placed one of his pillows beneath my butt, tilting my pelvis up and exposing my p***y to him.

"Beautiful," he whispered, making me blush. He moved down, kissing my inner thighs, moving up. His breath fanned over my entrance as he kissed my c**t then pulled it between his lips, his teeth grazing over it ever so slightly causing me to buck my hips in pleasure.

"Ah," I gasped out, gripping his sheets as I came all over his face. He got up from between my legs, wiping his face with the back of his hands and licking my juices off his hands and lips.

"Delicious," he said, smirking at me. I just barely managed a smile coming down from the high of my orgasm.

"Now, love, I am a damphir-fox hybrid," he stated, "for the most part, mating will be the same, but with a slight difference in that I will have to ‘carve’ my initial on your left breast.". I was going to ask how we could be mated when I remembered that Grandad was a fox, and Dad was a fox/wolf hybrid himself, making me part fox.

"Did you forget I exist?" Luna asked. I smiled. I had indeed forgotten she was there.

"Are you ready?" he asked. I took a deep breath and nodded. He removed his pants and sat in front of me. He smiled at me, his pearly fangs elongated. He kissed my neck, moving up and down until he found his spot. I moaned as he suckled on the spot between my neck and collarbone. He smiled, his fangs brushing the area, causing me to moan, and he bit down, making me scream in pain; simultaneously, he carves ‘M’ on my left breast. The pain subsided as it turned to pleasure. He removed his fangs and licked the wound, sealing it, and proceeded to lick his clawed carving on my breast to seal the wound. I watched as it darkened into a tattoo. He looked at his work, preening, like he'd won the Olympics.

"Your turn," he said. I didn't need to find a spot; Luna and Eris had already found where they wanted our mark to be. I climbed onto his lap and nibbled on the area, his deep moans reverberating through his chest, making me wet all over again. I raised myself to hover over his d**k and as I bit down, slammed myself down on his d**k, whilst carving my initial over his right pectoral and bouncing up and down his shaft. He growled out, his eyes shining a bright blue. He flipped us over, taking back the reins, and slammed himself into me.

"f**k, you're so tight!" he growled. He flipped me over onto all fours, positioned himself behind me, and rammed into me, wrapped his hand in my hair, and pulled my head back, arching my back in the process.

"You're mine," he said.

"I'm yours," I answered.