The Golden One

Mark Me

"Do you want to stop for lunch on the way back to your pack? "

"Mmhmm." I gaze out the window of Christopher's office, mind lost in thought.

"You know I was thinking about buying a pink unicorn and riding off into the sunset on it."

"Sounds good."

"M, you're not even listening to me." Christopher's raised voice pulls me back to reality. I turn to face him and offer him a shy smile.

"What's going on, sunshine? Is this about yesterday? Do you regret it?" His eyes helplessly scan mine as he shifts his weight uncomfortably.

"Of course not!" I stand and walk over to him, throwing my arms around his neck before giving him a gentle peck.

"Yesterday was amazing. My only regret is holding back for so long." My voice is soft and reassuring. I don't want him to think I regret yesterday at all. It was one of the best moments of my life and definitely the best s*x I've ever had.

I felt connected to him on a new level and, instead of my usual uncertainty, I was filled with confidence in our relationship.

But I couldn't help but let my mind wander to the encounter I'd witnessed between Ayoke and Damien. What had they fought about? How do they know each other?

"I'm just thinking about other stuff." I say, still resting my arms around his neck while his hands are settled on the top of my ass cheeks.

"So a pink unicorn huh?" I say cheekily and wink. He laughs and picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and lands a rough kiss on my lips. I respond by running a hand into his hair and nibbling at his bottom lip. I feel so care free around him now. Like all my worries and problems fade away just being in his embrace.

After several minutes of heated kisses he drops me back to the floor. He brushes stray strands of hair away from my face and cups it in his hands.

"I spoke to Carl about going to your pack... for good." He looks down at me, glowing green eyes melting my heart. Of course that was our only real option; as an Alpha I couldn't leave my pack. But it feels good that I don't have to ask or feel like I have forced him into it.

I smile back at him. A thought that only a few days ago might of scared me, now offers me such happiness and joy.

"So when we go back today, you'll be staying indefinitely?" My voice is high pitched and excited. He chuckles at my response.

"Forever if you'll have me, sunshine." I blush and he places a kiss on my forehead.

We haven't discussed the future at all. Hell, we have only known each other for two months. Although I've known some wolves to have found their mate and be knocked up by now, we are going at our own pace. The mention of forever has my stomach doing flips, the good kind. Stood before me is the man I will mate with, marry, have pups and grow old with. And I'm not scared anymore, I am excited.

"Forever." I say with a cheesy grin on my face. His cheeky smirk flickers for a second while his cheeks turn slightly pink. It doesn't last long before he pulls me back in for another passionate kiss.

"I want to take you on a date tonight." I say pulling back from the kiss.

"You want to take me?" He says furrowing his brow.

"It's 2020, a woman can take a man out. Plus I owe you since you've taken me out at your pack, I'll take you out at mine."

"As you wish, Alpha." He bows mockingly and I slap him lightly on the shoulder, giggling as I do.

"C'mon, let's get packing. You've got a lot to pack considering you've just moved yourself into my pack." He juts his bottom lip out at the idea of packing and trails behind me as I head towards his room.

He's moving to my pack. He's leaving being a Beta to his rightful pack to be with me. He chooses me. And I choose him. I know it in my whole body now.

In my mind, body and soul, I know he is my forever.

What time are you back today, M?

Michaels voice echos in my head bringing me abruptly out of my daydream.

Shit. Michael. I need to tell him before we arrive.

Are you free for a phone call?

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I dismiss myself from Christopher's company before answering.

Michael sounds worried at my request to speak on the phone. I start to explain that Christopher is coming to stay, indefinitely. His voice is almost a whisper and sounds a little wobbly as he responds, but he remains professional. He agrees to have everything prepared for our arrival.

After hanging up I head back to Christopher's bedroom. He's throwing clothes into cases with a huge grin on his face. I lean against the doorframe admiring him; he is the cutest when he is excited.

Once packed, we load up the car and head on our way.

Ayoke is staying here for a few days and secretly I'm grateful. I can't hide my awkwardness when talking to her. I'm not sure how to approach a conversation about Damien, or if I should even ask her. After all it could be nothing. It could have been their first encounter. Damien is an asshole, it would be easy to snap at him even if it was their first conversation.

Pushing it to the back of my mind, I focus on my plans for the date tonight. It needs to be special, I have big plans.

