Sweet Charity

Anthony: Chapter 19: Marking My Mate

We dance and mingle with our wedding guests for hours. I finally can't mingle anymore. I need my mate, alone. I whisper in her ear and she nods. We sneak away to the tree line. I have a bag waiting there. Charity slips behind a tree and I can hear her phase into her wolf. My jaw drops when I finally see her wolf. She's silvery white like a full moon with the amber streak streak down her left side and a black streak down her right.

'I'm ready, mate,' she mind-links me. I don't even stop to remove my clothes. I just phase. My clothes rip to shreds when I do. I grab the bag in my muzzle and we run toward the creek. It's the farthest away from the pack house that's still on pack territory.

I phase back first. I lay out a blanket. I don't look at first when I hear her shift, but I need to see my mate. She sits behind me. I turn to pull her across my lap. She blushes for a moment at our nudity. I brush my lips against hers. "Are you ready, my love?" I ask. She nods. I lay her gently on the blanket. I trace the planes of her body with my fingers. She has a mark above her left breast. I look at it. It's a quarter moon over a diamond. It seems to shimmer at my touch. I lean close to kiss the mark.

"I have another one on my back," she whispers.

"I shall see it in due time, my love," I say. I kiss her from head to toe and back. I slip a finger into her secret spot. "This will hurt a little," I tell her. I can feel her body quivering with the anticipation. She nods again. I position myself between her parted legs. I can smell her arousal. I inch my way into her as slowly as my wolf will let me. She lets out a surprised cry of pain. I still my body. "We can stop," I say. She shakes her head before pulling my lips to hers.

I can feel her wiggle underneath me so I set a pace with my movements. We are going slow so she adjusts to my size. I lean toward her, placing kisses where my mark will go. "I'm ready, babe," she says and I feel my canines extending. I pull my head up to find the spot and I pierce her flesh with my teeth. She moans my name and I can feel her walls become more slick with my movements. I lick the spot to heal the mark. She grabs my shoulders and rakes her nails down my back. "My turn," is all I hear a second before her canines enter my neck. This causes me to spill my seed into her. She licks the mark. I collapse onto her as I finish. "Mine," she whispers while stroking my hair.

"Mine," I tell her as I kiss her mark. I pull out slowly and roll onto my back. She pulls the second blanket from my bag and snuggles with me under it. I know the first blanket is ruined because I felt her virginity give its way to me. I don't care. I have my mate.