Chapter 46
I left him laughing his ass off in the bedroom, I locked the bathroom door behind me so he couldn’t join me in the shower. I quickly got it working and hopped in, to the sounds of his pleading and claims of cruel and unusual punishment through the door. I had barely started shampooing my hair when I heard a loud creaking noise. I turned around to see Daniel had ripped the doors off its hinges.
“You will have to do more than that to get away from me.” He growled; I couldn’t deny the effect the whole thing had on me. And I knew he could tell too when his nostrils flared, and his eyes flickered to the amber of his wolf. “Mmm, kitten, your arousal has filled this entire room.” He growled appreciatively in the gravelly voice of his wolf. Fear consumed me, as he stalked towards the shower, his eyes blazing amber.
“You mark me against my will, and I will leave!” I warned. “You will never find me; I’ll just be gone!” I threatened as I prayed my voice wouldn’t crack and give away my bluff. His eyes flickered to his chocolate brown, then back to amber.
“You are mine!” He growled ferociously as he tore the shower door open.
“I won’t be if you mark me without my consent!” I roared back, outraged at his behaviour. He grabbed me roughly and slid his nose along my collarbone. I wanted to melt but I was too scared to move. His fingers moved up my body making me shudder, he ran his nose up my neck and over my jaw.
“I'm sorry I scared you.” He whispered, his fingers moved into my hair, he massaged my scalp as he took over the shampooing. “He was only teasing you until you threatened to leave. Neither of us wants to mark you against your will, but it’s an urge that I have to fight every time I see you. Wearing my mark lets other male wolves know you are mated, and they cannot touch you. And my wolf fears another male being enchanted by your intoxicating scent and trying to claim you as their own. We don’t even want them looking at you, because how could they resist your eyes... your lips, your body? It’s difficult for us to have you looking the way you do and not wearing our mark. Any man, wolf or not would do anything for you to be theirs. Haven’t you ever been jealous?” He asked softly, even though he knew I had. He massaged my hair thoroughly, it made my breathing accelerate and my knees weak.
“What would happen if another wolf marked me?” I asked quietly, I didn’t want to anger him, but I didn’t know enough about his world, and I needed to understand the rules if I was going to understand his fears.
“It hasn’t happened in centuries so it’s not clear some believe that when a chosen mate meets their moon blessed, their mate mark is erased. But there is a story about an Alpha who found his beloved had a moon blessed. He sent the other wolf away to war so he could mark and mate her against her will, impregnating her. She refused to mark him back, waiting for her moon blessed to return to her. When the wolf came back from the war, she could feel the mate bond, but he no longer could. She killed the Alpha in a rage over what he had done, but it was too late, and her moon blessed had been granted a second chance mate.” He told me as he rinsed my hair, his body pressed against mine, I could feel his erection against my stomach, making my core ache. He tenderly worked the conditioner into my hair, combing the tips with his fingers.
“That’s so sad, did the woman ever find a second chance mate?” I asked, curious about their stories and histories.
“No one knows what happened to her. Like many fairy tales, the ending depends on the wolf who tells it.” He breathed against my skin as he rinsed my hair again. “Which is why wolves are so possessive of their mates, and why we mate and mark each other as soon as we find each other. We don’t ever want to lose them. I don’t ever want to lose you.” He groaned as he pulled my face to his and captured my lips, he lifted me up and positioned himself at my entrance. I couldn’t stop my body from responding to him. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist, I gasped as he thrust inside me, “I need you.” He growled as he plunged inside me again, moving my hips rhythmically. Our bodies moved together as the hot water cascaded over us, his hand ran up my spine, and into my hair. His lips moved down my throat, nipping at my skin, I moaned as his movements brought me closer to bliss. I nibbled and sucked on his earlobe as his mouth devoured every part of me it could reach. I started chanting his name as he pushed me closer to the edge. My nails dug into his shoulders as he teased my nipple with his teeth. My orgasm washed over me like a wave, my pussy clenched him, he grunted as I milked him and his own release filled me, leaving us both breathless and entwined in each other. “I love you so much.” He promised as he looked into my eyes.
“I love you too,” I swore in return. I refused to release him from my hold, we held each other until we caught our breaths. He set me down and immediately grabbed a loofa and the shower gel, he washed my body slowly, moving my hair to scrub my back, making sure every inch of my skin was completely cleaned and rinsed. “You better get out before I’m tempted to start round two.” He sighed and smacked my ass playfully as I left him to wash himself. I felt guilty, I knew he enjoyed washing me, but I couldn’t return the favour, I had to get ready to meet his parents, my brain reminded me as I wrapped a towel around myself. At least I was a bit more relaxed, I thought to myself as I pulled out my toiletries and began getting ready. A few minutes later he turned the shower off and made his way to his own sink. I couldn’t help but smile at the perfectly normal picture of domesticity we would be to anyone who walked in on us at that moment. The only thing giving us away were the glances neither of us could stop shooting the other, silly smiles plastered our faces. I watched him brush his teeth; he watched me comb my serum through my hair. I struggled to resist giggling at the pride he took in his beard, as he rubbed it with an oil and combed it neatly. He watched in fascination as I applied my cleanser, I admired his skilful fingers as he put product through his hair. He openly ogled me as I applied my body lotion, I smirked as he went through his own skincare routine. He turned around and sat on the counter to watch me blow dry my hair like it was his favourite show, and he didn’t want to miss a thing. I couldn’t help but giggle at his silliness, it was refreshing from his serious side, and I suspected he only showed it to me. When my hair was dry, I started applying my makeup, my mother had always encouraged me to leave ample amounts of foundation until I needed it. I had quite nice skin, so I only ever used tinted moisturiser, and a touch of concealer where needed, a hint of rouge, the occasional exaggerated wing of eyeliner and mascara were my go tos, I added a touch of eyeshadow, a little highlighter, and I felt confident. I had inherited my father’s eyebrows and cheekbones, or so my mother would tell me. My eyebrows were quite thick and aside from the occasional tweeze to neaten them up I didn’t feel the need to fill them out with makeup. I had tried different products over the years, but they were always too dark for my fair hair and didn’t look real to me. I added a nude lip stain, just a shade darker than my natural colour to complete the look and decided I was done. I turned to Daniel preparing to ask him if I looked good enough for his mother, when I saw his towel was tenting. “What about me putting my makeup on caused that?” I asked in mock outrage.
“I dunno.” he blushed adorably. “The way you put on the lipstick was kinda hot...” He mumbled, as he jumped off the counter and followed me into the bedroom.
“Hot how?” I asked curious.
“The way you, you know... like the way you opened your mouth and puckered your lips.” He said as he made his way through a door I hadn’t checked out while I was snooping. I followed him, wanting to know more, I was also keen to get a look in his closet. I found myself in a room as large as the bathroom, with a built-in shoe rack and several empty shelves and almost an entire wall of suits. My mouth fell open in amazement, I had never seen a closet like it before. He picked out a black button-up shirt, a pair of jeans and leather biker boots. He turned around to see me gaping at the sheer size of his closet. “What?” He asked as he looked around confused.
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