Chapter 51

*Hello my amazing and wonderful readers! I apologize for not updating for some time and i really appreciate your patience! School and work have been a nightmare lately and to top it off, i hit quite the writers block. i so far got a few more chapters written and hopefully my ideas keep flowing! Also this chapter took me quite a while to write because i wanted it to be perfect. I had to outline and rewrite so many times. It is ready now and i really hope y'all enjoy! :)

**P.S. Mature scene ahead ;) **

Nightmares don’t plague me after falling asleep the second time. I am wakened up by birds chirping outside the window and Blanche frantically talking in my head.

*Athena? Athena! Wake up! Wake up you lazy bitch, I need to hear you.*

My eyes shoot open, and I sit up. Silas is no longer next to me, but I hear the shower running in the other room.

“Blanche?” I say out loud. I look down and see my bruises and significantly healed. They will probably be gone in a few hours. I never loved my white wolf healing so much.

*Thank goddess., I’ve been calling you for over an hour.* She huffs in irritation.

“Im sorry Blanche, I was just so tired. How are you? When did you return?”

*About a half a day ago. Don’t worry about me, im more worried about you. Luckily, I was able to heal most of the damage that bastard inflicted.* She growls.

“Half a day?! How long have I been asleep?” I gasp.

*I think about 2 days? I needed time to recover, with that much wolfsbane I had to go completely dormant.*

On that note, she’s back to being silent. She’s probably still healing herself.
I no longer hear the hissing of the shower running so I’m assuming he finished. The door clicks and opens revealing Silas with a towel around his waist and damp hair. Just like when I first spoke to him. To think we only known each other for a short while and he completely stole my heart. He sees Im awake and a smile forms on his face. A smile of relief that melts my heart.

“How are you feeling, angel?” He asks and sits at the end of the bed.

“Better now that I can hear Blanche again and getting decent sleep. How long have I been out?” I ask.

“About 3 days since you woke up. Freya said your wolf took more damage than expected so she needed more time to come out of dormancy.” He says and runs a hand through his damp hair.

“Damn, I slept in.” I stretch and yawn. He chuckles and shakes his head.

“You only need to worry about getting yourself better.” He says. Then memories from when I was last awake flood my brain. To get rid of this brand on my chest I need be marked by Silas, my fated mate. My eyes grow wide and he notices. Then his face turns serious, most likely having a good idea on what I’m thinking. “About what we talked about when you were last awake. I don’t want to pressure you into marking. With all that’s happened I don’t want it to be something just to protect you. It's meant to be something meant to be cherished forever. I love you, more than anything but I don’t want it to be a moment of desperation.”

I become completely still, and I just stare at him. Doesn’t he know he is everything to me? I don’t just want his mark for protection.

Blanche makes her presence known again and proceeds to snort in my head. *But have you told him that? After all the time we spent together you haven’t mentioned once its something you truly wanted. Sure, we’ve had moments weakness, but you haven’t made what you want crystal clear.
I swear, you’re both are lucky to have us wolves. We’re the ones with brains and common sense.*
I feel her shaking her head in mild irritation.

My brows raise to Blanche ‘s new attitude. She has never spoken like this yet. Even though she’s right, she’s turning into quite the bitch. Not that I can blame her for what we’ve gone through.

This causes me to rethink everything. Wanting to know if I do have lingering doubts. After everything I just went through, is his mark something I truly want? I am still quite timid of being touched and under the gaze of a man, but I don’t fear him. Ill never forget the feeling when he stormed into the camp and charged to my rescue. All I can think about is that. Not the assault, not the horrific blood moon ceremony. Instead, I can only think of how my courageous mate did everything in his power to find me and rescue me. Not only that, when I was abducted by my own brother, the look on Silas’s face will forever be etched into my mind. It was like the most precious thing to him in the world was being taken away.

These moments convince me that I don’t need to be afraid. I never have to be afraid of him.

Blanche nods in approval. *Exactly, now tell him that. You need to be perfectly clear and tell him want you want. Males are way too stupid pick up on these things unless we explain it to them in simplest terms.*
This causes me to choke back a laugh and I take in her words carefully.

I clear my throat and scoot up to him. “I don’t just want the mark for protection. Im done waiting for the perfect moment because that’s up to us to make any moment special. You are my mate and I’m yours. What other reason do we need other than we love each other?”

I sigh and wait for him to say something because he goes completely silent. I feel Blanche wagging her tail and yipping in approval.
“It would be an understatement to say I’m afraid. After everything your brother did to me my head is screaming at me to crawl in a hole and hide away from the world. But my body and heart know I don’t need to be afraid of you. Ill never be afraid of you.” I lay my head on his shoulder.

His cheek rests on my head and he takes a deep breath. “You, are an amazing woman angel.”

I lightly laugh. “You are just noticing this now?”

He laughs from the gut. “I have always noticed.”

“Liar.” I poke his muscled abs.

“Liar? You’re calling me, your mate, a liar?” He says as if I offended him. He pokes me back and I gasp at the audacity. I puff up my cheeks like a little kid ready to argue with all I got. Only to have him grab them with a hand gently and they deflate.

“Don’t forget what happened the last time your started this shit.” He says with a wicked smirk and pecks a small kiss. Remembering that little incident with the lake my eyes widen. My cheeks warm as I begin to blush thinking of how Vladmir wanted to claim me so bad then.

“Fine.” I pout and cross my arms like a child.

“You can argue all you want when you are fully recovered. Then you’ll be able to reap the consequences.” He chuckles and goes to get up. “How about we go get dressed and go see everyone. Freya wants to check up on you.”

