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He stood on the other side of her door, listening to her cry. Why must she cry so much? No. It wasn't her fault. It's never her fault. She wanted to understand what was happening to him, yet he pushed her away. Fuck, she looked so sexy beneath him. Her moans sounded so delicious, he wanted to hear it more. His cock pulsed in his boxers, making him bite back a groan. He ached to enter her. To make love to her like she deserved.
You fucking moron. You fucking yelled at her.
"Lily." He grabbed her door handle. It was locked.
"Go away." She yelled at the door. He sighed, leaning his head against the door.
"Please. I want to explain."
"You had your chance to explain, but you yelled at me instead. If I wanted to get yelled at, I would've stayed with Jasper." She retorted. He growled at the mention of his name.
"Open the door, or I'm pulling it off of its hinges." He threatened. It was silent, and he thought she would not oblige when he heard the door click and he opened it. She escaped to the other side of the room, her scent sending waves through his body. His cock was close to ripping through his boxers.
"Look, I didn't mean to yell at you."
"That's how it starts." She fired back, "First they don't mean to say or do something, but the behavior continues anyway."
"Don't compare me to that monster." He growled at her.
"Then stop acting like one." She shot back, "You're a fucking asshole." She screamed. Her hands balled into fists. "I can feel something between us. Something good. I want it. I need it." She whined.
"You can still have it." He told her.
"You just told me to stay away from you." She said. Indeed, he said that. This isn't going anywhere. If he doesn't reel her in somehow, he's going to lose her.
"My Wolf wanted to claim you." He finally said. She appeared to settle down somewhat. Good.
"He wanted to mark me. What does that mean?" She demanded.
God, she's fucking hot when she's bossy.
"It's when the Mate bond is completed. The mark means that I bite you. It shows to others that you are mine. That you belong to me and me alone." he said to her.
"I don't want to belong to you." She said. A stabbing pain inflicted on his heart at her words, "If we're going to make this work, you treat me as an equal." She said, holding her ground. Interesting woman. She stomped over to him, her golden locks made her look untamed as she stood in front of him.
"You want this to work?" He asked her. He just wanted to hear her say it.
"It will be difficult at first. I'll have my problems still. My mind is still muddled with everything, but you've been the best antidote." Her eyes dropped to his boxers, a blush covering her cheeks at the sight of him. She squared her shoulders, looking back up at him, "Mark me."
"Lily, if I do, I can't guarantee it won't hurt." He said, but his Wolf was already stepping forward. His fangs grew longer, his hands turned into claws. Her hand reached out, taking hold of his shaft, and yanked him toward her. He groaned loudly, his boxers shredding as his cock grew thicker at her touch.
"Mark. Me." She ordered him. He snarled, picking her up and slammed her down on the bed. His claws tore away her clothes, his Wolf drinking in her plump breasts and glistening sex. He rubbed the tip against her sex eagerly, his claws groping her breasts with bestial intensity. Her moans bounced off the walls. Fuck, he can't hold back anymore.
As he thrust into her, he roared in pleasure. He tried to keep it slow, but she felt perfect around him. He couldn't control his hips for long. Jayce felt her orgasm, but he couldn't stop now. His claws dug into her bed, tearing into it as the headboard rammed into the wall from his powerful thrusts. Her nails clawed where ever she could reach. His shoulders, his chest, his stomach.
"Jayce!" she screamed, cumming again for him. Without pulling away, he turned her over, so she was on her hands and knees, gripped her hips and pounded into her again. Jayce howled, feeling himself growing closer to his climax. He grabbed her arms, pulling her up to his chest, his cock angling differently, hitting her even deeper than before. He looked at her flushed face, her eyes dilated. As he tried to find the perfect spot on her neck, he grabbed her breasts. Just as he came, he punctured her neck with his fangs. She let out a beautiful scream, her body shaking as he filled her with his cum. When he released the last drop, he eased her down onto her bed, where she shook almost violently.
Damn, she's still Human.
"Lily?" He asked her worriedly as his claws and fangs retracted. He leaned over her from behind, his cock resting on her ass. Her eyes opened slightly, looking up at him through the forest of hair.
"That was... amazing." She said breathlessly, closing her eyes again. He let out a sigh of relief, laying down beside her. His fingers touched his mark lightly, and she winced.
"Does it hurt?" He asked her.
"It stings, but it's not so bad. It's warm." She said to him.
"We're Mates now." He told her and she looked at him. She wobbly sat up, gazing down at him with a sweet smile.
"Looks like you're stuck with me now." She joked, but fuck was he glad he was. Lily's beautiful, talented, a splendid cook, passionate. She had a strength even he couldn't match with. His cock throbbed against her thigh, making her blush. She moved down between his legs, taking his shaft into both of her hands.
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