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“I want to hear that multiple times a day, for the rest of my life. I’m crazy in love with you. I’ll never let you down again, ever, I swear. You’re my priority. The Luna the people need, the Luna I need. I’ll never doubt us or put you second again. I needed to lose you to realize how stupid that was, how fucked up my priorities were, because your mate should always come first. You will always come first.” Colton kisses me on the forehead, a grazing light tenderness that makes me feel delicate, and special, igniting the butterflies inside of me, and the softer side that is not consumed by lust.

“Unless you turn into a power crazed psychopath!” I point out in quiet humor and get a white flash of gorgeous smile for my efforts, even if it was a tongue in cheek remark that might upset him. A lightness of the intense heavy moment.

“In that case I give you permission to taser my ass and keep me shackled to the bed, for your pleasure. I would happily live like that for as many years as it took to cure me of my crazy.” He swoops down, catching my lips, while simultaneously scooping me up under the butt, and lifting me to him so I end up straddling him around the waist once more, catching his shoulders with my hands to stop myself falling back. He carries me back to the bed this way, never breaking his kiss on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck fully, entwining him, never wanting to let go ever again. So many times, I almost had him, and he slipped through my fingers, but not this time. He’s my captive, and I will fight tooth and nail to keep him here.

Those weeks of being apart, the heart ache, and pain, from being imprinted on him, and yet always turned away, all fall around us to dust, like they don’t matter anymore. His touch a balm that heals so many wounds, pushes so many painful emotions completely out of me, and the confidence in knowing he will never reject me again gives me new life. He’s in control here, and no sign of doing anything except marking me and finalizing the union with sex. He’s mine, finally. And there is nothing going to come between us or stop us this time around.

Colton drops me on the bed gently, and steps back while he strips off his pants, and boxers, kicking of his socks, and shoes in the process, while I scoop my socks off and throw them past him. Two completely naked people with glowing eyes as wolves’ pique and urge us to unite them too. We take a silent, almost synchronized second to admire the beauty in one another, in all our glory, both liking what we see.

The way he looks at me, eating me with his eyes, and devouring every inch, makes me feel sexy, and desirable, and that tingle of need flushes over me once more, dampening the nerves and hesitations and I reach for him. Colton takes my hand and climbs on the bed, pushing me back against the cushions, and nestles over me in a less hostile manner than our make out the first time. He strokes my hair back and fully lays his body into mine, all curves, and angles matching, and he slides between my thighs to find a comfortable position.

“Are you nervous?” he asks, losing that wildfire in his eyes and toning down to a simmer as he picks up on my underlying anxiety. Lifting his hand and stroking a thumb across my bottom lip as gentle as a fluttering butterfly. The calm in him pushing through his crazy hormones, and it does so much to help me simmer too.

“A little.” I admit, not liking that this softness is quenching the flames of passion and bringing the fear to the forefront a little. I think I would prefer getting lost in the haze instinct and have him just do it when I’m wound up and crazy for him, even if it hurts that way. Get it over and done with, so I can then know what the after feels like, and experience future times, as it’s meant to get better the more you do it. My stomach lurches with a bout of nerves and I swallow down the apprehension.

“I’ll try not to hurt you. We can go slow, be gentle. Marking doesn’t have to be crazy, and aggressive, and bouncing around the furniture. Your first time should be special. Besides, If I don’t calm down I may only last like five seconds, max.” Colton’s heart is beating as fast as mine, but as he utters soothing words I can feel him physically beginning to level out, his own passion and desire simmering because he’s pulling the emotion through instead of the lust, and it’s dampening both of us as we feed from one another.

“I think I don’t want to anticipate…I’m ready to just do it.” I frown at him, my innocence showing, and he laughs softly. Bringing that hand and smoothing down my cheek, the obvious adoration in the way he looks at me.

