Marked at second sight

What happened?

Lysander:

Getting shot in the foreign woods on a shifting night was something I didn't have in my schedule.

It was unbelievable that I, an alpha, who had always advised my pack against wandering onto foreign woods, would be the first to do so and get my wolf harmed.

Thankfully there was that mountain climber, if that is what the humans call them to save me on time, or else I would be dead by now and my brothers and uncles could be fighting for the pack.

The innocent blood they wouldn't care to shed in order to get what they want... Moon goddess, hold these thoughts.’ I shook them away.

My gaze wandered around the room, finding nothing enjoyable to keep me occupied as I waited for the gentleman beside me to wake up.

Finding nothing to do, I ran my fingers through his ginger brown hair, amazed it felt as soft as it seemed.

He looked peaceful while unconscious, making it hard for me to shift my gaze off him.

His chiseled jaw, pointed nose, and long lashes. I trailed my finger all over them, telling myself he must be popular with the girls.

There was a wing tattoo on his left arm, which I grazed, wondering what it meant for him.

To me, if I had it drawn, it could mean freedom.

It was black, inked with red and green, perfecting his snow white skin.

I could see the red and greenish veins running under his warm skin.

My gaze trailed further, down to his chest, stomach, and groin, where it lingered as I swallowed my sudden desire.

“Isn't it this big for your body?” I asked, although he couldn't hear, and ran my finger on his shaft.

I retreated my hand, feeling a jolt of electricity sparking throughout my entire body.

My throat ran down, my hand sweating as I realized what was happening.

An aroma that was what had actually woke me up lingered around, making me breathe deeply, desperately hoping to pull its sweetness into my lungs and hold it in there forever.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I sat with my back on him, wondering if I was home, sleeping, and was actually dreaming.

“The f**k, Lysander!” My wolf, Antenaous, spoke from the back of my head.

He doesn't speak if I am sleeping.

“So I am awake.” I said to no one in particular and turned to watch him.

His chest rose and fell as he breathed on. “What do they call you?” I traced my finger on his chest, to his chin, and on his face, where my finger naturally stayed.

I reached for the strand of hair that had fallen and covered his left eye, and gently, not to tickle and wake him up, I brushed it off, tucking it behind his ear.

My gaze dropped back to his lips again. They reckoned with a soft allure of a rose petal at dawn.

They appeared as if sculptured by a master artist, their contours inviting me to explore their tenderness.

I arched myself forward and took them into mine.

Their touch was like a gentle breeze on a summer night that lingered long even after I came back to my senses and pulled back.

“What have I done?” I roughed up my hair and moved from the bed.

I paced around, my heart racing with an undescribed feeling.

No matter how hard I tried to ignore him I found myself itching closer to him again, my hands all over him.

Was what was happening to me normal?

“I must be under the effect of the drugs he used while treating me.” I said to myself, calming both me and my wolf.

I could hear him whimpering at the back of my head, wanting and craving for that doctor.

“What the hell are you doing?” I was kicked off the bed, and I fell on its other side, hitting my head against the wall.

“What the f**k?” I asked and pulled myself up.

“I should be the one asking that question. What we're doing to me?” The doctor asked, glaring at me.

If eyes could kill, I would have been dead.

“I wasn't doing anything.” I lied and sat back on the bed.

He suspiciously looked at me and then back at himself. His hands went flying, covering his chest and his lower body.

I smirked.

“You—what have you done?” He asked, his eyes widening upon realizing I was also naked.

“Nothing you didn't want.” I leaned in the bed's backrest with my hands crossed under my chest, finding the fun in teasing him.

Tears welled up in his eyes. “We didn't do anything.” I said quickly, and he smiled.

“Then...” his voice trailed off as I cut him short.

“You peed on yourself when you passed out; that's why I took your clothes off.” I explained, and his tense body relaxed.

He pushed me away, lifted the sheet off the mattress, and used it to cover his body.

“Cute.” I wanted to say but felt embarrassed for thinking that about my fellow man.

“You could have called a nurse, you know.” He said, jarring me out of my thoughts.

I raised my brow at him. “So you'd rather have a female change you and not a man?”

“Well,” he lowered his gaze and bit his lower lip.

I swallowed dryly, and lowering my gaze on his lower body, I teased, "There is nothing to see there anyway. I didn't want them to laugh at you.”

He blushed and fired back at me, “It's bigger than yours anyway. Do you think I didn't see it?”

“Really?” A naughty thought entered my mind, “Why don't we compare them and see who's bigger?”

I wanted to make him shy by asking that. I pictured his jaw dropping as he shouted ‘’f**k off!’ or ‘dream on!’ but was shocked when he dropped the sheet around his body and walked to my side, determined of what I had just suggested.

“How do we do that?” He asked, looking me in the eye.

The innocence in there...

I wanted to talk, but my wolf beat me into it by taking my ability to speak, imitating my voice, and saying, “Let's see how deep you can take mine in your mouth. Whoever would choke on the other has the smaller one.”

He knelt on the ground, taking my shaft in his hands.

I was quick to stop him. “Wait!”

He looked at me with a victorious smile on his face. “Backing off even before the war starts. I didn't think you were that type.”

“Damn.” I cursed inwardly. I hate challenges.

Grabbing his hand, I pulled him back and pushed him against the wall.

We held eye contact even when I kneeled in front of him and moved my hands up his thighs, traveling them to his buttocks and squeezed them.

He went hard, gasping out aloud as he watched me kissing and licking his bulge.

“Do you want me to stop?” I asked knowing what we were doing needed consent, and I would hate it if he were to regret it later.