Arriving back at the pack, we are welcomed warmly. I scamper off to organise things for tonight while Christopher heads off to take part in the afternoon training sessions with the warriors.

I have finally settled on a plan for tonight's date. There is a cabin on the hill just behind the centre of the pack territory. It is where I had stayed growing up as Alpha Francis wanted to keep me safe from visitors to our pack.

It was a nice cabin and after I became the Alpha I decided to give it a spruce up, offering me a retreat from my sometimes chaotic life.

I had candles set up, music ready and Geoffrey was going to bring up the food and make sure everything was ready while we got dressed.

When I made it back to my room, Christopher is already getting dressed. He is buttoning up a final button of his black shirt and tucking it into his grey checked slacks. He turns to me and winks.

His hair is slicked back and sleek and he's shaved his stubble giving him a suave look, similar to our first date.

I inhale deeply, taking in his intoxicating scent. My knees slightly buckle under me as I let myself melt in his presence.

"You can wait here, I'm going to get ready." My voice is thick with lust at being around him but I tear myself away and head to my dressing room.

Fingering through my clothes on the rails, I find what I am looking for; a showstopper. I decide to go without underwear and slide into my red silk slip dress, smoothing it out as I stand in front of the mirror.

I choose a natural look to accompany the stunning dress. Brushing my natural waves and letting them fall gently over my exposed shoulders and neckline. I swipe a nude gloss across my lips before adding a few sprays of perfume to my neck and wrists. I take one final look in the mirror before moving to the door to the bedroom.

Opening the door I see Christopher lounging on my bed. Our bed, I guess.

When he sees me he instantly sits up raising a hand to his heart and breathing deeply.

"Wow." He purrs out, making his way over to me.

"Why don't we just stay in here for our date sunshine?" He plants a light peck on my cheek and lets his hands slide over the silk of my dress.

I tut at him and push him back slightly.

"Good things come to those who wait." I say as I brush passed him, making sure to add a wiggle to my walk. He catches up to me and gives me a light smack on my ass. I squeal then giggle before taking his hand in mine, feeling completely at home with him.

We walk through the house as pack members watch on, all are admiring us and some say hi or tell us to have a lovely evening.

One person stands out among them; Michael.

His eyes are dark and sad and his shoulders are dropped. We make eye contact and my heart aches for him. I feel so guilty that his pain is caused by me.

He breaks eye contact first by turning and slinking away. I sigh and Christopher squeezes my hand in reassurance. He makes no comment and I'm grateful he understands the struggle, or is at least trying to.

We finally make it to the cabin and even I am surprised as we walk through the door.

Geoffrey has really gone the extra mile by adding extra candles and flowers. I notice rose petals scattered on the table and the gentle music playing in the background completes the ambiance.

Our dinner is sitting on the table with not one or two but three bottles of champagne ready to be drank.

We walk over and Christopher pulls out my chair for me. He pushes it in as I sit, then places a soft kiss on my shoulder before walking to sit in his own seat.

We pop the first bottle of champagne and begin eating and drinking, content in each others company.

The food is delicious of course, but the man sitting across from me was even more so. As the conversation flows between us, I scan his features again. I can never quite get over how gorgeous he is. His face as he laughs has to be my favourite thing in the world and his devilish smirk always has my heart skipping a beat and a gentle hum stirring in my core.

Once we finish eating, we move to sit in front of the fire. Cushions and blankets surround us as we lay there laughing and chatting.

"I wondered if you wanted to go for a run as our wolves tonight? I haven't seen your wolf yet and I know mine is itching to meet him." I say casually, not realising that his demeanour has completely shifted.

His eyes move to the floor and he sits up looking awkward and uneasy. I too sit up, watching him while trying to figure out what I've done to upset him.

Too long has passed and the silence is becoming uncomfortable.

"Have I done or said something wrong?" I ask sheepishly. His eyes still look anywhere but my direction.

"I haven't— We can't— He—" He finishes with a heavy sigh and messes his once sleek hair.

The silence continues as I'm confused at what he's trying to say.

"He hasn't came out since I was taken." He turns his face fully away from me, ashamed at what he has revealed.

"But you fought Brad's Beta?" I try to hide my shock, not wanting to upset him any more.

"He was in fur. I— I wasn't." He hangs his head, continuing to ruffle his hair.

I sigh. He continues to amaze me with his strength. I move closer to him before placing my hand on his cheek and gently pulling his face back around to face mine.

