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FENRIS

Washing off the fresh blood from my shoulders and hips, I barely wince at the pain from the wounds, debating about the problem of my mate's heat. It feels like fate has taken the decision out of our hands and tossed this heat thing to speed up our mating. I can't see her in pain like that and I wouldn't be able to stop myself if I go near her, her scent calls out to something primitive in me, and then I will lose my temper when she accuses me of rape.

I can almost see all the images dancing in front me.

A knock on the bathroom door startles me from my thoughts and quickly I grab the towel from the rack, covering myself just in time as the door opens. Fuck! I forgot to lock the door.

She stands just inside the bathroom in my shirt which is torn from the sleeves. Her pants seem to have disappeared.

"The pants feel like ants crawling on my skin so I removed them," she answers my unasked question maybe because I am staring at her never ending smooth looking legs. I look up to see at her frightened yet confused face. My heart constricts in my chest and I clench my fist to resist from crushing her to me and never let her go. I never ever want to see that look on her face and the solution to take away that look and replace it with pleasure has too many bad consequences. She squirms from foot to foot and just like that my cock stands at full attention creating a tent in my towel.

Please don't look down. I plead at her mentally. She looks at me with fear and then suddenly clutches her abdomen in pain. My instincts taking over, I rush forward to pull her in closer, tuning myself to her emotions and massage her abdomen as the pain subsides.

"I am in heat," she whispers after the pain subsides a bit. I nod in agreement but then realise that she can't see me.

"Yes. The witch injected you with something," I reply and continue caressing her back and abdomen, breathing in her aroused scent and trying desperately to restrain from marking her. Her arms come around my waist, forcing me to take the hand caressing her abdomen back. Her fingers roam over my back causing a growl to slip from my throat. It feels too good.

"Is it possible for me to go into heat when you haven't marked me?" she asks.

"I don't have any idea about it."

She stiffens when I utter those words and I mentally slap myself for scaring her more. "But please don't worry, I will be with you through it," I reassure her hastily.

"The pain lessens a bit when I touch you," she whispers and I tighten my hold on her. I would do anything to take her pain away even if it means to get blamed for forcing my mate. As if understanding my dilemma or perhaps because of the helplessness of the situation, she starts sniffling.

"Can you please do something to reduce the pain? I know you have probably moved on..." she sniffles and now it's my turn to I stiffen. Why in the hell is she thinking that I have moved on?

"Who told you that I have moved on?" I growl lowly, unable to reign in my temper, I move back a little ignoring her cry of protest and tip her chin to look into her eyes.

"I... I... you were busy with a girl during the ceremonial dinner and tonight when she held you back from coming to me, you willingly stepped back," she replies angrily and I hold back a smile. My mate is fierce and so damn hot. She's jealous of Alcina. Never in my life did I think that my mate would be jealous of my cousin sister.

"She's my maternal cousin and a witch," I say cupping her cheek and her face reddens.

She looks lovely when she's not writhing in pain. To show her how much I am still into her, I lean down and kiss her softly, controlling myself from devouring her mouth. She stiffens for a moment but then opens for me and I relish the feel of her soft lips. Caressing her soft tongue and delving deeper into her, I pull her closer to grind myself against her hips. She moans loudly, clutching into my shoulders and clawing at my back with one hand, the other pulling at my hair. The pain of my wounds being scratched only fuels my desire for her. Moving my hands downwards, I cup her naked ass underneath my shirt and hoist her up. Her legs automatically go around my hips and I carry her, turning to rest her back against the tiled bathroom wall. She only moans confirming that she's not in pain.

With one last lick on her lips, I move back to rest my forehead against hers. Looking deep into her eyes, I check if she is scared of my advances because if I take this any further, I sure as hell won't be able to hold myself back. She grinds her hips against mine and that's the only encouragement I need. I kiss her lips before moving down to lay open mouthed kisses on her jaw and then trail towards her neck.

