Chapter 61

A deep sigh escaped him and despite the itch to glance back at her from over his shoulder, he resisted. Just one look at her and all his walls would crumble down and they would be back at square one; more confused and perplexed than ever before.

Nothing is worth giving up Anastasia. Marcellus answered with absolute certain. But she’s not a wolf. She doesn’t think like us and she certainly didn’t grow up as one of us either.

What? So, we’re just going to reject her because she’s different? Because she’s human?

No. I could never reject her and even if I tried, you would never let me. As you should. He chuckled quietly, the sound heavy and filled with deep sorrow at even the thought of it. But once she finds out how we’ve been lying to her all this time and keeping all of this from her, she’s not going to want us. And once some of the truth comes out, all of it is going to spill and with us looking for a replacement and judging her so instantly, how can we expect her to want us? To want me?

A moment of silence passed between them as they both contemplated the situation at hand, his words hanging in the air between them.

Have you ever thought of asking her what she wants? She may be our mate, but she’s also the rightful Luna of the Lupum Griseo pack. Quarter wolf or not.

From what I can see, either way, it’s going to end in rejection.

And you’d rather be the rejecter than the rejected?

I’d rather grovel at her feet for the rest of our life if it means that she’ll eventually forgive us. Marcellus groaned in despair, unable to see the light at the end of the tunnel but from where he was standing, it looked like he was more in a hole than a tunnel with absolutely no chance of escape.

“What’s got you thinking so hard this early in the morning?”

When the sultry voice sounded from behind him, he appraised her from under hooded eyes, glancing at his mate from over his shoulder.

“You.” He answered quietly, his lips curling up slightly at the corners

“Do you regret sleeping with me?” Anastasia asked quietly, shuffling around on the bed so she was sitting up now, holding the sheet up around her shoulders.

“No. I could never regret that. Last night was amazing.” Marcellus answered instantly, before she had even finished asking the question, speaking nothing short of the absolute truth. “Do you regret sleeping with me?”

“No.” She answered, just as quickly as him. “So, if I don’t regret sleeping with you and you don’t regret sleeping with me, then what’s the problem?”

“I don’t know where to start.” He chuckled quietly before finally, turning around to finally face her, unable to resist anymore. The fact that he was still naked and his cock twitching slightly at the sight of her bare shoulders and the shapely silhouette of her naked body underneath the thin sheet which she kept pressed against her body didn’t bother him in the least. But he couldn’t help but laugh as she eyes took in all of him, unapologetically devouring him with her eyes.

“How about you start from the root of the problem and work your way from there?” Anastasia suggested with a cheeky grin on her face, her eyes still staring down at his cock, not even trying to hide where her attention was trained.

Marcellus chuckled darkly as he pushed himself forward and mounted the bed on his knees, slowly crawling over to her with a predatory look in his eyes. Despite the very heated argument that he had been having with his wolf before she woke up, he just couldn’t resist his mate. Especially when she was looking at him, silently begging him for a repeat of last night.

“As of late, you appear to be the root of all my problems.”

“Oh, is that so?” She murmured quietly, reaching out to loop an arm around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss, grinning against his mouth.

“Yes.” He murmured against her mouth, nipping on her bottom lip until she parted her lips and allowed him entrance, eager for the taste of him. “You’re definitely the problem.”

“Well, if I’m such a problem, then you should do something about it.”

“Oh, I plan to.” He grinned, pressing one last to her mouth before leaning back against the headboard and holding her carefully at the hips, guiding her to straddle him.

After having tried a few positions last night, it was evident to him that she much preferred being on top – he also had no doubt that it was probably the most comfortable in her condition – than basic missionary, and was more than glad to indulge his mate.

Things between the two of them got heated very quickly as he bent his knees, pressed his feet into the mattress and drilled into her from underneath, his hands braced on her hips to help her up and down. When her sweet moans met his ears, it only spurred him on further.

“Fuck!” He pushed his head back further into the pillow, his eyes clenched tight as he felt himself shoot into her, the pressure of her hungry pussy clenching tightly around him too much to handle.

Anastasia panted heavily as she bowed her head over him, her hands moving up to press into his upper chest as she tried to calm herself down. When this continued for a few moments, he chuckled lowly and gently caressed her sides, a soft expression on her face.

“I just rocked your world.” He murmured with a smug grin on his face, his eyes still closed.

When she didn’t answer him but instead, a pained groan escaped her and she dug her nails into his chest, he started to grow worried but dared not move in fear of making whatever the situation was, worse.

“What? What’s wrong?” Marcellus asked, forcing his voice to remain monotone despite how concerned he had become with her lack of words. “Anastasia?”

“I think you just broke my water.”