Chapter Six - Why Did He Mark Me?

Avaline

Intense urges controlled me as he bit my lip hard, like it were his Goddess-given right. I cried out from the pain, feeling the coppery tang of blood on my lip. He shoved his tongue inside to devour me and punish me in his way. I lay still with my eyes closed, although I could feel my body reacting to his kiss.

“Mine...” he growled in my face, urging me to kiss him back.

I didn’t kiss him back. I had no idea where an omega like me found the courage to fight a beta. Was I actually an omega?

“So, you won’t react, huh? I know how to make you react.” He lost his mind and released my mouth. Before I knew it, he ripped the top off my body, and I screamed with fright.

I opened my eyes to see him ripping my shorts off along with my underwear. “What the fu*k are you doing? These are the only clothes I have!” I tried to get free, but he was too strong for me.

“Finally. Serves you right. You can’t think of escaping without clothes.” His eyes glittered with lust as his gaze swept over my body.

“My wolf can.” Did he think he could keep me here as his slave?

“Don’t even think about it, Avaline. You can’t escape me. I’ll hunt you down and bring you back every time.” He snarled and yanked his clothes off in haste.

Under different circumstances, I would have admired his sculpted body and massive co*k, the largest I had ever seen in my eighteen years of life. In our shifter world, seeing others nude after a shift was common. Yet, this was the first time I had seen Jaxon. Strangely, I felt no excitement. My mind was still thinking of ways to escape him.

He slammed his hips forward, impaling me with his rock-hard co*k. It ripped me, making my body split apart at the seams with his forced, sudden entry. I grabbed his shoulders and screamed at the intrusion. Our eyes locked for the first time since he joined me on the bed.

I could see he had zero control. He was in a rut, and his co*k was now in charge.

My face paled as my body reacted, coating his co*k with a hot slickness. An excruciating pain coursed through my body as he ripped his way inside. He dragged two fingers through the space where we were joined. When he lifted his hand and inspected it, there was a tinge of blood on his finger. It was mine.

He tasted it and groaned with pleasure, realizing I had saved myself for him.

I swallowed hard, jolting at his touch. Yet I held on, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me broken. I would endure it. I wanted to see how far he would take this.

He wasn’t gentle, slamming his hips forward over and over, as primal instincts buzzed in his blood. I didn’t close my eyes and watched him continue to rut. His fingers found my cl*t and rubbed circles over it to relax me. “Who do you belong to, Avaline?” he yelled through clenched teeth.

“No one.” I stared back at him, watching him explode with fury.

He pushed the strands of hair away from my neck and stared at my neck. A shudder went through my body at the sight of him salivating. Would he mark me tonight? But why was he completing the mate bond with me when he had chosen Valerie as his future mate?

Before I realized, my body responded with a hot gushing release. It made him groan and pound into me. My body jolted, and an involuntary cry escaped my lips. He continued to slam inside me over and over, his c*ck expanding and filling me up totally. His knot vibrating inside me made me want to surrender to this need. It felt so right despite our clashes. After all, he was completing the mate bond with me and not with Valerie.

I couldn’t stay immune to the mate bond between us anymore.

A growl rolled up from the depths of his soul, and his teeth elongated. He leaned down and clamped them down on my throat. Blood oozed as he marked me.

Urgent, carnal need crested over me while he pounded harder. It sent his rutting need into overdrive. Soon he released his seed inside me with a soul-altering fierceness. Pleasure spiralled out of control in me, and I whimpered his name. Heat built up inside me, ready to explode any moment. I threw my head back and climaxed with him at the same time. Tears trickled down my cheeks. I had always wanted Jaxon to accept me as his mate. Now that he had, why was I having this uncontrollable urge to weep? Wasn’t this what I had always dreamed of?

“Jaxon... please...” I was exhausted and closed my eyes again.

The knot vibrated inside me, and he rutted like a monster again, grunting and groaning as I clung to him. Maybe he was still angry with me. At last, his knot deflated, and he slipped out, but not completely. My body sagged against the cushions as I trembled and clawed the sheets to calm myself.

I could feel the blood trickle down my throat, but he lapped it up like a bloodthirsty animal.

“Who do you belong to, Avaline?” He growled, raising his head to hold my delirious gaze.

“You, Jaxon.” Reality seeped into my soul. I belonged to Jaxon. I carried his mark now. He had given it voluntarily. Surely he felt something for me. Marianne’s words rang in my ears. Maybe she was right. Jaxon hadn’t marked Valerie, but he had marked me. My cheeks flushed as a strange shyness gripped my body. I was a mated wolf now.

“Say it again,” he whispered.

“I’m yours, Jaxon,” I whispered back. I watched his gaze soften for the first time in his life, for me. I could feel an intense emotion pulsing inside my chest. It was a tangled ball of love, pain, and pleasure. I wanted to ask him if he belonged to me as well. But something stopped me.

He stared at me with disbelief. I could see a flicker of remorse in his gaze, but it disappeared immediately.

“Good. Get some rest. This isn’t over yet.” He rose and strode out of the room.

I stared at his back as he walked out. Tears streamed down my face. Was this how a mate behaved?

Maybe he was just using my body before he threw me into Death Valley. I rose and limped to the ensuite. My insides were on fire, and I felt ripped apart. Didn’t he realize how sore I was?

I sank into the tub, the hot water soothing my aching muscles. Just then, the door crashed open, and Jaxon marched inside. I screamed in horror.

He relaxed at the sight of me. “I thought you had escaped.”

My face flushed with disgust. How could I escape in this condition? “Get out.”

He looked guilty and walked up to the tub. “No. I want to join you. Can I?” My gaze dropped to his rock-hard erection. Did he expect me to allow him inside me again? No, it would kill me this time.

“Please?” He took my silence as my permission and eased into the tub behind me. I could feel him harden more as he wrapped his arms around me. Turning me around to face him, he pulled me onto his massive erection. “You feel so good, Avaline.”

His words sounded like music to my ears. I could almost mistake his gentleness for love. This felt like a dream. I didn’t want it to end.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his throat. Surprisingly, I felt no pain this time as I met his thrusts with equal fervor. This time, he was gentler than earlier. What could it mean? Did he accept me into his life?