Awakening: Book 1

by L. T. Marshall

  “For someone so strong, you sure like to cry a lot.” It’s a smile with humor, that shines back in his eyes, and those dimples make a worthy appearance, melting me a little more. It makes me snort a small chuckle through my tears and I wipe my nose on the back of my hand, lightening my mood with a smile.

  “That’s because my mate’s an asshole, and he inflicts it.” I point out sarcastically, still trying to dry my face as he begins to help, by lifting his shirt and using it to dab my skin dry for me. Colton leans in and head bops me on the forehead with his softly, and sighs at me, his dimples back on show, hinting at a subtle smile.

  “Mate, huh? Thought that was never happening again?” a naughty gleam, a cheeky knowing grin spreading across his face, and despite how much I love him, I have the urge to knee him in the balls for joking at a time like this.

  “Don’t push your luck. I have plenty to still be mad about.” I shove him back by placing two hands on his chest, finding a little of that strength he goes on about, and pulling myself together once more, swallowing the sobs, and sniffing away the mess. Colton lets go of my face and catches me by the hips instead with fast reflexes and hauls me back, so we bump groins and nestles me against him.

  “Yeah, but…. I know how to fix it. I have a tried and tested method that seems to always work on you.” That sly gleam, and before I can open my mouth to question that response with a ‘what?’, he swoops in faster than the speed of light and kisses me hard on the lips, locking his mouth to mine and fastening us together passionately. I’m too stunned to react at first, as his warm, soft lips, fit perfectly to the curves and grooves of mine, warming my skin, and silencing my upset fully. But almost like he hits a button, the fire inside of me ignites and I open my lips a little to let him in.

  Colton kisses me softly at first, teasing me with the tip of his tongue and I respond and find a rhythm in the deliciousness of kissing him again. So many feelings brimming to the surface, and sweet pains at knowing his touch like this once more. We always worked this way, and as I let it develop into French kissing, with tongues smoothing one another, lips pressed tight, our faces connected. I slide my arms around his neck and pull him as close to me as I can. Absorbed in him, with no more mental voice trying to drag me away anymore. I wanted him, always. I loved him, even when he broke me, and this is what I’ve longed for.

  Colton slides one hand over my ass, cups it smoothly, and lifts me to him with that aggression of a horny wolf, while his other arm snakes across my upper back, and his hand finds the base of my neck. Holding me tight as he slides it under my hair and cocoons me within his hold. He presses us hard together, so my curves fit his hard angles and I’m left feeling small and fragile within his muscular frame. Wrapped up tight, like he’ll protect me from all the dangers in the world, always. My feet free of floor as he lifts me high, and I lift them behind me and let him hold me fully.

  Nothing is going to stop it this time, as fire builds between us, and this pulsing need almost winds me with the ferocity it consumes me. My body throbbing with need, and desire, and I turn up the heat on his kiss, nibbling his bottom lip ravenously and reveling in the way he matches the desire. Colton subdues my fierce, with his own special way of caressing my tongue so my toes curl, before pulling out and sucking my button lip in such a way it almost makes my panties self-combust.

  Lust spreading through my loins so that I’m wrapping myself around him all the more, in any way humanly possible. My fingers in his hair, and gripping tight, pulling my knees up so he slides me around his waist and bounces me up higher in his grip. Tilting his head back to keep kissing me, and I bring my chin down to stay glued to him, as I’m now higher than he is. My gentle turns savage, and this all-consuming ache to be fulfilled cries out for him, igniting the passion of my wolf as she gets a little crazily savage.

  We lose the softness of the make out session and turn almost feral in desire. Grip tightens, kiss turns from romance to aggressive, consuming one another as we continue, and Colton runs his fingers into the under layer of my hair and tugs my head back so he can access my neck with dominance. Tracing his tongue and teeth down my throat, before allowing me to pull back down to be rewarded with another taste of him. This overwhelming energy inside of me takes over, and somehow being wrapped up this way is not enough, even though Colton has lifted my feet from the floor and has me suspended in mid-air, straddling him. I want to be able to explore his naked torso with my tongue, to feel every part of his skin on mine, and we have clothes in the way.