Ah, hell! She feels so good in my arms, writhing and moaning for more. I hold her against the walls with one hand cupping her ass and move my other hand down, to check if she's ready. Wouldn't want to hurt her. Gliding my fingers downwards into her mound, I feel the wetness of her heat coat my fingers. Relishing the feel of her pleasure and proud that I am responsible for it, I insert a finger in her tight sheath. Her cry of pleasure and the sway of her hips to ride my fingers only heightens my pleasure.

"Fenris. I am ready please just do something," she moans, grinding on my fingers and palm. I grit my teeth to control from pounding into her. I need to take this slow. Taking a deep breath to calm myself, I once again look into her pleasure filled, heavy lidded eyes to see any doubt but thankfully find none. Removing my finger from her wetness, I lick them clean and watch my mate who groans at me, licking her own lips as if in anticipation.

"We'll get rid of this shirt?" I ask, my voice hoarse with the need to fuck her. She nods and starts to unbutton her shirt but I have no patience so I just grip the collar of the shirt in both my hands and rip it apart. She gasps but I just shrug. The shirt was anyway ruined. I pull the towel off my hips and throw them in the hamper. Meanwhile, Sierra bends to kiss my mark. She licks it and my cock jerks in anticipation. I growl at the pleasure her tongue brings me and my fangs slip free thinking of marking her.

My cock rests just below her sensing her wetness but I control from moving into her. As if reading my mind, she urges me forward by tightening her legs around my hips and pulling at my hair to bring my face closer to hers. Taking the hint, I kiss her and push into her slowly. She jerks a little but I swallow her moans and move my hand to caress her mark behind her neck, keeping a check for any pain. She moves closer, pushing me deeper into her and her breasts graze against my chest. I shudder at the feel of her nipples rubbing on me. Dipping my head to take one rose coloured bud into my mouth, I suck it hard. She moans in pleasure, shivers and clutches my shoulder closer to her, her nails biting into me. I continue caressing her mark with featherlight touches and pump into her with a much-restrained slower pace.

"Fuck baby! You are too tight. Am I hurting you?" I ask, closing my eyes as her walls clench on me.

"No... Don't hold back, Fenris. Please. It feels good," she moans arching into me and that's all I need as my control snaps. I pound into her at a faster and a much harder pace while paying attention to her other nipple. Sucking and nibbling on it, I caress her mark in sync. I drag my fangs over her skin refraining from biting down deep into her skin. I don't think she's ready enough for the marking. Her kneeing cries fill the air around us and she climaxes hard, moaning my name, her vaginal walls clasping onto my cock. Suddenly, I feel a sharp bite near my collar bone and I open my eyes to look down at my mate's fangs lodged deep into my skin that I bleed a little.

Fuck! The sudden bite of pain and her satisfaction at marking me sends me over the edge. I hold her hips steady in a bruising hold as I come hard, growling louder than ever before. Her walls are milking every last drop of cum, prolonging my orgasm. My canines ache with the need to bite her and seal the deal but at the last moment I turn my head. She shudders in my arms and extracts her fangs out of my skin, licking the bite mark then rests her head on my shoulder. I shudder at the feel of her hair sticking to my sweat covered body and dip my face in the crook of her neck to steady my rapid breathing but grit my teeth at the temptation of marking her satin soft skin and making her mine.

Wow! Never in my life did I think that my first time with my mate would be in a bathroom, that too during mating frenzy and that it will result into her marking me, initiating the claiming. I always thought that the male wolf marks first. Surely, my mate has other ideas.

She squirms in my arms after a few minutes and I sense a little bit of embarrassment from her. I loosen my hold on her and slip out, wincing as my still hard cock slides from her sex slick folds when she makes a move to stand by herself. Still keeping a hold on her waist, I wait.

"I am sorry for rejecting you and also for marking you without permission," she speaks looking up at me with guilt in her eyes. Her words soothe me, maybe because I did feel betrayed when she rejected me outright without giving me a chance to prove my claim. But yes, I had already forgiven her. She's gone through enough heartbreak. Let's not begin with the pleasure she brings me by marking me.

"You don't need to apologise for anything." I manage, kissing on her soft lips and trying to keep the elation out of my voice. Wouldn't want to scare her with my absolute happiness, now. What would she think? That I am really a maniac. I shake my head to push out those thoughts.

