Chapter 24: Marks

Chapter 24: Marks
Silas
A ray of light hits my eyes, forcing me awake. It is the second night in a row without nightmares. We were up late into the night, but I feel so well-rested. It’s like the whole world is new again. Waking up today is better than yesterday or any day before.
Syd is sleeping on my chest again, but this morning she is naked. Her smooth, toned body pressed against mine, her wild ginger curls covering my chest. This is ecstasy. The slightly sweet and tart notes of red current mixed with the spicy hints of cinnamon fill my senses. My need to have her is growing by the second.
“Let’s peek at her mark?” Bram is just as enthralled with our mate as I am.
I try to gently move her hair from her shoulder and neck to take a quick look. The shifting of her hair gives me a surprised reaction. Syd nuzzles into my chest and wiggles her body closer. Her leg comes up and over my body rubbing her inner thigh on my morning wood.
Mixed in with her scent is something else, her arousal. It hit me when she rubbed her leg against me. There’s a murmur coming from her; it gets louder, “more, Si. More.”
She’s dreaming about me, about us together. Should I make that dream a reality? Her hips start grinding into my side, and her leg is rubbing me into insanity. Maybe I will help myself in her dream. I reach down under the blanket and quickly find her soaking pussy. I just want to play a little. I run my fingers up and down her folds. Pinching her clit in my fingers. She’s moaning, and I slid in a finger.
She starts fucking my hand, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. “More Silas, more.” She was demanding, but I wanted to give in to those demands every chance I could.
She would have to say goodbye to dream-me because real-me was hard as a rock, and I wanted to be deep inside her. I lean down and whisper, “Sydney, if you keep moaning my name in your sleep, I’m going to fuck you in real life.”
Her eyes flutter open she looks at me with sleep in her eyes. I adjust my hand that’s in her pussy, and she jolts up. Her face is flush, and she tries to hide behind her curls. It’s so damn cute when she’s shy. “Ummmm… What did I do just now?”
My lips curl up in a grin. “You were fucking my hand and moaning my name.”
Her hands go up to cover her face from me, “Please forget that ever happened.”
I grab her waist and pull her on top of me. My hard dick was right in front of her waiting pussy. “I can’t. That was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever witnessed.” I lift her and position myself at her entrance. “I want to hear you moan my name again.” I slam her down on me. She’s already so wet I slide right in. I feel her walls tens around me at my invasion. Her pussy is fucking magic.
“Silas,” She screams out. Just what I want. I slam her down again, and I feel her tremble.
“Do whatever you want to feel good.” She looks at me with lust-filled eyes. Her chest rising a falling quickly. I garb a tit with one hand and slap her tight ass with the other. Her lust-filled eyes turn to hunger. I’m about to be devoured by an Alpha, and I can’t wait.
She starts to ride my dick like it was her only mission in life. It is heaven. I’m in awe as I watch her. The sun shone through the currents catching bits of Sydney’s pale skin. It looked like she was glowing. Her red curls look ablaze, and her eyes show like gems. Her hair shifts as she throws her head back while grinding out her climax on me. Her mark becomes visible, and I’m reminded this awe-inspiring she-wolf is mine. “I thought you were beautiful under me last night, but you’re stunning in the morning light with my mark on you.” I buck my hips and slam her down again.
“More.” She moans out.
I slam her down hard three more times, and I feel her walls clench my cock, and I know she’s there. She screams out, “Yes.” I pump a few more times and find my release. Sydney collapses on top of me. I kiss the top of her head. I wouldn’t mind doing this every morning.
Sydney looks up at me and traces her fingers on my mate mark. “You look pretty hot with that mark Mr. Lumiere.” She bits the corner of her bottom lip and giggled. I fight the urge to roll her over and take her again.
I roll Syd off me and get out of bed. I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around me as I carry us to the bathroom. She’s kissing my mark and giggling the whole time. I’m already rock hard again. How do mates ever leave the bedroom? I stand her in front of the mirror. “Let’s look together.”
She smiles brightly at me. “OK.”
My mark is not what I expected. “Is that…” No way.
“Fenrir, the Norse good of wolves as a fire wolf? Yes, it is.” Sydney smiles proudly. “It’s the same mark my father gave my mother. It’s the Eld mate mark. Our linage is old Norse, and Eld means fire, so this is our blessed mate mark. Ever fated Eld mate has it.” I have the wolf god as my mate mark. That’s some linage. Marks are blessings from the moon goddess, so to have our wolf sprites’ father deity as your mate mark is an honor.
I kiss her. “I love it. I guess I should explain yours.”
She leans over the counter in the mirror. Damn, I need to control myself. “Yeah, what is this flowery plant. I never thought I would have such a girly mate mark.”
“It’s a Heather plant. Youngblood is a Swedish name that means Heather leaf. What’s interesting is you have both white and purple. Normally Youngblood mates get one of the two colors.” I wrap my arms around her from behind and kiss her shoulder.
“So, this isn’t normal?” The childish excitement she’s showing me is new. I wonder if this side of her is only for me—the real Sydney.
“No, it’s special. White means Protection and good luck purple mean admiration.” I bury my face in her neck. I love how tall she is; I don’t have to crouch down; she is just right there, perfect.
She giggles again. I love that giggle. “So, what are you saying you will protect me? Do you adore me? And are you my good luck charm?”
I nibble on her neck and give her a playful growl. “Yes, Yes, and damn right I am. There are your answers.” I turn her around and sit her on the counter.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and we are making out again. She wraps her legs around me, and I run my hands up and down her lengthy stems. I want to take her right here on the counter when there’s a knock on the door.
“Who is it,” Syd yells out, annoyance dripping from every word.
“It’s Ambrose Alpha. Ummm… you have a call from the Chairmen of the Alpha Council.”
Syd looks at me with furrowed brows and bond-links me, “what does Alpha John want?”
“No idea, maybe it’s about my Lumiere ceremony.” I link back.
“Please tell Alpha John I will call him back in fifteen minutes.” She slides off the counter. “I guess we have work to do.”
I groan, “I guess so.” I didn’t think I would still need a cold shower after marking my mate but duty calls.