“Wait.” I whisper and take a hold of his arm. He stops and looks back at me curiously. I stand up and pick my words carefully and finally say. “Help me get rid of this thing on my chest. I can’t spend another moment with his mark where yours should be.”

“Now? Are you sure?” His eyes widen.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” I whisper and connect my lips with his gently.

He remains somewhat unsure but eventually gives in. He deeps the kiss but not so intense that it overwhelms me. My breathing picks up and our tongues move in an intricate dance. His hands make their way down my back and on my ass. He begins to push us back and my thighs then hit the mattress. I can hear Blanche purring in excitement, she is
leaping around in my mind. Knowing I heeded her advice.

He gently takes me down onto the bed and I pull him down with me. All without breaking our lips apart. He growls against my mouth and his hands brush every intimate part of my body. Replacing the phantom pain Damon inflicted on me.

Many would probably think I shouldn’t be feeling this way so soon after an event so traumatic. Maybe it would be a different story if I wasn’t a werewolf. But right now, I know I love this man. I refuse to have someone ruin this. I refuse to have anyone ruin our bond.

His damp hair brushes my forehead, and we continue to explore each other. My body decides to take this a step further and I tug at the towel that hangs on his waist. It falls off with ease and his hand makes its way under my shirt. His large warm hand sends intense sparks throughout my body causing me to gasp against his lips. I feel his lips turn up into a smirk and slides my shirt up exposing my breasts and nipples that are stiff with arousal.
He then breaks our lips apart leaving me panting and yearning for more. His lips trail down from my cheek to my neck and then my chest. I suck in breaths every time his lips connect with my skin and lightly holds down my squirming body.

Now he is above the the dirty mark on my chest and stops. His hand bushes over it and then gently brushes my hair off my clavicle and neck. He takes in my scent in deep breaths and comes to a complete pause.

“Last chance, Angel.” He says with a deep growl and I feel his top canine teeth nick the sensitive skin on my neck.

“Please.” I whimper. His lips touch my skin again and then his teeth quickly pierce my skin. I cry out and struggle against the pain. He pins my arms down and keeps my in place with his body weight. Burning fire is spreading throughout my body and Blanche is giving me constant encouragement telling me the pain will pass soon.
Then in a split second I am in complete euphoria. Every muscle in my body goes into a spasm and my whole-body shakes. My eyes roll back and my mind becomes mush. Moans pass my lips and I feel him release some of his grip on my wrists. I climb down the the pure ecstasy and my mind bounces back to awareness. His teeth unlatch from my neck, and he lightly licks the wound. He lifts his head, and his eyes find mine. His lips turn up into a sweet smile. Once my fangs pierce his skin, we will be one.
His lips once again connect to mine, and he sucks the air from me. He turns us over and now he is under me. I feel his manhood on my thigh and it’s stiff as a board. I smirk against his lips knowingly and break my lips from his. I mimic what he did and trail my lips down his neck and chest. His scent of pine and eucalyptus surrounds me sending me deeper into a frenzy. He groans and lays his head back on the bed. I debate on going further before I mark him. I mean all he did was touch me with his lips. Maybe he didn’t know it was ok to go further?

I look up at him and his eyes are glazed over with pleasure.

“C-can I touch you?” I ask a bit awkwardly. Blanches ears perk up in suprise. Suprised i would have the guts to ask. Should I have just touched him and see how he reacts? Was I right to ask? Why do I have to be so clueless now?
He sits up slightly and his eyes study me. “Y-you don’t have to.”

Blanche purrs in my head. *Do it, he is yearning for you to touch him. I can see the excitment.*

“I know, but I want to.” I say and my hand travels down over his abs and finally meets with little friend.

I barley brush it and he throws his head back with a groan. It took one tiny touch to send him. I wrap my fingers around it and pump my hand up and down his shaft. I tighten my grip slightly and experiment to see what he likes. Sometimes he breathlessly moans “fuck” and my name. He Then sits up and snatches my lips as I continue to please him. Then I make my way to his clavicle. I nick my teeth against his skin as he did with me, and he sucks in a quick breath of air. Without another moment to waste I sink my teeth into his skin and latch on. He is groaning in pain, and I release my hand from his dick. Blanche is howling in my head, and I can feel something flowing into me. Strength and power flow into me like liquid. Then in moments something snaps in place. The bond is fortified and now Blanche is connected to his wolf. We are complete. His muscles tense up and moans in pleasure. There is now a slight burning on my neck going down my bicep and a bit more intense burning on my chest.

I unlatch my teeth from him and proceed to lick the wound I inflicted. My eyes are then met with a absolutely beautiful mark. Intricate lines and swirls of cyan blue and deep violet make a pattern from the neck going down on the shoulder and down the bicep. The most breathtaking part of it is the two shapes of wolves chasing each other like a yin yang. One blue and one violet. Both are chasing each other around a crescent moon that is a dark ocean blue. I have never seen such an amazing mark. What could it mean?
I trace the lines and admire it while he comes down from the intense orgasm of the marking. He comes back into focus, and he inspects the identical mark on me.
He go silent and then eyes eyes travel to my chest. I look down and see a light scar where that forced mark was. He runs his warm fingers over and he smiles in relief. Its gone. He cant get me anymore. I know completely and wholly I belong to my fated mate who I am madly in love with. He is mine as I am his.

His hand rests on my cheek and his eyes study and admire. “You are so beautiful.” He says with a sigh and a easy smile.

“I know.” I giggle breathlessly. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckles with amusement and turns us over. “For someone who is supposed to be as wise as the goddess. You have quite the mouth.”

“Would you have it any other way?” My eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Absolutely not.” He barks out a laugh and lays a light kiss on my lips. “How about we put it to another use?”