Chapter 43: Marked

-Serena-

We worked hard this whole week, tracking down the spies and making sure the packs they lived in knew about them, but didn’t try and remove them. We had to work carefully, so no one knew yet that I was working with Rogan and the rest. We had been quite busy though, and that meant there wasn’t much time for Rogan and me to spend alone, and we were often very tired late at night, so we went straight to bed. This morning though, we woke up a little later, and I felt Rogan’s hand underneath the t-shirt I was sleeping in, resting on my breast. I smiled and scooted closer to him, rubbing my ass against him. He groaned a little, and I knew I was waking him up in a way he liked. The hand on my breast squeezed me a little, and I smiled, loving the reaction I got.

“You should know better than to tease an alpha in the morning,” he said in my ear with that husky morning voice.

My smile only grew bigger, and I tried to control myself a little. I wasn’t used to smiling so much or feeling so good. I had never been around people who smiled much either or spoke about other things than training and hunting down werewolves, but here they talked about so many things. It was so … normal! They were still reserved towards me, but it was easier if Rogan was at my side, then it seemed like they were less tense around me.

“Don’t know what you mean,” I teased.

Rogan turned me a little, so he was hovering over me, and I saw a small smile on his lips and his eyes full of desire. I had never before understood that look in his eyes. Not before now. I knew now it was because he wanted me, and he wanted me badly, and the more comfortable I had gotten around him, the fewer clothes I wore, hoping we would find the opportunity to finally spend some time together.

“Careful,” he said. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Like you want me to make you scream,” he said.

I looked at him confused, and he just smiled, before leaning a little closer.

“From pleasure, of course,” he whispered before he kissed me in a slow way like he was just savoring me.

I loved it when he kissed me hard and passionately, but there was something very intimate when he kissed me like this, and I didn’t want him to stop. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my hands into his hair, feeling the short strands run through my fingers.

“Then go on,” I whispered, as he pulled back a little.

His eyes glowed. I liked it when they did that.

“We have had so little time together,” I said. “Why not now?”

He seemed to understand what I was saying but looked over his shoulder at the doors leading inside.

“What?” I asked.

He sighed and looked at me again.

“I just … feel like I’m waiting for something to interrupt us,” he said. “Something always seems to. Remember two days ago?”

Oh right. Rogan and I had been alone in his office while the others had a few things to take care of. I wasn’t sure exactly who reached for who, but suddenly I was on his desk, and he was kissing me hard while standing between my legs, and then one of his hands had run up my inner thigh and rubbed me through my jeans. I had been so close to coming when we had heard people coming our way, and I barely got a chance to get down from the desk, when the door opened wide and others came right inside. I had learned Rogan was a really protective and caring alpha, who didn’t want to feel like there was a big wall between him and his pack members. He liked that they could come to him whenever and with whatever. Usually, this sort of kindness was not something I had ever seen as an attractive thing, because I was taught to be hard and unforgiving, pretty much, but now that I was slowly unlearning my unhealthy ways, just knowing he was such an open and caring person made my heart beat faster.

“No one is interrupting us now,” I said and I knew he heard the need in my voice. “I want to feel what you can do to me. *How you feel inside of me*.”

Rogan’s eyes glowed strongly, and then he was on me again, kissing me more desperately this time, and he pushed the blanket away before taking off my t-shirt, wanting me completely exposed. I shivered a little as he pulled back, letting his strong yellow eyes run down my naked body, but I didn’t feel a need to cover myself. I just wanted him more. He still wore his boxers, and I was about to ask him to get rid of them, so I could see *him*, but then he was kissing his way down my neck, until his mouth found one of my breasts, running his wicked tongue over my nipple and sucking on it hard, while his hand worked the other breasts.

“*Rogan!*” I called, as I felt a strong heat pulse through my body and make me feel wetter between my legs.

My hands ran into his hair, pulling him closer and showing him that I wanted more. He sucked a little hard, before he released me, and then went to the other, making sure it wasn’t left unattended, while he slowly ran his hand down my stomach and then placed it in between my legs. I shivered again, right before a little scream left me, as his fingers came into contact with my pulsing clit.

“*Oh fuck … don’t … don’t stop,*” I got out, as he started to first circle it slowly and then moved his fingers back and forth, playing with me.

