by Sayde Grace
“You want it, yet you don’t.”
Sidda squirmed. His tongue lapped her inner thigh, dangerously close to her wet folds. “Please.”
“Hmm, the cream on your thigh is just too good to pass up. Stay still or I will mark you and mark you good right on your delicious pussy.” The last came out more of a snarl than actual speaking.
She wanted him to mark her. She needed him to do it. He growled as his teeth skimmed her inner thigh. Sidda groaned. God, she wanted his teeth pressing harder, making her his again. She wanted it more than ever. His teeth scraped sharp against her tender flesh. She flinched, the anticipation of the bite building inside her. Any second he’d bite down, and he’d mark her, hard and fierce.
“Please.” Her voice trembled
“Begging makes it hotter. Makes the taste of blood much sweeter.” His teeth eased down to grip her flesh.
She gasped, her heart beating so fast in her chest she wondered if she would have a heart attack. But then his teeth clamped down heavily and painfully. The sharp canines bit sharply into her skin, the flesh wanting to give way, wanting to open, yet it didn’t. His full set of teeth sank deeper. She screamed and squirmed. But he only bit harder.
Pain seared through her, burning her inside out. His teeth eased out, and the feel of the vise grip on her thigh ebbed away. A second later his tongue, wet, thick and warm, slid over the large bite. The enzymes in his saliva would heal the mark, which now throbbed with completeness. The amazing wonderful warmth of his caress wiped the pain from her mind. In its wake, she was left with an exquisite aching just an inch or two higher than the mark.
“That was for us. We can have the Marking ceremony in a month, but that mark is ours alone.” He moved away from her, leaving her to stare down at her thigh. A large red welt rose. His teeth imprints were white against the red. Sidda reveled in the fact that tomorrow she’d have one hell of a mark.
“Lean your head back, exposing your throat.”
She let her head loll back against the chair. The wood creaked with the movement. Her long hair fell down to brush against her ass. She wanted to show him she was his in every way, and this would feed his beast. Soothe the animal within him and hopefully soothe hers as she screamed to be taken.
“Thighs farther apart. I want to see how wet you are.”
Her thighs were already spread open. Any farther and her muscles would be on fire too. Maybe that was what he wanted. She scooted to where her ass was almost hanging off the edge of the chair. Her thighs widened. The muscles of her inner thighs stretched, burning.
“Good girl. All pink, smooth, and wet.”
Sidda swallowed hard. He already had her hot, but this slow torture would singe her.
“Jasper, please, take me now. My body is burning so damn bad I can’t think straight.” She needed to be mounted. Sidda wasn’t entirely sure it was something that she’d like, but her beast wanted nothing more than to be on all fours with Jasper ramming his hard cock into her tight pussy. She craved the earthy scent of his arousal and the heat from his seed. She needed it inside her.
“Not yet. You need to be crazed with desire, so crazed you can’t keep your hands off yourself but never being able to fill yourself completely, then I’ll mount you. And when I say mount I do mean it. I’m going to flip you over on all fours and drive my cock into you over and over until you release, then I’ll come, still pounding into you. Then we’ll repeat it until neither of us can move a muscle.”
Sidda moaned, wanting to do that right then. Just his voice had her wanting to finger herself. A low keening moan escaped, and she writhed in her chair.
Her body was wound so tight now she was ready to snap.
“What is running through that pretty head of yours and down that sinful body?” His deep voice flowed as smooth as silk.
“My body is aching from my center out. My breasts are heavy, needing to be touched, licked, bit. My lips want your kiss, want to be nibbled with those perfect white teeth of yours.” Her voice shook. She drew in a deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself.
“What else? Are your lips and breasts all that are aching? Your sweet pussy and tight ass don’t desire me or need me?”
Sidda hissed out the breath she’d been holding. His words made her pussy clench with more need than he could ever imagine.
“I want that thick long cock of yours driving into my clenching pussy. Your hands on my ass, kneading, exploring. I want to feel you release in me as I come screaming against you. The thought of you lifting and rotating your hips while driving into me so that you push against that perfect blissful part of me is what gets me going.”
