Alpha's Untamed Mate

Marks All Over

Aiden couldn't sleep. Something was keeping him awake. Not something. Someone. She was constantly buzzing through his mind, and not having her close felt like torture. His whole body was aching for her in more than just one way. The way she kept talking about leaving terrified him.

It took everything in him not to stand guard before her room or even lock her in, just so he could make sure she would still be there in the morning. He couldn't even begin to imagine what she had been through. Losing an entire pack like that?

He grew up being suspicious of the council because of his family's history with them. Both his father and his aunt had been orphans, raised at the High Court. Raised to be mindless killers. Void of feelings. Void of love. His father never forgave them for what they did to him and his sister. He always said that their mother saved him from a bitter future. She saved this pack from falling apart.

They tried to keep the council as far away from this pack as possible, especially because they were hiding Annie and her immortality from them. It was no secret they collected beings with special powers. They would deny it, of course, but he and his family knew better.

He slowed his steps when he caught a whiff of Luna's scent in the hallway. Even if he wanted to go in a different direction, he couldn't.

"Are you running again?" she jumped a little when he found her figure standing in the dark, staring out the window.

"Thinking about it," she confessed, but she seemed calm and not on the verge of jumping out that window to get away from him.

She was beautiful. He had noticed before, but as she stood there in the dark with just the light from the moon dappling her face in blacks and whites, drawing sharp angles, he couldn't help but reach out and gently trace the shadow that fell over half of her face.

"You are quite beautiful," he whispered in awe.

She was, but not in the ordinary way of beauty. Her tanned skin told a story of hours spent working in the sun. Her fingertips were rough from providing for herself. She amazed him with her strength to survive on her own, losing her pack and her family. He couldn't even begin to imagine how that feels.

His fingers brushed over hers, mesmerized by how she felt. It seemed like tiny sparks ignited wherever he touched her, making it harder to stay away. He wanted to give her space to come to terms with her new situation, but it wasn't easy. He lifted his gaze when he heard her soft sigh.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, praying she wouldn't say yes.

"No," she shook her head, "it feels nice."

"Nice, huh?" he smirked at her and took a step closer, forcing her to take a step back. He trapped her between his body and the window. "Just nice?" his voice came out as a low growl, thick with his desperate need for her to be closer.

"Aiden," she sighed his name, her hands against his bare chest. He loved the way his name sounded rolling off her tongue.

"That's me," he breathed against her lips, his fresh Pinetree scent filling her head. She had never been, but it reminded her of some Mediterranean place. A lonely island that was him. Her special little place to dream. To dare to feel safe enough to let her guard down.

Her eyes closed as he trailed soft kisses down her neck, her body begging her to let him do whatever he wanted with her, to let him claim her in every possible way.

His hand slipped under the top she had borrowed—probably their mother's—and his fingers slid over her bare skin, pulling her against his strong, solid body, and he kissed her. There was no hesitation. The kiss was deep and demanding, the kind of kiss you would expect from a man like him. An Alpha. Born to lead a pack. Born to be a little more dominant than the average wolf. She liked it.

She liked how he took control, how his need for her filled the air around them. Instead of making her feel small, it made her feel powerful, wielding a different kind of magic that could bring him down to his knees if she wanted him to.

"Why is it so hard to resist you?" he groaned against her lips.

"Is it?" she trailed her fingers down his chest and under the waistband of his sweatpants. He caught her lower lip between his teeth when her hand curled around his shaft, making him lose every ounce of self-control he had. His hips rocked into her touch, unable to resist.

"Will you stay?" he decided to return the favor and cup her s*x, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of her cotton panties.

"I don't know," she answered in short little pants, wanting to feel him, all of him.

“I think you do,” he pushed past the crotch of her underwear and slid his fingers through her wetness. “You could be gone by now, but you’re not. You are still here.”

“Would you follow me?”

“Yes,” he hissed, when she squeezed him a little harder, “I’d follow you to the end of the world if I had to.”

“You think it’s safe there? At the end of the world?”

“You are safe here,” he cupped her jaw with his free hand, “you just need to trust us to protect you.” He kissed her, swallowing the soft moan that ripped from her throat as he sunk his fingers inside her, his thumb slowly circling that little nub of sensitives nerves.

He never felt this kind of attraction to any female before. He knew lust, he knew passion, but not like this. She made him feel like he couldn’t survive without her. Without being close to her or even better inside her.

The hand holding her jaw slipped down to her throat, pushing her back against the window. Her eyes gleamed in the dark, and a knowing smile tugged on her lips.

She tugged down his pants, enough to free him giving him a little tug, to tell him that he wanted him just as badly. He growled at her, turning her around, her cheek pressed against the cool window as he covered her body with his, giving her no space to escape him.

“You are mine,” he growled into her ear, his teeth grazing over the spot he desperately wanted to mark. He wouldn’t. Not without her permission and not without his brother. She belonged to both of them and marking her was something the held sacred. It needed to be done by both brothers. At the same time.

His hand tightened around her throat, tight enough he could feel her moan, rather than hear it. He pushed back against him, grinding her backside against him. She didn’t agree, but she also didn’t disagree. Her body language was enough for him to reach down and tear her panties in two, feeling her smooth skin under his palm, before he reached for his aching c*ock to push him through her folds, coating himself with her juices.

He let go of her throat to reach around her, arching her back, so he could sink into her. Her breath fogged up the window as she exhaled sharply, her palms leaving prints on the glass. Marks of what they were doing. Marks that will probably be seen in the morning. But neither one of them cared. Aiden would leave marks all over the territory, just so everyone knew exactly whom she belonged to.

He slowly pulled back, before slamming back into her. The way she moaned made him repeat the process a couple of times, his fingers sliding down her abdomen to find her c*lit. A shiver ripped through her body as the sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the air. Becoming louder and more frenzied as he picked up his pace.

Her moans turned into little screams of pleasure as he felt her walls tighten around him, sucking him deep inside her. But he didn’t stop when she screamed out his name in pure ecstasy. He didn’t stop when her legs were about to give away.

“You-,” white hot light danced at the corners of his eyes, “-are mine!” he growled as he found his own release, pushing himself as deep inside her as he could. A feral instinct hoping his seed would stick. Creating new life. Creating a deeper bond than anyone could ever imagine.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, gently kissing her neck and her shoulder, “please, Luna, I need you to stay it.”

“Yes,” she whispered, sagging against him, “I am yours.”