Chapter 359 Lucian’s Mark

Lucian’s POV

She continued sleeping and finally stirred past midnight. It was as if she was making up for all the lost sleep from the past few nights.

How much I wanted to fuck you… but I held back for her sake.

She snuggled closer against my chest in her sleep, and I wrapped my arms around her. But instead of settling down again, she inhaled my scent deeply, her hand beginning to roam over my body.

Is she awake or just sleep-perverted?

If she was asleep and had no intention of being fucked, she better keep her hands under control. But…

Gosh. Her hand reached my cock.

“Eira…” I hissed softly. “You awake?”

In response, her hand moved along my already hard cock as if it were her plaything, and she even hummed in appreciation.

“You should stop if you—”

Not just her hand now. Her body rubbed against mine, seeking friction. She clearly wanted it.

And I didn’t care if she was asleep.

I held her thigh and lifted it over mine as we lay on our sides, facing each other. All that was left was to push my cock inside her.

Holding her hand, I guided it down to her pussy, rubbing it there. She moaned softly in her sleep and released my cock, instead pressing her pussy toward me.

I didn’t wait. I didn’t want to.

Gripping her thigh firmly over me, I pushed inside her with one hard thrust.

She let out a sharp, pained cry, her eyes snapping open in shock. I stilled immediately, letting her adjust.

Gasping, she looked at me, realization settling in.

“You asked for it,” I said in a restrained voice.

I had been holding back since noon, and I had lost my patience the moment she provoked me herself.

“And I’m not stopping until I knot you again,” I warned, my voice low and rough. “You have slept enough.”

Her hand braced against my chest. She didn’t look unwilling.

I pulled out and thrust hard again. This time she braced herself, her nails digging into my chest, her breath shallow.

My hand moved to her butt to steady her as I began to move, watching every erotic expression that crossed her face, listening to those soft moans that only grew louder the harder I thrust.

How badly I wanted to flip her onto her stomach, press her completely beneath me, my captive, and fuck her mindless until she struggled to breathe…

But her round belly stopped me.

It stopped me from every wicked thing I wanted to do to her.

I flipped and moved her body, taking her in a way I wished to. I must say having her on all fours and fucking her while wrapping her hair in my fists to arch her back was best way to fuck her.

When I had my fill of fucking her, I finally knotted her again. I could go on and on like this until the end of my life. Fucking her seemed to be only goal I had in mind.

I was truly getting crazy, she was driving me crazy.

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In the morning, when she woke up after the short nap I had allowed her once we were done, I checked the mark. Not the place where I had bitten her, but Kael’s mark.

Just like Roman’s, my mark should be there as well. And I was right.

Eira stood in front of the mirror, trying to see it once she was ready to go downstairs.

“It’s there,” I told her, standing behind her.

“I can see it… but what does it look like?” she asked. “It’s not easy to check it like this on my own body.”

I took out my mobile, clicked a picture of it, and showed it to her.

There were newly formed buds on the vine around the rose, and the buds carried the same color as my wolf, molten bronze. Those buds were my mark on her.

“This rose is getting beautiful,” she murmured. “It’s beautiful.”

“Indeed beautiful,” I said, my gaze fixed on her instead of the tattoo.

She was beautiful. Nothing could ever compare.

When we went downstairs, Eira went straight to Raven. She was clearly feeling guilty for staying away from him the entire day since yesterday.

“Did you miss me?” she asked.

The little guy nodded and studied her face carefully, as if checking something.

“Your mommy is alright,” I assured him, remembering Roman had told him she wasn’t feeling well and was resting. “I took really good care of her.”

“The kind of care you will understand in coming years, bud,” Rafe’s voice cut in.

Eira shot him a glare, silently telling him to shut up.

“What?” he shrugged. “You can’t expect him to stay innocent forever.

“There’s time. He is still a child,” she countered.

“When I was his age, I knew everything,” Rafe added. “And that didn’t affect anything.”

“That’s why you are a pervert,” she replied and then looked at Raven. “Please ignore him, alright? You are my good son.”

Roman simply nodded, unsure how else to respond.

Roman wasn’t wrong though. All of us had become aware of such things early on. Friends and social interactions had taught us. Raven, however, had lived in isolation.

It made me wonder how he would learn if he didn’t socialize. Unlike humans, werewolf kids tend to mature faster.

We couldn’t keep him sheltered forever. He needed friends.

I was sure Kael had already thought about it.

After breakfast, Raven’s teacher arrived and took him away for lessons. Finally alone with Eira, everyone had one thing on their minds, her mark.

Kael checked it. Just like Roman’s, when he touched those bronze buds, they glowed faintly under his fingers.

“Another beautiful addition,” Kael said, approving of the mark.

Eira’s eyes lit up with delight.

“I wonder what Rafe’s and Jason’s marks will bring,” Roman commented.

I noticed Rafe’s expression harden, while Jason’s held no hope at all. One was certain he would never mate with her, and the other seemed to believe it was simply not possible between them.

We would leave that to time.

“You need to take your shot,” Jason told Eira as he brought the box with him.

Eira hummed and lay on the sofa on her side.

Jason injected her, instructing her to keep lying.

“I feel like baby is moving,” she told him.

Jason put his hand on her round belly, “It’s about time you feel the movement. Light ones now, and later it will be more prominent.”

A smile painted on her lips. “Raven used to move around a lot in the last month.”

Jason hummed, “That means the baby is healthy.”

Her smile widened, as her hands moved to her belly to caress it, to feel her child.

When these two were doctor and patient, there were at complete ease with each other. I wished them to be at ease rest of the time as well.

I want Eira to treat him just like rest of us. I know he had been dying with regret every day, I know him well.

My brother deserved another chance to make up for his mistake, and I hope she will give that chance to him soon.