“Touch your pussy. Run your fingers along the folds, massaging them softly.”
“No.”
His breath brushed heavily against her dampness. The tip of his tongue flicked through her curls before easing away. God, she couldn’t take it. She wanted him so fucking bad.
“You’ve soaked the chair with your cream.” His voice shook. “Hold still.”
Her wolf surged forward, growling her need to mate. His tongue touched the chair’s bottom, inches away from her. He growled when she tried to scoot back. Then his tongue lapped at the chair where her cream had flowed. She watched that long wide tongue lap the chair, and her wolf wished for him to lick the dripping cream from her aching pussy.
His movements stopped. His breathing grew fast and hard. When he glanced up at her, neon green eyes bore into hers. “Be careful what you wish for.” His voice cracked.
Jasper cocked his to the side, his body tense. Goddamn it, he wanted her. She had no idea how bad he wanted to take her right now on the floor. He shook his head, breathing in deep, trying to calm himself. This wasn’t about him. This was all about Sidda. And Sidda wasn’t quite ready yet. She still had control over her wolf. “I want to see, smell, and hear you fucking yourself.”
She nodded, moving her hands to her pussy, slowly. Jasper watched as she slid her hand down across one breast. He stopped for just a second to massage the globe.
“Harder, squeeze it, roll the nipple between your fingers. Imagine it’s my hand, my teeth.” Fuck, he’d never make it. He didn’t have control.
“Jasper, I need you.”
God, how he wanted to, but not yet. He gritted his back teeth. “Babe, you have no idea how hard this is for me. I’m barely hanging on here. But I can’t, not yet. Now I didn’t tell you stop at your breasts. Touch your pussy now.” He growled the last.
She slammed her head against the back of the chair. Her frustration flowing as her cream did. She pinched her nipple one time, gasping. Jasper could see how responsive she was, and his body begged to shift to fuck her. She closed her eyes to just feel and listen.
His breath came out in hard pants, and his fingers grazed the top of her thighs. He was so close yet so far away. He opened his mind, taking in her thoughts and smiled. She grew closer and closer to releasing her wolf even now. She craved his head between her thighs, her holding onto him guiding him with her fingers running through his hair.
“Sidda,” he said, his tone a warning.
Her hands faltered, trembling as she slowly eased them down the rest of her body. She sucked in her breath when she skimmed over her stomach. She mimicked the touches he’d done to her before, feeling the silky smooth skin. The dampness flowing from her made her pussy smoother, softer.
“This is what you do to me. You tease, you feel, you drive me nearly crazy. The way the roughness of your hand caresses in contrast with my smooth flesh brings me to the edge every time.” She opened her eyes to stare into his. “Even now, imagining that you’re the one touching me makes me want to explode. I want to push my fingers into my pussy, feel the warm cream over them and thrust one time to hit that perfect, blissful spot. The entire time pretending it’s you. Fantasizing about you between my legs, your lips over my clit, your fingers in me, and my body convulsing with pleasure.”
Jasper pulled away from her, praying she’d let g
o, because he couldn’t take anymore. He had to have her. “Do it now. Fuck yourself with your fingers.” His voice was a whisper.
She didn’t have to be told twice. She eased one finger into her opening, the silky smooth flesh stretched for the digit. They both moaned.
“Two.” He growled.
The second finger opened her more, spilling cream onto her hand. She withdrew and lifted her hand to his lips. “This is for you. All of it.”
“Two fingers, fuck yourself now.”
She hissed at his command, but eased the digits back inside. She pushed down against her hand. Her hips undulated.
“Stop. Now!” he yelled.
Her eyes flew open. Her mouth opened to argue.
“Remove your hands from your pussy. Place them back on your legs on the chair arms.”
She shook her head, plunging two fingers in and out of her pussy. Jasper smiled. She’d lost the bit of control. Now, as she fucked herself with earnest and pinched and plucked her nipples with her other hand, he knew it was time.