"Come on. We'll take a shower before going back to bed?" I ask her not wanting to do anything wrong. She nods and then smiles shyly tempting me once again but I quickly pick her up and put her down under the shower head. Turning the temperature to lukewarm, since she's already hot because of the heat, I grab the washcloth and clean her head to toe. I ignore my erection and methodically wash her up. She's barely standing upright and I don't want to push her more. Once, she's all washed up, she makes a move to clean my blood smeared skin but I shake my head.

"I'll clean myself faster without your wandering fingers," I say and she blushes. Lifting her chin up I kiss her swollen lips softly and grab a towel for her body and one for her hair and lift her to sit her on the counter. She's drowsy with sleep so I wash myself within seconds and dry myself before tying it around my waist, not wanting to keep her waiting.

I don't have a hair dryer so, I just towel dry her hair and she lets me. Tying the other towel around her, I pick her up and go out into the bedroom. She snuggles deeper into my chest and I rub my chin on her head as a wave of protective instincts hit me hard. Holding her tighter against me, I quickly grab a t-shirt for her. Setting her down on the bed, she opens her eyes to look at me. Taking the t-shirt from my hands, she shyly motions for me to turn and I oblige a bit reluctantly. I already saw everything. I pick up the now wet towels and throw them in the basket before grabbing a pair of shorts and for me.

I wait for a minute for her to finish covering herself before turning back to her. She stands awkwardly at the foot of my bed and fidgets with the hem of my t-shirt which reaches her thighs. Exhaustion is the prime feeling wafting from her.

"Where should I sleep?" she asks timidly and I control myself from tossing her in my bed, claiming that she isn't leaving my side even for a moment, but thankfully, reign in my wolf.

Clearing my throat, I try speaking in my softest voice, "You will sleep in my bed with me. I hope you don't mind." I add the last part to sound more understanding rather than commanding. She nods and I sense relief wafting from her, adding in to my relief.

"I didn't inform anyone."

"I know, Sierra. Nobody would have allowed you to leave the school premises if you had informed anyone." I try to keep my voice low but fail when a low growl slips from my throat. We both wince at my failed attempt.

"I am sorry. I had a nightmare and then I felt drawn towards the woods. I also missed you," she says nervously fidgeting with the shirt and all my anger at her carelessness evaporates in to the cold air.

"What nightmare?" I ask moving a bit closer to her but she shakes her head and then shrugs. I take it she doesn't want to talk about it and an odd sense of awkwardness breathes into our conversation.

"You go to sleep. I hope you don't feel any pain at the moment?" I wait for her to answer. At the shake of her head, I motion for her to climb into the bed. She does, flashing her ass and I close my eyes to avoid the temptation. She lifts the comforter for me but I hesitate. Her lips pull down in hurt and I berate myself for my actions, then climb in beside her.

"Good night, Fenris." She snuggles into me kissing my new mark on my left shoulder and I sigh letting out the breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Good night baby." Pulling her into my arms, her back to my chest, I kiss her mark, feeling the shiver that runs through her when I kiss it. It's a smaller version of mine, an exact copy which fills me with immense satisfaction. Even if this she-wolf has hurt me many times with her words and actions, I clearly cannot hate her. My love and yearning for her only grew and continues to grow with every moment as she snuggles deeper in my embrace clutching onto my hand that rest on her belly. Soon, her breathing evens out, indicating that she's asleep. Still checking for any distress, I find none, just exhaustion, no hint of the pain of heat. Nuzzling in the heavy fall of her hair, I kiss it feeling the soft strands and marvel at the beauty that is my mate.

The sound of people moving downstairs in the house, keep me from falling into a deep sleep. Duty calls. With a resigned sigh, I get out of the bed as stealthily as I can manage.

Making sure that she's in deep sleep and covered completely with the thick blanket, I bend over my mate's sleeping form to kiss her forehead and brush off a few strands of hair from her cheeks. She looks peaceful, all snuggled deep into the pillows, her breathing now even.

Donning a t-shirt, I head downstairs to deal with the rogue and the witch. This is becoming more and more tiring but at least I have my mate, willing this time, to return back to. 

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