Chapter Twenty-Four

I woke up the next morning, my body aching in all sorts of places. The bite on my neck burned like no other. I groaned as I rolled over, finding that Mark was not lying next to me. I shot up, looking around the room. My legs felt like jello, but managing, I threw the covers from my body and turned to plant my feet on the cold floor. I held on to the bed as I stood up, wobbling over to my closet to grab some clothes.

*'What the hell did I get myself into? I highly doubt I won't die next time we have sex.'* I internally chuckled at myself. Although, for it being my first time, last night was incredible. He was gentle and rough all at once. Just thinking about last night made me another shade of crimson and my insides churn. I looked at myself in the mirror. At least I know I look good in an old half-t-shirt and a pair of jogging pants. I threw my hair up into a high pony tail and made my way out of my room. I looked around the whole area, but Mark was nowhere around.

"Mark?" I yelled from the balcony at the top of the staircase. No answer.

*'Where the hell did he go? It's not very polite to leave like that.'* I shook my head.

"Guess I'll just go for a run." I mumbled to no one. I made my way down the staircase to the main door leading to the hallway. I reached for the door knob and the whole door flung open, nearly hitting my face. I jumped back slightly, seeing Mark with a breakfast tray in his hands. He looked so handsome with his disheveled black hair and a pair of sweats. His 6-pack on full display in front of me. I damn near started drooling! My eyes trailed up and down his body till I heard Mark clear his throat. My face went red and I met his eyes.

"Good morning, babe." He devilishly smiled. "Where are you off to?"

"I figured I would go for a run, but since you brought breakfast, I'll gladly eat." I held my hand over my stomach. I was always known as the bottomless pit in this house. Mark chuckled.

"Come, lets go sit down and eat. I'll go for a run with you." He winked at me. Somehow, I felt he had alterior motives with this run.

"Okay." We walked to the table in silence. Sitting down, I watched Mark fix my plate, setting it down in front of me before going to make his own. He sat down across from me. The food smelled amazing, and I instantly started digging in. I moaned as the food touched all my tastebuds, leaving nothing to the imagination with how amazing Mark's cooking was.

"If you don't stop making those noises, it's going to be really hard for me to hold my composure." Mark stifled a laugh while trying to be serious. I laughed, glancing up at him to see the playfulness in his eyes.

"Oh really now? Well, you held out for two years, what's an extra 20 minutes of listening to me appreciate your cooking?" I mocked.

"Morgan, don't test me." His eyes grew darker and I had a feeling his wolf was coming to the surface. A thought came to mind, and before I could voice it, Mark had me out of my chair and up against the wall. Kissing my lips hard, his hands roaming up underneath my shirt. My arms snaked around his neck and pulled him harder into me. He lifted my body up by my waist, my legs instinctively wrapping around his. He cupped my butt and trailed his kisses down to his bite mark on my neck.

"God you're so beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky?" He nuzzled his face into my neck, licking his mark making my whole body shudder in excitement. He opened his mouth, elongated teeth showing and firmly pressed it against the marks on my neck.

*Buzz Buzz*

Mark froze. His pocket started vibrating out of nowhere. He growled and dropped my legs, allowing me to gain my balance before he grabbed his phone.

"What?" He ran his hand over his face and through his hair in irritation.

"No! How are they-"

"Okay, fine. We'll be there soon." He hung up his phone and looked at me. I was fixing my t-shirt and looked up at him, seeing the frustration clearly written all over his face. I cocked my head and smiled sheepishly.

"What's the matter?" I asked non-chalantly, sauntering the few feet to where Mark had stood. I slipped my arms around his waist, closing the distance between our bodies. He groaned.

"You don't know how hard this is for me right now. I feel like I could run a million miles right now." He brushed his fingers over his mark, sending shivers down my spine, smirking at me with a devilish grin on his face. "I want to take you back to the bedroom so badly, but Meg called me. That damn bitch." He lowered his head on my shoulder, a soft giggle leaving my lips.

"I'm sure we can wait awhile anyways, I feel like my body would split in half if we did it again." I giggled more as he started to plant soft kisses along my neck and jaw.

"But you're so amazingly delicious." He whined. I slapped his chest, pushing him away with all my might as I laughed at how he sounded like a child.

"Stop Mark!" He scooped me up bridal style and started carrying me towards the stairs. I thrashed around trying to get him to put me down, but his grip tightened around my body.

"She can wait a couple hours." My eyes widened like a damn owls. "I'm not entirely done with you, yet." He teased, kissing my lips softly. Electrifying sparks shot through my body, making it soften and I pushed closer into him.

"I don't think I can last a couple hours!"

"We'll just have to see about that." He winked at me and kicked opened my bedroom door, softly laying me on my bed.

"Damn it, Mark! My body is already sore!" I said giggling, his whole body hovering over me. He grinned wickedly, his eyes showing off their usual playfulness.

"What happened to '*I can handle anything you throw at me*'?" He bent down kissing my lips, leaving feathery light kisses leading down to my jawline. My breath hitched in my throat as he shredded my shirt off of me.

"Awww Mark! That was my favorite half-shirt." I pouted. He chuckled at me.

"I'll make you one of out my old t-shirts." He winked at me. He dove for my neck, forcing me to giggle outloud. He kissed my lips, leaning on his elbows over me. I looked up into his eyes, my hand cupping his cheek.

"I love you so much, Mark." I whispered softly.

He returned the favor, cupping my face in both of his very large hands. "I love you too, Morgan. You are a gift from the Goddess for me, I don't think I could have ever imagined my life being any better." He kissed my lips forcefully, as if he was quenching a thirst he couldn't handle. He ripped the rest of my clothes off and somehow managed to drop his pants in the process.