“On all fours now.” He stalked toward her, stroking his cock in anticipation. Fuck, he wanted her.
She sank from the chair onto the floor. Her mouth was slightly open with desire. He stopped before her. “Turn over, Sidda.”
She pushed her fingers back into her, trying to twist and turn over for him. He snatched her hand from her pussy and flipped her onto her stomach. In harsh grasps, he jerked her up on her knees, holding onto her hips as he lined his cock up to her pussy. He growled, straddled her hips with his legs and drove his cock into her.
For one second, neither moved voluntarily. Her pussy clamped like a vise around his cock, which twitched inside her. He leaned over her, brushed the hair from the nape of her neck and then bit her as he jerked his cock out and slammed back into her. She arched, screaming his name. He gritted his teeth. Sidda had been his first in everything, and he’d never been more glad of that than now. The way her wolf mixed her emotions within her and sending them to him told his wolf what she wanted more than anything. Him, only him, and in the moment, hard and fast.
“Fuck, Sidda, you’re tight. I can’t hold on.” He rocked his hips, driving balls deep inside her, pulling back an inch then thrusting in. He pushed her down, raising her pussy and ass higher into the air. Her body tensed, the walls of her pussy clenching. He’d hit her spot, and fuck if he wasn’t going to hit it until she exploded around him.
“Oh God, Jasper.” Her voice had turned harsh, throaty while the thin hair covering her arms began to grow. The intensity of her heat cycle had begun to trigger her shift. He had to drive her over the edge now.
He bit her throat again, and her body arched upward to take him deeper. His cock throbbed for release. He reached around her to stroke her clit in a circular motion, the whole time thrusting in and out of her. She tensed, clamping down around him then her howl filled the air. He followed suit, spilling himself into her in quick bursts of pleasure. She rocked back, continuing to milk his cum into her body.
She sank to the floor. He stayed inside her, not wanting to ever leave the warmth of her body. He kissed the middle of her back, moving up to the base of her neck. Her love for him spilled into him. “Jesus, Sidda, I love you.” He pulled out of her, relishing her moan of disappointment. He too wanted to stay buried within her, but more than anything, he wanted to hold his mate.
He rose, leaned over, and picked her up to carry her to the bed. The same bed where they’d lost their virginity just nights before. It felt like years had passed since that night. He caressed her cheek, loving how she rubbed her head into his palm.
“I love you too, Jasper. So much.” Her sleepy voice made him smile.
He crawled into the bed, wrapping his arms around her to pull her tight against him. “Let’s rest, then we can go for round two, three, and four.” He kissed her lips softly, but she cupped the back of his head, jerking him to her. Her lips opened for her tongue to slip into his mouth. He sighed, rolling her beneath him. His cock, hard again, pressed into her warm wet pussy. She cupped his jaw, smiling up at him.
“I was thinking trying for a round ten or more.” She winked, and he sank home. Being one with his mate soothed everything bad in the world away. Tomorrow they’d worry about Dane, tomorrow they’d worry about Stephan, Vivian, and Cole, and tomorrow they’d make the rounds with the dignitaries still in the states. But tonight was just about them and their life together.
Epilogue
One Month Later
Sidda slapped both of her mothers’ hands away. They’d fussed over the dress, her hair, and her makeup for the past hour. Sidda had had enough. Turned out a Marking ceremony happened to be a hell of a lot like a wedding.
“Enough. I’m real glad you all are so happy, but stop. Enough is enough.” Sidda sighed and flopped down in a chair.
Both women gasped, tugging her to stand back up. “You can’t sit.” Her mom fussed while Scarlett patted her floor-length silk ivory dress down. Sidda had been forced to go dress shopping but had fallen in love with a stunning Ann Barge strapless sheath with black beadwork.
“Stop. Now this is ridiculous. Really, stop.” Sidda shook her head. “I hate to tell y’all, but we’ve already marked each other. This is just a show.” Sidda cocked her left hip out, daring the women to say anything.
