Marked at second sight

Why do you love me?

Cassian:

My eyes widened in surprise. “No. I don't want you to stop.”

I shocked myself by saying that, but how can I explain it?

His touches, voice, eyes—they were all driving me crazy at the moment.

There was a way he was making me feel, and I couldn't explain it at the moment.

All I knew was that my head was against what was about to happen, but my heart and body said and wanted otherwise.

I wanted to feel him.

I wanted to feel his hands all over me.

I wanted to feel his lips wrapping around my shaft.

I wanted to feel his warm tongue all over me.

I wanted a release.

“Please,” I begged when he didn't do anything.

“Please what?” He whispered against my ear, his voice raspy and breath heavy with the same desires I had.

“Suck me.” I begged, pushing my head backwards, giving him access to my neck.

“Fuck.” He cursed, blowing hot air on my neck.

Towering me, he lifted my chin, forcing me to look at him in the eye as his tongue came into contact with my neck.

He reached for a certain spot that made me tremble when he licked and sucked on it.

“I want to feel that tongue on my dick.” I demanded as I tried to push him lower.

Obliging, he went back to his previous position and licked his lips as he drooled over my shaft.

“Can I suck you?” He asked, causing me to bite my lower lip and nod.

He took my throbbing c**k in hands and skillfully started jerking me off.

While his hand glided up and down my shaft, he leaned in and used his tongue to play with my tip.

I moaned loudly, each lick of his tongue sending ripples down my spine.

“You like that?” He asked, a smile spreading across his handsome face.

“V-very. Don't s-stop.” I whimpered.

“I wasn't planning on doing that, baby.” He responded and brought my c**k on his parted lips.

“s**t!” I cursed as I felt his warm mouth gliding up and down my hard shaft.

Holding the hair at the back of his head, I moved my hips to match his movement.

A knock echoed at the door; probably the nurse for the night had arrived, but...

“Don't stop.” I gripped into his hair, thrusting my c**k back into his mouth when he pulled back.

He expertly moved his head, each bop sending me closer to my release.

“f**k. I am cumming!” I warned and pulled away from him.

A loud grunt escaped my lips as I shot my load all over the wall and floor.

Panting for breath, with a satisfied smile spreading on my lips, I chuckled, “s**t. That was good.”

Months went by so quickly, and I still couldn't get over what happened at that particular ward with that human shifting creature.

All I remember was I didn't get his name, and I didn't tell him mine either.

That night, after I dressed up and went to see who had knocked, I was angry to realize no one had knocked.

It was a wind that blew by, making the ‘do not disturb card' stringed around the brass doorknob to knock on the door.

When I turned back into the room, the shifting wolf was not there.

There was in fact no trace of him in the room.

I nearly thought I was in a dream, and no girl had walked into the clinic that morning with an injured wolf, which I operated on and shifted into a human.

If it weren't for my c*m stains on the wall and floor, I would have believed nothing happened.

But who sucked my d**k?

Who jerked me off?

I always asked myself.

Could it be I jerked myself off with a random man face pictured on my head?

But why would I do that?

And if that was the case, why was it that three months later I could still feel his hands wrapped around my shaft?

Why was it that I could still feel his warm mouth gliding up and down my c**k?

Why was I still hearing his whispers asking if I liked what he was doing against my ears?

None of those questions I had answered, but one thing, even though I frantically denied it, was clear to me.

That creature had ruined my s****l life.

No one I went to bed with satisfied me. All I could feel, hear, and smell was him, and that was all it took for me to get turned off by whoever was with me.

I was always left craving a release, a release that only he could give me.

“Doc,” a voice called from in front of me, jarring me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay?”

I blinked my eyes, took a deep breath, and forced myself to stick to reality.

“Everything is okay, honey. I am just tired.” I responded and took a sip of cold water.

“Not again.” I sighed, realizing I got turned on just from thinking about him.

“I don't think so.” She responded. “We could do this some...” I cut her off.

“No, honey. I want to do this.” I smiled reassuringly even though I wasn't sure of that.

After realizing that the wild dog had ruined my s****l life, I was determined to prove to myself that I was wrong to think that and that's why I found myself a beautiful lady to date. Sarah, my assistant.

One, I was damn straight. Never in my life have I ever looked at a man in a s****l or romantic way.

“I am surely not yet over what happened, because who does that? I am straight! I am straight!” I chanted on my head, ignoring the little voice at the back of my head that thought otherwise.

“Why would you sing like that?” Sarah asked.

My glass froze midair as I realized I had voiced out my thoughts.

She set her fork down, and with sudden seriousness she asked, “Why do you like me, Cassian?”

“Uh,” my voice trailed.

Why do I like her?

“Because I am straight.” I responded, but I am not too sure she liked my response because the next thing I saw, she picked her purse from the table and stormed out of the restaurant. Or was she full?

I pushed my chair backwards, ready to run after her, but my subconscious mind froze me into steps.

“You don't love her, so why give her false hopes? You only asked her out to prove to yourself that you like girls! You f*****g don't, buddy! You love that

wolf, get that straight in your damn head!”

I looked down at myself, and a warm, cold sweat of shame coursed down my whole body.

“I'll have to apologize to her later.” I found myself whispering that.