Moon Daemon

Chapter Twelve - Marked

The rest of the day consisted of training, only stopping for small amounts at a time for food and bathroom breaks. Raziel taught me a lot of things about my powers that I never realized I could do. The thing about shadow daemons, is that we are unlimited. Our only true enemy when it comes to matching powers, are the angels.

Angels can dissolve a shadow daemons attack by producing light, compromising our strength; but shadows are also produced by light, which means I can also use my power to in conjunction to theirs.

"Alright Rae," Raziel says, breathing hard. We just got done another sparring session, where I concentrated mainly on using the shadows created from his attacks to stop them. "The sun is rising."

I look out the window and see the faint glow of daybreak forming on the horizon.

"Okay," I say, moving towards the bench where we stored our water for the day.

"That was good!" Raziel chirps, taking a swig.

Marrok left a couple hours ago, after me basically pleading him to go about his duties as Alpha and trust that I would be okay here by myself. Raziel's smart ass comments definitely did not help, but after a while, Marrok finally agreed, telling me he would meet me for bed.

"Is the Alpha really just going to sleep all day and allow his pack to run without him?" Raziel asks.

I shrug, consuming more water than my stomach wants to hold.

"Does that worry you?" he asks, running a towel over his drenched head.

"Why would it?" I ask.

"He's the alpha?" Raziel looks up at me confused. "He has a responsibility to this pack. When a majority of them out and about, he's sleeping in his room with you. They won't see him nearly as much, and his Beta is going to have to deal with things throughout the day that the pack is going to want the alpha's help for. It can take a toll on this entire pack."

I stop and stare at him, realizing he's right. Marrok has put his duties on hold the moment he met me.

"I never thought about it," I whisper.

"I'm not trying to discourage you," he tells me. "I'm just saying, you can't hide in the dark for your entire life. Especially if you are going to become Luna to this pack."

"I haven't decided that," I say, grabbing my jacket and water and walking for the exit.

"Yes, you have," he says, running up besides me. "If you truly did not want that title, you would have rejected Marrok and left after the first attack."

"I'm not ready to be Luna," I say.

"That's not surprising," Raziel shrugs. "But it is also not the point. You are mated to the Alpha of a werewolf pack. You are, by definition, the glue that keeps this pack together now."

"How?"

"You give Marrok more strength to lead, you give the pack hope of a future, and you hold the key to prolonging his legacy," Raziel explains. "If you two were to have children, your first born would be in line for Alpha."

"Children?" I ask. "We don't even know if our children would be wolf!"

"Curious, isn't it?" Raziel smiles. "I really wonder what Hekate has in store for your future."

So do I.

"I am very curious about one other thing, though," he says, a devilish smile forming on his face.

"What's that?" I ask.

"What is going to happen to the two of you when you mark each other," he says.

I feel my face turn bright red, thinking about when Thorin explained to me what marking was.

"Why?" I ask.

"Marking between wolves is like a marriage," Raziel says. "You combine your souls, your powers, your hearts."

"Our powers?"

"Most wolves mate with other wolves," he shrugs. "So they just become stronger and more powerful in each others company. But you? I wonder what would happen to Marrok if you were to share your soul with him fully; one of the strongest creatures on the planet, and an Alpha. It would be like combining gas and a spark, watching it grow stronger and stronger, destroying everything in it's path."

"Oh," I whisper. "I didn't know that."

"You need to familiarize yourself with werewolf culture more," he reprimands. "There is so much that you don't know, that would be essential for your success."

We part ways and I finally make it to the room, jumping in the shower and letting the warm water drench me of all the sweat and dirt that has accumulated on my body throughout the day. I scrub my hair for a long time, breathing in the steam of the water, allowing my lungs to expand and calm my body down.

When I finally get out, I walk into the room in my towel, walking over to my suitcase when the door opens. I stand up straight, tightening my grip on my towel as Marrok walks into the room. I watch his eyes widen when he sees me, before they darken slightly, a small grin creeping on his face.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "That took Thorin and I off guard."

"It's okay," I whisper, feeling my grip loosen on the towel.

"f**k," he whispers. "You are so beautiful."

His eyes scan over my body once more, before he shuts them tightly, shaking his head slightly, and turning away from me. I notice the struggle that is going on internally in Marrok, and I can't fault him for his behavior, that's how wolves operate. I think about what Raziel said to me earlier, about how Marrok has put everything he knows on hold simply by meeting me; the time of day he works, the way he interacts with me because I told him I was not ready for anything.