The door to her and Jasper’s bedroom swung open, and Vivian rushed inside. In the month that had passed, Sidda had come to terms with what had happened between Jasper and Vivian when they were kids. They’d been too young to know what was happening then. Now Jasper was Sidda’s, never to be anyone else’s ever again.
“Oh, Sidda, you are stunning. I love it. I’m so glad we made it on time.” Vivian hugged her mother before sitting on the edge of the bed.
Sidda’s palm burned. Stephan was close, and he was worried. She flexed her hand, trying to make the link disappear. Since the night of the gala, Sidda had been trying to figure out how to tell Jasper that Stephan had indeed marked her. The bond wasn’t complete as she hadn’t marked him or mated with him. But still, one day she’d have to tell Jasper, just not today. With his Alpha powers, Jasper could dissolve the bond, and she’d ask him to, just as soon as she figured out how to keep him from killing Stephan when he found out.
“Any good news?” Sidda faced Vivian as she strolled into the room.
“Yes, I believe we’ve found one of the females Brockton had been given. We leave tonight after the ceremony to talk to her.” Vivian sat up, brushing her hair from her face. “What about Dane? Have you and Jasper found him yet?”
Sidda chewed her bottom lip. The bastard hadn’t shown up at all in any packs they’d talked too. They’d found a few properties to research, but Sidda doubted he’d gone anywhere that they could physically link to him. Jasper was growing more and more anxious over it, and soon they’d turn up the heat.
The door to the room opened again. This time Delilah strode in. “All right, stop fussing with the poor child. It’s time.”
Sidda rolled her eyes. They really had to stop. She slapped the hands smoothing her dress and hair away. “Enough. I’m probably going to get blood on it anyway, so stop.” Sidda’s mom gasped, but Scarlett laughed.
“She’s not serious, Angela.” Scarlett shook her head, tsking Sidda for the comment.
“Let’s just go please. If you all are treating this as a wedding, I’m going to be treating tonight as a honeymoon so you are all to be gone tonight.”
Vivian grinned. “Funny, Jasper said the same thing to the wolves downstairs.” She pounced from the bed, laughing as she strode from the room.
Sidda eased down the hall, through the living room, to the back porch. The lawn was covered with wolves, some shifted into true wolf form, some still in human form. To her left, Ivan stood beside Ms. Joy while Cole stood on the other side of her, scowling. He still had a hard time accepting his mother in a relationship. Poor baby. Sidda laughed.
A movement from her right drew her attention
as Jasper stepped out from the kitchen door. His tuxedo jacket hung open with the top few buttons of his shirt undone. Ms. Delilah rushed over to him, trying to button him up, but Sidda grabbed her hand to stop her.
“It won’t be on him long enough to go through that effort.” Sidda ran a hand down his chest, feeling his muscles flex and jump under her touch. Her eyes met his, and she winked before sealing her lips to his.
Jasper cupped the back of her head, holding her to him for a long firm kiss. He wanted the world to see she was his and only his. He released her to wink back at her.
“You’d better live up to that kiss later.” She turned and walked back to the middle of the porch overlooking the crowd of wolves who’d chosen to bear witness to their union. Jasper followed, taking her hand in his as they faced the world together.
“Pack mates, friends, family, today is a wonderful day for not only myself but for us all. My entire life I’ve loved one person, and finally today I am more than happy to show you all my love and fidelity to her. Today my mate, Siddalee Brighton, will officially become the Blue Moon Pack Alpha Female and the Alpha Female of the North American Luna Nation.” Jasper’s voice boomed with pride. The crowd clapped and shouted their approval.
Jasper pulled Sidda to him, gently wiping away the few tears she’d shed. Knowing Sidda as well as he did, he realized how touched she was for the response she’d gotten. She’d feared they would all hate her because of her father, but she’d proved time and time again she was not her father.
Jasper turned Sidda to face the Lunas before them. “Your Alpha Female.” He kissed the side of her neck before pulling her flush against him.
