Coffin
M&M’s for Breakfast ~ Naika
End Game ~ Cat Burns
Shane’s words were on repeat as he drove into me. We were slick with sweat, his smoky scent on me like a second layer of skin as I held on, needy for everything he had to give me. He cursed as I clenched around him. Pleasure danced through me as I twitched around his still-throbbing cock.
Releasing my canines form his neck, I ran my tongue up the punctures as he rutted into me. The tangy metallic taste of his blood scratched an itch I didn’t know I had. Ropes of come continued to shoot into me, filling me the only way he could. His claws held me still as he filled me with every last drop.
The primal urge buried deep had surfaced and with this bite, their screams were silenced. I had done the one thing that would bind Shane to me. He was mine and now I’d marked him as such. He would know and the whole fucking world would know when their eyes fell on his neck.
“Oh, I love it when you fill me,” I moaned.
This was true. I already felt full—complete, with Shane inside of me, but when he came, it felt good in a way I couldn’t explain. As if on a universal level, the two of us coming together like this was forbidden. Bonds were broken and freedom was sweet. As I came down from my high, I noticed the way Shane tensed beneath me. Everything came crashing down as the implications of what I’d done finally hit me like a ton of bricks. The haze cleared. And it was at this moment, I knew I’d fucked up.
Shane’s chest rose and fell against my breasts. We were still connected, but I could feel the distance growing and I couldn’t blame him. Goddess, I’d bitten him. I marked him and we hadn’t agreed on it. Hell, we talked about so much but we never broached this subject. I was moments away from hyperventilating while Korra preened like a peacock. She was pleased. Of course, she was. My jaw fell open, moved as I tried to form words, an excuse, only to come up with nothing and close.
I needed to see him—to look into his eyes and know he was okay with this, that we were okay. But I couldn’t bring myself to lift my chin because I was a afraid. I was a coward. What if he was angry? I’d basically forced myself on him. What if he didn’t want this? What if I’d screwed it all up? If he wasn’t okay with this… I needed to figure out what to do.
Panic was officially setting into my bones. My fingers were trembling. I knew him, and now, I’m sure he knew it. Can you even take a mark back? Of course you fucking can’t. What a stupid question. Even if I wanted to, which I don’t, I wouldn’t. I’d left with Gabe before any of the other members our age had met their mates. What if Shane didn’t want to be bound to me for an eternity? My stomach churned at that, but I also had to fight from smiling because there was nothing he could do about it now. It was twisted, demented even, but it settled the panic. He was stuck with me, and Goddess, I loved the way that sounded. Besides… Shane wanted me. He would want to mark me as his. He’d done so with his come. He’d want to bite me, too, right?
What if he rejected me?
That was the only thing that came to mind to undo this. In the span of a few minutes, I’d jump to conclusions. If I kept spiraling, it would only get worse. Before I could chicken out, I moved back and tilted my chin up so I could look at him. A lump formed in my throat as I took in his expression. This didn’t look like the face of a man who wanted to be bitten. His chin was slightly tucked in, his curls clung to his forehead, and his lips parted. But it was the confused and slightly deranged look in his eyes that rattled me. I know I did something impulsively, but this wasn’t the reaction he was supposed to have. He was supposed to be happy, or just as crazy to put his mark on me as I had done to him.
“Shane?” I rasped. Obsidian eyes flashed yellow. My wolf was happy, and from our encounters, I knew Max felt the same. “Max?” I whispered just before they returned to dark pools. He lifted his hand, and I traced the lines of tattoos along his muscles as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“What have you done?” Shane choked out.
“I-It was an accident. I didn’t—”
“You didn’t mean to mark me?” His eyebrow arched as his eyes finally locked on mine.
“No, I did. I just… I wasn’t thinking clearly. Are you mad?” Lowering my eyes, I focused on his chest tattoos. A second or two of silence stretched between us before he sighed.
“Adea…” I hated the tinge of disappointment in his voice. Like he was about to handle me with kid gloves.
“Is this really a problem?” I asked just above a whisper.
“It’s okay… I can… I can fix this,” Shane murmured. Now he was the one panicking, but I couldn’t figure out why. He was trying not to lose it. I could see it. The way his eyes kept flashing to yellow and back, and the hand still on me shook violently. Was it a commitment issue? Did Shane not want to be tied to me?
“Fix this? Is it that crazy to think we would choose each other? You can just… do the same,” I whispered. I was baring my soul to him. I’ve never felt so naked in front of a man as I do in front of Shane. In all honesty, I’d do whatever he wanted me to. I would hand him my heart on a platter if he asked.
“Yes, fix this. Wait, are you telling me to mark you?” Shane spluttered.
The surprise in his gaze was another nail in my coffin. Goddess, there’s no way I read this wrong. He’s into me. I’m into him. It’s his behavior that doesn’t make sense.
“Is it that ridiculous of an idea?” I murmured. Reaching up, I tried to wrap my arms around his neck, but his hands gripped my wrists and pulled them down between us.
“I’m not marking you, Princess.”
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