Marked By Desire

‘I’ll go slow,’ Lucian assured her, his voice a soothing whisper as he sensed her apprehension. He approached her with a gentleness that belied the raw desire coursing through him, determined to make this first experience together one worth remembering.

Lucian positioned himself over Visenya, his movements slow and deliberate as he situated himself between her legs. She eagerly wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I don’t know if I can take all of you, but I want to try,” she said, her voice tinged with uncertainty and determination.

He tenderly kissed her lips, his touch reassuring. “Trust me, baby, you can take me just fine. We’re a perfect fit.”

With gentle insistence, he pushed into her, the sensation of their bodies joining sending a rush of pleasure coursing through them both.

Visenya gasped, a symphony of pleasure and pain echoing through her as she felt the girth of his throbbing member stretching her, igniting every nerve ending in her body.

Lucian’s expression turned to one of concern as he quickly withdrew from her. “Am I hurting you?” He asked, his voice tinged with genuine worry and regret.

With a reassuring shake of her head, Visenya urged him to continue, her legs tightening around him in a silent plea for more.

“Please, don’t stop,” she implored, her voice laced with urgency and need as she took matters into her own hands, guiding him back inside her wet warmth.

As their bodies joined once more, a primal instinct surged within her, her wolf rising to the surface, eager to mate and revel in the raw pleasure of their union.

Lucian proceeded with deliberate care, sinking every inch of himself into Visenya's welcoming depths. She arched her back in response, her body instinctively adjusting to accommodate him fully.

As he bottomed out inside her, a wave of pleasure washed over them both, sending shivers of ecstasy through their intertwined bodies. The sensation of being completely filled by him was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she relished in the exquisite feeling of their intimate connection.

"Gods, I've missed you," Lucian whispered, his voice heavy with longing as he locked eyes with Visenya's amber gaze. With tender care, he began to move within her, each gentle thrust igniting a spark of passion between them, their bodies melding together in perfect synchrony.

Visenya's legs tightened around him, a silent plea for him to delve deeper. Her moans, like a beautiful symphony, echoed in Lucian's ears, encouraging him to increase his pace. With each thrust, her body responded eagerly, writhing in pleasure beneath him, her sobs of ecstasy confirming that he was hitting all the right spots.

Delilah surged forth, her fangs elongated, her gaze fierce and possessive as she declared, “Mine.”

Lucian met her gaze, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “All yours, Delilah,” he affirmed, his voice low and husky with desire.

Lucian’s thrusts grew more fervent, his grunts of pleasure filling the room as he surrendered himself to the passion between them. Visenya had relinquished all control to Delilah, recognizing the necessity of this primal act during their first coupling. Without it, the alpha wolf within her would not rest.

Delilah’s tongue traced a path along Lucian’s neck, her fangs delicately grazing the spot where a wolf marks its mate. Her movements were instinctual, driven by the sacred bond that tethered them together.

Visenya’s body trembled on the brink of climax, every fiber in her being alive with anticipation. Just as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, Delilah’s instincts took over. As her body convulsed with release, she sank her fangs into Lucian’s flesh, branding him as hers for all eternity.

Lucian found himself engulfed in a whirlwind of sensation—the merging of pleasure and pain as Delilah marked him, coupled with the clench of Visenya’s orgasm around him. In that moment of overwhelming ecstasy, his groans of pleasure echoed throughout the cabin as he spilled his seed inside her heavenly warmth.

As Lucian collapsed onto her, he continued to move within her, riding out the remainder of his release. “I love you,” he whispered through labored breaths.

Linked through the Lycan bond, he now felt the intensity of Visenya’s overflowing love for him. “And we love you,” Visenya and Delilah chorused in unison, their voices resonating within his mind.

Lucian looked at Visenya with wide eyes. “I can mind-link with Delilah?”

Visenya nodded, a playful glint in her eyes. “Mhm, you have the pleasure of hearing her sass for yourself now.”

“Two women in my head? Just what every man dreams of,” Lucian teased, his tone laced with playful amusement.

Visenya’s chuckle echoed through the room, further infusing the atmosphere with their contentment. Lucian found himself captivated by her joy, taking solace in the melody of her laughter. With a playful glint in his eyes, he sat up in the bed, effortlessly lifting her into his lap. Her legs instinctively wrapped around him, and he relished in the sensation of her naked body against his. “My turn,” he whispered softly.

Her gaze shifted to the crook of his neck, where her thumb traced its contours, filling her heart with pride for leaving her mark on him and with a yearning to bear his mark in return. Eagerly, she nodded in agreement.

However, as he met her eyes, a tinge of remorse crept into his heart. “I’m sorry, darling. But I’m afraid my marking won’t feel as pleasurable as yours did,” he confessed.

Visenya’s expression faltered at his words. “It’s going to hurt?”

Lucian nodded solemnly. “But it will be over before you know it.”

Visenya sighed, steeling herself for the pain ahead. “Well, I made it through one painful transformation. I’m sure I can make it through another. Let’s do this, shall we?”