I had no idea how it felt like he knew me better than myself, but he just seemed to listen to every sound I made, and what drove me wild, and just as I was about to come, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, throwing my legs over his shoulder, and then had his face buried in my pussy.

Fuck, that was a wicked sight, and I wanted to watch so badly, but then as his tongue worked my buzzing little button, I just exploded, my back arching and I pressed my head into the pillow while I panted his name like I was fucking praying to him. He worked me through the entire storm of my orgasm, before he moved back, and then leaned over me again.

He kissed me, making me taste myself, and I wrapped my arms around his neck again, kissing him back hard, so he could feel how much I wanted him. His hand found its way back to my dripping pussy, and I felt him slide first two fingers easily inside of me before a third found its way. It wasn’t enough to make me come, but it kept me right on edge. He then removed them and got rid of his boxers before he had me wrap my legs around him. I knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. He wanted me so much too.

“Still sure?” he pulled back and asked.

I nodded and smiled at him.

“*Still want a big bad werewolf to own all of you?*” he growled.

I knew he loved teasing me a little that I, a hunter, had decided to be with a werewolf, and since I was human I could choose, while Rogan didn’t have much of a choice, but I had no more doubts anymore. I knew he was both teasing and testing me, but I hoped right now I could prove what I felt for him. What he had made me feel.

“Just fuck me, before I go crazy,” I said.

He smiled, and then he was slowly sliding inside of me. I was surprised by the fulness I felt at first, and how I was stretched so widely around him. He was definitely quite big, and for a moment, I did tense a little, but he seemed to notice my change and paused for a small moment, before he slid the rest of the way in, making us both gasp as we were finally connected.

We sought each other hungrily, our lips connecting in a wild and passionate kiss, and when he noticed I wasn’t tensing at all, but only growing more desperate, he pulled back and pushed harder inside of me, making me feel breathless and in need for more.

“*God! Yes!*”

His hard cock sliding in and out of me just made me feel wilder and as the fire inside of me got stronger and stronger I just turned into a completely different person, not scared to ask for more and for it harder. It only seemed to please Rogan, who changed the pace and fucked me faster, while he kissed me hungrily, yet he must have sensed I needed a little more to come.

He moved his hand between us and found my clit again, and it barely took him touching me, before I was screaming his name, and I came hard, yet while mid-orgasm I felt something sharp suddenly pierce my skin. It didn’t quite feel like getting stung, more like very deep and sharp needles going into my skin, right in my shoulder, and then this burning heat just spread through me. I had barely gotten down from my orgasm before I was coming again.

This time it felt like I couldn’t see or say anything. All I could do was take, while Rogan pumped himself wildly into me, and then came too. It was only when we were lying there panting that I understood what had happened. I hadn’t even noticed I had closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I saw Rogan’s eyes shine a strong yellow while he licked blood off his lips.

He marked me …

“I couldn’t help myself,” he whispered, yet I sensed regret in his voice.

I smiled at him, and then placed my hands on his cheeks, bringing him closer before I slowly moved my lips over his. His whole body seemed to shake like he was scared I was going to be mad at him now, and my kiss seemed to relieve him a little.

“It did hurt,” I said as I pulled back a little, and I saw the regret again. “But I told you I wanted it.”

“I should have asked. You’re not a wolf.”

“And? Does it matter?”

He shook his head.

“I just don’t want you to feel forced to be with me,” he said. “I want it to be your choice.”

“I have never liked anyone before. I have never had feelings for anyone before. Only you have made me feel like this. I wanted to be the perfect hunter, which meant I couldn’t have feelings at all. You coaxed it out in me. You really think I feel forced? I feel grateful, and when I have patched up my shoulder, so I don’t bleed all over the bed, I think we should do it all over again.”

That made him smile, and then he leaned closer, running his tongue over my shoulder, and my whole body shivered with pleasure.

“*I love the taste of you*,” he said, and I felt he was still hard, as he moved his hips back a little.

He kept sucking on the mark he had placed, and it didn’t seem like he cared I might bleed a little on the sheets. It almost seemed like he wanted to continue to taste it and pretty much drink it. Could there be something in my blood he couldn’t get enough of?