Chapter 120

Anastasia gasped again but shook her head, tightening her legs around his waist just to keep him in place, almost as if afraid that he was going to pull out.

“It doesn’t hurt.” She was quick to tell him before he started panicking. “It’s just been a while.”

“Take all the time you need, baby.” Marcellus groaned quietly as he leaned down and captured her lips with his, licking the seam of her bottom lip in hopes of distracting her but when she parted her lips and welcomed him into her mouth, too, he couldn’t help but push in a little deeper.

Instead of writhing underneath him in pain, she moaned into his mouth tightened her legs around his waist.

“Fuck! Marcellus, I need you to move.” Her lips turned down into a pout as she stared up at her mate from under her lashes, begging him to go deeper and faster.

Not one to deny his mate her desires, especially one as appealing as this one, Marcellus pushed himself deeper into her, inch by inch until finally, the entire impressive length of his cock was buried inside of her, the mushroom tip of it brushing against her wall.

When Anastasia moaned and arched her back, pressing her chest into him at feeling of being so full and absolutely stuffed to the brim, Marcellus took advantage of the situation as his fingers itched toward the bottom of her shirt and yanked it above her head, completely exposing her beautiful, curvaceous body for his hungry, beasty eyes to feast on.

As he gently thrust into her, his mouth alternated between both pebbled nipples, taking the time to rake his teeth against the nubs, refusing to let go. She reached down for his head, her lips puckered up in anticipation of a kiss, wanting his tongue to thrust into her mouth just as he was thrusting his cock between her lower lips.

Angling slightly to the left just how she liked it, Marcellus finally obliged as he peppered kiss all over her skin on his mission up to her awaiting lips, groaning in frustration as he took his sweet time to kiss and suck each nipple goodbye, if only temporarily.

A small chuckle escaped him as she grasped his face between her hands and pulled it down for the kiss that she had so desperately been begging from him. Not one to disappoint, Marcellus leaned down and granted his mate her wish as his tongue speared into her hot mouth at the same pace as his cock.

As he felt her clench around him tightly, Marcellus knew that she wouldn’t last long and with her trying to milk him for everything that he was worth, he doubted he would be able to keep going much longer either.

Burying his face into the crook of her neck, he peppered the skin there with little kisses until finally, he reached the spot where he would mark her. As his gums ached and his canines lengthened into sharp needles, he reared his head back and sunk them into her delectable neck.

With his cock balls deep in her and his tongue rooted in her too, Marcellus felt his body come alive as the mate bond solidified and he felt their souls entwine together just as she came undone on his cock.

Almost as if possessed by the mate bond, Anastasia moaned loudly and pushed her hands into his shoulders. Momentarily caught off guard by her sudden fire – not that she wasn’t fiery enough in bed already – he fell onto his back and before he knew it, his mate pounced on him, not letting his slip out of her for even a second.

Despite having cum already, Anastasia leaned forward and grinded back on him in circles as she buried her face in his neck to return the favour.

As she placed wet kisses in the spot in the crook of his neck in anticipation, he continued to drill into her from below and the second she clamped her mouth shut on the skin there, he smashed her pelvis down on his as his milky cum shot into her in hot ropes, coating her inside walls and stuffing her to the brim with his cum until it started to leak out of her.

Rolling over so they were both now lying on their sides, Marcellus nuzzled his face into her neck and placed a kiss on the mark there, grinning as she moaned lightly upon contact.

With his mate next to him wearing his mark proudly on her neck, his cum still dripping out from between her legs and her chest moving up and down as he panted, Marcellus couldn’t help but growl in approval as he curled his arm around her waist and pulled her further into his body.

However, as a few minutes passed, the smile on his face slowly slipped off as he noted the change in mood evident on her face.

“Anastasia?” Marcellus couldn’t help but question as he turned his head to glance at his mate, a concerned expression on his face. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like that?”

“Something feels different.” She couldn’t help but whisper with a dazed yet concentrated look on her face.

“That would be the mate bond coming into full affect.” He explained and reached out to brush away a stray auburn lock from her face.

Anastasia frowned lightly and shook her head as she turned to her side to press her face into his chest.

“It’s more than that.” She hummed quietly, struggling to explain what the feelings and emotions that she was currently undergoing.

“What do you mean?”

“There’s this voice in my head.” Her lips turned down further at the sides as she tried to voice aloud what she was feeling, a thoughtful expression on her face. “It’s like, this voice has always been there but I could never hear it and now, something has been switched and we can finally communicate.” She couldn’t help but murmur in a quiet, airy voice as her eyebrows knitted together in the middle, though as her breathing started to slow down, Marcellus knew that she was starting to fall asleep. “Like I’m finally whole.”

As his mate was part wolf, he had no doubt in his mind that somehow, them completing the mate bond had unlocked the wolf inside her and finally, she had managed to expose her true self. Her true, wolfish self which he couldn’t wait to help nurture and enjoy for the rest of his life.

Dipping his head to press his lips to the crown of her head, his lips curled up into a smirk. With his little spitfire in his arms and their future looking more fruitful than he could have ever hoped or imagined, he closed his eyes and allowed sleep to take him.