“You clearly don’t know what foreplay is or, you know… the joy of working up to it.” He grins and kisses me quickly. I blush at that, and he leans in and kisses me a little more intensely, grinding his erection against my intimate places, skin on skin, and I gasp in ecstasy at the unique pleasure waves it causes to ripple through my stomach and up my legs.

“See… sex is about more than just getting it in there. Trust me. I’m not about to make our first time together uncomfortable because you aren’t ready.” Colton strokes his fingers down my throat and across my breast and ignites that same pleasure, caressing my skin so it almost burns with his touch and those warming churning feelings between my legs stir up again to fever pitch. They never lay low for long, even when he’s taking a breather. One touch and he stokes the fire right back up to where it needs to be, and I stop worrying about going slow.

He moves down my body and kisses first my throat, then slides down and licks my nipple, before teasing it between his teeth and I almost arch into a snappable position, lifting my spine off the bed and moaning like crazy with the contact. Colton doesn’t relent, he works down my body, kissing, licking, and caressing, and slides his hand between my thighs, carefully, waiting on sounds of my refusal before he gently rubs across my aching core, his fingers trailing between the folds and smoothing a dampness across from within me..

I almost spasm with the mind-blowing sensation it elicits. That simple caress down there, almost sends me over the edge, and I grab his hair and bury my fingers into the longer length on top to grip onto him as he moves further down. Colton takes it as a sign that I like it and carries on with a second caress, this time circling at the front and almost making me squeal, it feels so good.

I close my eyes and give way to the sensation as Colton gently pushes my legs apart for better access, at the knees, and lifts one of them up to open me fully to him. I tense in anticipation, waiting on the piercing pain because I think he’s going to enter me, and I’ve worked myself up into believing it’ll happen like they told me it would. Sharp agony, and dry grating uncomfortable thrusting, and groan out in surprise when a hot, smooth tongue probes me instead. I wasn’t expecting him to put his mouth down there, and despite the surprise I almost melt to goo, because it’s honest to god the best feeling in the world.

“Oh god” the sensation is nothing like I imagined, not even close. Colton sucking, and licking, down there, warm, and wet, yet unbelievably good. Something that should feel icky, or weird, or even unbearably embarrassing, instead is making my toes curl, and me gasp for more. Clutching at him to urge him to do it harder. The pleasure runs up my limbs, warms my stomach, and the motion of what he’s doing has me writhing about the bed in seconds, making noises like a dying animal and all I can do is grip onto his hair and try not to completely implode.

Colton doesn’t stop what he’s doing and something firmer, longer, and stiffer, gently slides inside of me a little way, and I almost experience my first inner explosion. I assume it’s the beginning of an orgasm, due to this being the first time I have been sexually ignited and touched down there, but as I have no idea what that’s meant to feel like I can only assume. It pushes me to pant and let go of him to grab the bed sheets as I focus on doing nothing but succumbing to how amazing this feels, lifting my hips in time to the way he’s probing me. If I knew sex was like this, I maybe wouldn’t have been so subtle with Colton these past weeks. I would have just pushed him up against a wall and molested him.

“Good, huh?” His smug tone comes at me, but I can’t answer, only breathe in short raspy gasps as waves of growing heat, and tingles, start in my toes and begin to work their way up my limbs, pelvis, making me tremble uncontrollably. He continues to slide, what feels like a finger, gently in and out of me, only a little way. His tongue back on the frontal portion, as he sucks and licks my clitoris and I groan heavily in response to his question, pulling my knees up as my body can’t stay still from the extreme ecstasy coursing through my limbs.

“Oh god, oh god…. Mark me. I swear if you don’t get up and do this, I might eat you.” It’s a crazy breathless whine, as need consumes me, and something big builds up in my stomach and nerve endings that feels like climbing. Even though what he’s doing feels divine and I’m so close to some weird precipice, I want to feel him instead of his hand. If that can send me into a spiraling mess of goo, then I want the real thing and experience what that can do.

Screw foreplay… Mark me already.