  I break free, dropping my legs down again, and push his face sideways with my hand on his jaw, to lean down to kiss his neck, licking over the pulse in his jugular, tracing from jawline to Adam’s apple as he slowly puts me back on my feet. His skin is slightly salty, yet delicious, with that unique smell and taste that is only his, and it pushes the need higher inside of me. Blood hitting boiling point, and all I want is to experience his mouth on every inch of my skin. Body heating from inside, and my core is almost pulsating with a strong need to feel him within me. I want to be joined to him, in intimate ways, that are only meant for us. I want to taste his blood and mark my mate.

  As soon as my feet hit the floor, I shove him hard backwards with a newfound strength, away from me with a giggle. Biting on my bottom lip to curb this insane horniness that’s threatening to overtake me, so he hits the bed and topples over with a manly chuckle. Colton smiles, rights himself to sitting position and props one hand behind him, so he can lean back and watch me. His eyes devouring me, glowing amber with ignited passion and I can almost feel his heart pounding in time with mine.

  “I want you so badly, I can’t take it.” He utters in a husky tone that’s almost inaudible, but it fuels me onwards and I climb on top of him as he now sits on the bed, and begin to untie the cord of his dark sweat pants at his waist. Confident that he’s mine to do what I want to, as I please, nestling over him so my hands are between my legs to access him.

  Colton sits up so he can use both arms, slides his hands up my throat and circles around my jaw, burying his fingers in my hair before tugging me down and continuing to kiss me until he has me breathless. Leaving me to pull his sweatpants loose while he focuses on teasing my tongue with his once more and I close my eyes and savor the way he feels. Nothing matters anymore, all the weeks, and tears, and fights of the past. All that matters is how good this feels, and how every one of my senses are screaming at me to make him mine.

  Once I’m done untying him, I let my hands roam over his chest and abs, appreciating every solid form of hot smooth sexiness, up and down, until I slide over those mass of shoulders and feel out every inch open wide to me. Enjoying the fact, I get to explore without boundaries, and that I have the right to do it. As he has with me.

  He’s a perfect specimen, and just his body alone makes me hot and willing to lay back and have his puppies. I want him, my inner thighs are throbbing and damp, and I’m aching for him to put his hands anywhere he pleases, much like I’m doing but I feel like he’s being respectful and cautious as to how far he can go. He isn’t sure if this is leading to sex, or just a heavy petting session, and I can feel his hesitation ebbing my way.

  “Are you going to do this or keep making me wait?” I break from his lips teasing him, inviting him to take this further and smile naughtily so he doesn’t misunderstand, his eyes locking on mine and he matches my own seductive smile.

  “Oh, baby, you’re not getting out of this room until I’ve done everything, I’ve been thinking of doing to you for the past weeks… Do you know how badly I’ve wanted this, how many dreams I’ve had about being able to do this to you? I swear you’ve been a star in so many pornographic wet dreams.” Colton doesn’t give me a second to answer that, but catches me in another kiss, catching hold of me and flips us over with an expert speedy move so I end up flat on the bed. He crawls on top of me and holds himself off my body with strong arms. I guess hot dreams about one another were not a one-way thing then. If those are anything l
ike reality, then Colton better buckle down and hurry up.

  He doesn’t break the kiss he has me caught in, and I seek out the smooth plain of hard muscle with my palms and feel my way over him. Colton leans on one elbow to keep himself propped up, his other hand slides down my thigh until he finds the hem of my nightshirt. He slides a hot flat palm under the edge, tracing up the curve of my hip, and abdomen, before smoothing all the way to my right breast and cupping it firmly. Squeezing, and caressing my nipple through the thin lace of my bra, until he has me arching and wriggling under him in a frenzy of ‘take me now’

  It feels unlike anything I’ve ever known, his touch searing my skin while touching me in places no one else has, but it throbs and aches in such a good way I want him all over me in every private place I possess. I never knew a touch could ignite fire and longing with this insane intensity, but his does.