"I'm sorry, I had no idea." My voice is soft and breathy, trying to hide my sadness for him and my rage for the people who did this to him.

"You deserve a better man than me, Meila. A stronger man." His voice shakes as he speaks and my heart stings.

I move myself on top of him, straddling his legs, and place a hand on each of his cheeks.

"You are the strongest and bravest man I know." I say and place a gentle kiss on his nose.

"And you are mine." My voice is firm now, making sure he knows I'm serious about him. About us.

His eyes flick up to mine, filled with such a mixture of emotions.

"I'm so glad you came into my life, M. You are the most amazing woman I've ever met." His voice is gentle and sincere as he gazes deep into my eyes with his emerald orbs.

"And I'm yours." I place emphasis on the last word. I never thought I would say I belonged to a man. The very first day we met, his persistence that I was his had irked me. No, it had enraged me. But here and now I wanted to be his, forever. And my mind was made up. I was ready.

"Mark me." I whisper softly into his ear. His body tenses and he tries to push me off of him.

"You're just saying that because you're sad for me." He continues to wriggle but I don't move.

"You know me by now. That's not how I work." He stops moving and looks at me, brows furrowed in confusion.

"I want this. I want you. I want us." His face relaxes and the corners of his mouth start to curl up.

"You're sure?" He asks calmly but excitement and arousal are clearly building in him.

"I'm sure." I say firmly.

That was the permission he was waiting for. He lunges forward, hands landing on the sides of my head, and pulling me in for the hungriest kiss I've ever experienced. Heat was pulsing through our bodies as the kiss deepens, hands knotting into each others hair while pulling each other impossibly close.

I let the straps of my silk dress fall from my shoulders and wiggle out of them, letting my dress fall to my waist and expose my bare chest. I rip at his shirt causing buttons to fly everywhere but not letting it disrupt our heated tangle.

He flips me onto my back, tugging my dress off me. He pauses briefly, taking in my body and growls hungrily at the realisation there was nothing left to remove.

My hands find his belt as he dives back down and continues to claim my mouth with his. He stops to remove his slacks before lowering his delicious, naked body on top of mine.

Our bodies are a rage of passion and desire, hungrily attacking the other and claiming what is ours. There is nothing sweet about this exchange but there didn't need to be. This was all fire and lust and a desire to claim our mate. And it feels f*****g amazing.

Thrust after thrust I release groans and growls as he pleasures my body no end.

As my pleasure builds to c****x he slows and leans down, places soft kisses in the crook of my neck. He nibbles and licks at my neck as he continues to slowly move in and out of me, making me whimper. He teasingly bites at my neck but releases quickly and I whine.

"Mark me." I beg, my voice barely audible. He responds, extending his canines and grazing my skin lightly with them.

He gives me a hard thrust as he clamps down on my neck with his teeth and I scream out in both pain and pleasure.

Shockwaves of ecstasy shoot through my body as I call out his name over and over. My body writhes involuntarily underneath him and I claw at his back causing him to growl heavily against my neck.

He releases me from his bite and pulls back to look at me, still slowly pushing in and out of me.

I pull him back down for a hungry kiss, trying to regain composure. He moves his attention to the puncture marks he just left on my neck; kissing, licking and sucking any pain away. As he does, I feel his mouth twitch into a smile every so often. He's proud of his work and it feels so right. But now it's my turn to claim him.

With him still inside me, I roll us over, taking control. His hands reach for my heaving breasts as I rock my hips forward and back rhythmically. His eyes close as he rolls his head to the side, exposing the sweet spot on his neck.

I lick my lips, lean forward and extend my teeth. Not wasting time, I place a soft kiss on his neck before biting down hard. I feel his body tense under me as he lets out a loud growl. Still rocking my hips, I continue to bite down, claiming him as mine.

Finally letting him out of my grasp, I speed up my thrusts as he calls out my name.

I feel the pressure building in both of us and with heavy thrusts we grunt and growl as we c****x together. Ripples of pleasure flow through my body. I feel his pleasure intertwined with my own and my body sets alight.

We belong to each other.

Panting heavily we slow and I slip off to the side of him.

We lie there breathing heavily and unable to form words. But we don't need words. We feel each other's pleasure, happiness and joy. We are connected, bound together. Forever.

And there are no words to describe that feeling.