I watch as Marrok walks towards his dresser, keeping his back to me. I suddenly find myself wondering what would happen if I did allow myself to mark Marrok, giving him even the smallest bit of normality since meeting me. I know that the nerves inside of me are solely because I am inexperienced in this field, but I never even had the smallest desire to give myself to a man.

Until now.

I take a deep breath, then I release the grip I have on the towel, allowing it to drop to the floor. Marrok's head snaps up at the sound, still facing away from me. I watch as he turns slowly, curiously, until our eyes meet. He scans my naked body standing by the fireplace, before returning his eyes to mine, and I watch as they burn brightly in the light of the fire.

"Esmeray," he whispers, his voice cracking he's talking so low. "What are you doing?"

"I don't know," I whisper back. "I've never done this before. You'll have to teach me."

"You said you weren't ready," he says, his eyebrows furrowing down.

"I know," I say, walking slowly across the room to him. As I reach him, I reach up gently and touch his face. His breathing starts to pick up at our proximity. A myriad of thoughts are rushing through my mind as his hand grazes my naked back lightly. My hair is still wet, dropping cold water down my skin causing me to shiver. "I don't know what I'm feeling right now, but I know it's different from before. I want you to teach me about this feeling."

Marrok takes in a deep breath, scrunching his face up. "I don't want you to think you have to do this for me," he whispers, painfully.

"I understand," I say, my hand traveling from his cheek to his chest. "I've never felt like this before though, so I'm open to exploring it."

His mouth is on mine before I finish my sentence. His arms move to my back and pull me closer to him.

"Say stop," he says into my lips. "If at any point you don't feel comfortable, say stop, and I swear to I will."

I nod into his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and allowing him to pick me up. He walks us over to the bed and places my gently on the covers, while is moves on top of me, one of his legs manuevering in between mine, and kisses me again. I feel my body start to react to his movements, his kiss, and his touch, igniting my core.

"f**k," he groans into my mouth. "I can smell you."

I feel my cheeks start to burn again, turning my face away from his.

"Don't do that," he whispers, reaching up and moving my chin over to look at him. "Don't ever be embarrassed for how your body reacts to me."

I nod again, letting him bend down and take my mouth again. I start to breathe heavier as his hands explore my body, sending sensations through me I've never known existed.

"Marrok," I gasp into his mouth. "I'm ready."

He pulls his face away from mine to look into my eyes, his burning with lust and anticipation.

"Are you sure?" he whispers.

I nod, looking down at his lips, and biting mine gently, before reaching for the hem of his shirt and gently lifting it over his head. He cooperates with me, helping me lift it off his head, before throwing it to the ground next to the bed. I take a long look at his chiseled chest, running a finger down his prominent abs, until I reach the part of his waist that meets his pantline. I look back at his eyes, very gently slipping a finger under his waistband, and running it from left to right.

His growl that escapes his lips is neither frightening nor threatening: it's primal.

His hands reach up for the button holding his jeans together and I help him undo them, grabbing the sides of his jeans and gently tugging them down his hips. I watch as he stands up and removes them completely, along with his boxer briefs. I gulp as I take in his beautiful body, stopping at his member, staring at the sheer size of it.

"Oh my god," I whisper, hearing him giggle.

"What?" he asks.

"Are they all that size?" I gasp.

"No," he says, moving back on top of me. "The moon goddess blessed me with this one."

"Is it going to hurt?" I ask.

He nods, kissing me gently. "It's going to be very uncomfortable for you at first, but I promise, I'll do whatever I can to ease the pain for you. Stay relaxed, it won't last long."

"Okay," I whisper, feeling his body heat radiate off of him.

"Are you ready?" he asks, reaching a hand down and touching my entrance lightly, running a finger along my moistening body. I gasp lightly as his finger teases me, gently entering me and moving around slowly. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt before, and I throw my head back into the pillow.

"I'll go gently," he whispers into my neck. "But the longer it takes for me to get in you completely, the worse it's going to feel."

I nod into his breath, feeling something larger than a finger place itself at my entrance.

"My beautiful mate," he whispers into my mouth before pushing forward gently, my body stretching to accommodate his size. I let out an uncomfortable grunt as he pushes slowly inside of me. "Breathe," he reminds me, kissing my clenched eyes.