  There’s a mix of apprehension and nerves in the pit of my stomach as we get hot and heavier, despite wanting it more than air,, and Colton lowers his pelvis between my thighs and gently grinds against me, igniting a craving with the goodness of his attention. I moan and bite his bottom lip, gripping his shoulder as I lift my hips to him and push him to do it harder as sensation arouses me fully, and I swear, I ‘ve never been so ready to finally lose my virginity as this. This dry humping thing he has going on is enough to push me over the edge and I’m almost insane with the craving to get him inside of me. If all of this is anything like the end result, then I have no desire to keep waiting. Only my niggles and worries in the back of my mind are stopping me from pulling my own clothes off and prompting him faster.

  I’ve heard it can hurt; there were horror stories from other girls in the home, even those who paired up and marked. They said that it’s not always a pleasant thing the first time, that it can be sore, and dry, and awkward , especially if your mate’s a virgin too, and I try and push it out of my head, unable to see how something that feels this insanely good can end up being awful. Colton is not a virgin, even I know that, and judging by his kissing skills, he knows something about a femme’s body and how to pleasure her.

  I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist and slide one hand between us to rub over the erection I can feel bulging through the material of his sweatpants. In a bid to make him want to push us head with more haste, and smile when Colton groans under his breath at my contact. Both hitting fever pitch excitement levels, and he flips from over me, surprising me with the sudden departure that makes me go from insanely heated to instantly cold with the loss of his body heat.

  “What are you doing?” I gasp in alarm, shock and outraged all at the same time. Blurting it at him and throwing him a shocked glare.

  “I’m going to end up pounding you into the bed and getting you pregnant the first time if I don’t go get something. Trust me, I’m coming right back. Don’t you dare move a muscle. The infirmary has some, stay right here, exactly like this.” Colton leans up, taking hold of my knees and pushes them slightly apart with a wink and a smile of cheekiness, before swooping down and kissing me on the lips quickly. It elicits a giggle from me, that he’s both crude, and cute, at the same time and as soon as he darts out of the room I flop back on the bed, exhaling heavily, trying to calm my racing heart and pull in some much-needed air.

  He has me all kinds of crazy riled up, pulse all over the place and lungs laboring with his attentions. I lay a hand on my pulsating belly to try and calm down some of this crazy fire growing up inside of me, before I self-combust and pass out, and wave my free hand over my face to cool some of the intense flushing burning over my cheeks and forehead. I thank the fates I had the foresight to shower earlier.

  I have a yearning that is insatiable, and I can’t lie still, energy levels boosted and suddenly so antsy. I sit up and end up shuffling off the bed to pull my nightdress off, but he’s back in a flash as I get to my feet, obviously he hyper sped there, and back, equally desperate to do this, and startles me with the return.

  “Hey! … That’s not how I left you!” He comes up behind me and runs a hand up my abdomen, across my breast to give it another gentle squeeze from around behind me and kisses me in the space of my neck under my jaw on my right side. Igniting tingles, and butterflies within my belly all over again.

  “I was going to take this off.” I tug at my shirt to show him and yelp when Colton spins me, almost knocking me over but catches me in his arm instead. He holds up a pack of condoms, shakes them at me with a mischievous glint in his eye that gets me blushing, and looking away in a flash of embarrassment, and throws them on the bed before kissing me lightly on the lips again. His kiss is addictive, and I could have him do it to me every second of every day.

  “Allow me.” He leans in and yanks the hem of my shirt up in one fluid movement, as my arms come up automatically and he swipes the nightdress up and over my head and tosses it aside like it’s nothing but a flimsy obstacle. He takes a second to skim my body with his eyes, before latching onto my mouth again, and kissing me as venomously as the first reunion, pushing me back into that feverish mode of needing him. Colton’s hands are hot, and strong, and they skim my body, seeking out my curves, before sliding behind me as he unclips my bra, in a smooth swift maneuver. Pulling us apart so he can untangle me from it, exposing, and releasing my breasts, and throws it aside. I don’t feel any kind of shyness, so invested in needing to be naked with him and allowing him to take a moment to caress them before he slides his hands down my waist.

  The breather has allowed some of my nerves to kick in, and I swallow down subtle fear, my body trembling as he slides my lace panties down from my hips, slowly, sexily, completely undressing me.

  “You’re beautiful in every way, my perfect girl. I couldn’t want you more than I do.” Colton whispers in a husky tone, right into my ear when he straightens back up, and brings us back together, sucking my ear lobe and my knees almost give way with the erotic sensation. His breath fanning my cheek and shoulder and igniting goosebumps.

  “I love you.” I have to say it to him, because it’s how I feel as I’m consumed by every pore of my body, and nerve endings exploding deliciously, an undying need for him. Forgiveness, letting go of the past, all mixed up with desire, and passion, and so many emotions in the moment that the words tug at my throat, forming a lump, but it’s not sadness. It’s complete adoration, and an incomparable happiness that he’s finally going to be everything I wanted. Everything I still need.

  Colton pulls back to rest his nose against mine gently, stroking my hair back from my face and smiles at me in that knee weakening, full on dimples way. Slowing down the tempo and breathing out slowly with me as he his touches softens.

  “I want to hear that multiple times a day, for the rest of my life. I’m crazy in love with you. I’ll never let you down again, ever, I swear. You’re my priority. The Luna the people need, the Luna I need. I’ll never doubt us or put you second again. I needed to lose you to realize how stupid that was, how fucked up my priorities were, because your mate should always come first. You will always come first.” Colton kisses me on the forehead, a grazing light tenderness that makes me feel delicate, and special, igniting the butterflies inside of me, and the softer side that is not consumed by lust.

  “Unless you turn into a power crazed psychopath!” I point out in quiet humor and get a white flash of gorgeous smile for my efforts, even if it was a tongue in cheek remark that might upset him. A lightness of the intense heavy moment.

  “In that case I give you permission to taser my ass and keep me shackled to the bed, for your pleasure. I would happily live like that for as many years as it took to cure me of my crazy.” He swoops down, catching my lips, while simultaneously scooping me up under the butt, and lifting me to him so I end up straddling him around the waist once more, catching his shoulders with my hands to stop myself falling back. He carries me back to the bed this way, never breaking his kiss on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck fully, entwining him, never wanting to le
t go ever again. So many times, I almost had him, and he slipped through my fingers, but not this time. He’s my captive, and I will fight tooth and nail to keep him here.

  Those weeks of being apart, the heart ache, and pain, from being imprinted on him, and yet always turned away, all fall around us to dust, like they don’t matter anymore. His touch a balm that heals so many wounds, pushes so many painful emotions completely out of me, and the confidence in knowing he will never reject me again gives me new life. He’s in control here, and no sign of doing anything except marking me and finalizing the union with sex. He’s mine, finally. And there is nothing going to come between us or stop us this time around.

  Colton drops me on the bed gently, and steps back while he strips off his pants, and boxers, kicking of his socks, and shoes in the process, while I scoop my socks off and throw them past him. Two completely naked people with glowing eyes as wolves’ pique and urge us to unite them too. We take a silent, almost synchronized second to admire the beauty in one another, in all our glory, both liking what we see.

  The way he looks at me, eating me with his eyes, and devouring every inch, makes me feel sexy, and desirable, and that tingle of need flushes over me once more, dampening the nerves and hesitations and I reach for him. Colton takes my hand and climbs on the bed, pushing me back against the cushions, and nestles over me in a less hostile manner than our make out the first time. He strokes my hair back and fully lays his body into mine, all curves, and angles matching, and he slides between my thighs to find a comfortable position.

  “Are you nervous?” he asks, losing that wildfire in his eyes and toning down to a simmer as he picks up on my underlying anxiety. Lifting his hand and stroking a thumb across my bottom lip as gentle as a fluttering butterfly. The calm in him pushing through his crazy hormones, and it does so much to help me simmer too.