The further he goes into me, the more uncomfortable I become, I start to squirm under his body. "Almost there," he breathes. "Bite this," he says, bringing a pillow up to me, and I grab onto it, biting it as hard as I can when I feel him push his entirety into my raw aching p***y. I let out a yipe, feeling something warm drip from me.

I open my eyes and look up at him, unmoving, eyes shut tightly, and breathing labored.

"Tell me when it stops to hurt," he says through clenched teeth.

"Are you okay?" I whisper.

"I'm more than okay," he opens his eyes and smiles. "Just fighting the urge to move to quickly."

My body starts to react to his member, and the pain I was feeling starts to dissipate. He must have felt my body start to relax, because he starts to gently pull out of me, before pushing himself back in.

My furrowed brows start to relax at the sensation, and I hear my breathing start to come out as small moans as he continues.

"f**k," he groans, lifting himself off of me, and grabbing my hips, matching his strokes with mine. I start to moan louder, my head falling back into the bed, as my body begins to enjoy this. His hands move to my back and he lifts me gently, bringing me into a seated position around him, while he continues to fill my soul with pleasure. His mouth is on mine again, and I feel myself start to move against him, almost instinctively, bringing him closer to me and entering me further and further.

Our kiss breaks with out breathing, and my body starts to build in a sensation I was unfamiliar with, but wanted more and more with each thrust.

"Mark me," I whisper into his mouth, causing him to stop moving completely. I open my eyes and look into his wide-eye expression, shock written all over his face.

"I want everyone to know I am yours," I whisper, lowering myself onto him. His eyes close at my unexpected movements, so I lift myself gently before moving back down on him.

"Wait," he mumbles, his eyes scrunching.

"Make me yours," I say, taking his mouth again.

The sudden change in the atmosphere happens quickly. He grunts his response, pulling me closer to him, and starting a relentless attack on my body. His soft and subtle strokes turned into faster, harder movements, and my body begins to build again.

"Mine," he growls, pulling my face closer to him and kissing me deeply as he continues to f**k me. My insides start to feel like I'm about to burst, my legs start to shake and I hear my breathing start to pick up. His lips move from mine and he pulls me closer to him. I am moaning loudly now, as I ride into his body to bring him closer into me. Just as I feel myself start to boil over, I feel something else unfamiliar, in the form of his teeth in the back of my neck.

My world goes white as my orgasm crashes to the surface, and I scream out in relief. My nails are clawing at his back hard enough to break skin as I come down from the incredible high I was just riding. I feel his teeth leave the back of my neck, and I don't know why I did it, but I turn his head and I do the same exact thing.

Call it instict, or crazy; I still have no idea why I did it, but the moment my teeth sank into his neck, Marrok let out a growl so fierce he started to thrust into me harder and faster, until he too finally moaned out in his release. I release his neck from my bite and my head falls onto his shoulder.

We stay like that for a moment, breathing heavily. I open my eyes and see the bite mark that resided on the back of his neck starts to heal, however, instead of disappearing completely, they scar over into a little circle.

I feel warmth run down my back, and I realize that my bite isn't healing like his is. I lift my head to look at him and watch as he bites his own lip, drawing blood. He leans into my, kissing my neck with his own bloody lips, and I feel the subtle him of my wound healing.

"I'm sorry," Marrok says, kissing my shoulder again.

"I wanted you to," I whisper.

"I didn't get a chance to explain what marking means though," he murmurs. "I was too caught up in the moment, and I couldn't tell you that if I marked you, that means you agree to be Luna."

I gulp, looking down into his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Esmeray," he whispers. "I know you weren't ready."

We're still in the same position, myself on top of him, and him still inside of me.

"Don't be sorry," I tell him, reaching up and touching his face gently. "I'll be Luna if that means I can stay with you forever."

"After this," he smiles. "I don't think I'm going to be able to be more than fifty feet from you at all times."

I chuckle, slowly lifting myself from him, feeling him slip from me. I look down and see blood and other liquids on the bed. "Did I hurt you?" I ask.

I hear his small laugh. "Not at all," he says. "The blood is from your hymen, that's why you were so uncomfortable at first."

"That was incredible," I breathe. "I've never felt something like that before."

"Just wait until next time," he smiles.

"Next time?" I ask, already feeling my muscles ache from our encounter.

"When you're ready," he has a seductive grin.

He moves to stand up, picking me up and cradling him in his strong arms, as he carries me to the shower to wash the remnents of our latest activities from me, where he gently reminds me of what happened by showing me round two.