Chapter 724 Marked and claimed
Voren couldn’t wait one more second. His canines stretched long and sharp, and he drove them deep into the soft curve of Seraphine’s neck. Pain flared hot and bright through her whole body.
She sucked in a hard gasp against her chest, muscles locking tight. Then she felt every bit of her strength pouring out of her, draining fast like water slipping through open hands, leaving her shaky and light.
He kept his mouth on her a moment longer before pulling back. His tongue dragged slowly over the little drop of blood on her skin, warm and careful. “Mark me too,” he murmured right against her ear, his voice low and thick. He tipped his head sideways, giving her every bit of his neck.
Her knees went weak, the blood moon rays spilling through the cloud above them turned soft and blurry. Marsha’s voice cut through the haze hard.
’Must. Or you’ll be faint. Mark him, Sera.’
That jolt snapped her out of the heavy pull trying to swallow her whole. Her own canines pushed down and she sank them into the curve of Voren’s neck.
The bite stung sharp, but a slow smile spread across his face the whole time. He didn’t pull away. He just stayed still and let her claim him.
This was the day he’d wanted for so long. The second the marking finished, a fresh wave of energy slammed into Seraphine like a storm cracking open.
Her pheromones spread wild out of control, thick and sweet in the air between them. She felt her own wetness soak through between her thighs. Looking at Voren only made the heat climb higher, tight and needy in her belly.
He didn’t need to ask a single thing. His wife was in full heat, and he meant to give her everything her body was begging for. He lifted her into his arms in one easy motion and carried her toward their suite.
Seraphine was already ripping at her clothes before they even reached the door. Her body pressed tight against his, soft curves against hard muscle. Her mouth crashed onto his with open, hungry kisses.
Voren matched her completely, kissing her back just as fierce, tongue sliding against hers. She pulled away suddenly, slipped out of his arms, and dragged him straight into the bedroom by the hand.
She shoved him down onto the bed hard. The mattress bounced under him. She yanked her pants off with the raw hunger of her heat, then stripped her own clothes away in quick, desperate pulls, tossing them aside without care.
For the first time she took full control. She climbed over him, knees on either side of his hips, and let his thick, hard length push deep into her in one slow slide. A broken moan tore out of her throat.
Voren’s groan rumbled low in his chest. She started riding him hard and wild, hips rolling and slamming down while he thrust up to meet every single movement.
Her tight walls wrapped around him perfect. The feeling was both familiar and brand new at the same time. The mate bond made every touch burn hotter, turning skin on skin into pure need.
His release built fast, pressure coiling tight, but he held it back until he felt her start to shake and clench around him. They came together hard. She collapsed against her chest after, panting, heart racing under her hands.
Seraphine barely had time to catch her breath before her mouth found Voren’s nipple. She sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive skin gently while her heat kept clawing at her for more. One release wasn’t even close to enough. Her mate met that need without a second of hesitation.
This time Voren tried to roll her under him, but she twisted onto her stomach instead and pushed her hips up high for him.
He gripped her tight, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her waist, and thrust into her from behind in one long, deep stroke. Seraphine gasped sharp as her wetness coated him thick with every hard pump of his hips.
Without the heat she would’ve hit her limit already, body sore and spent, but right now she only wanted more, deeper, harder. They came together a second time, her cry muffled into the sheets, her body locked tight against hers.
Voren took her a third time curled up spooned against her back, one strong arm locked around her middle while he moved inside her slow and deep. Then he turned her to face him, their bodies still joined.
They looked straight into each other’s eyes and made love like they never had before, slow, intense, every thrust hitting places that made her toes curl and his breath stutter.
It was the first time they stayed locked together through the whole night under the full red moon, never pulling apart until morning light finally settled softly over the pack grounds.
Only then did Seraphine’s heat ease out of her. She fell asleep like a child in her mate’s arms, soft and spent, breathing even against his chest.
Day turned into night and then into the next morning before Voren finally woke up. When he realized they’d slept more than twenty-four hours, worry cut straight through him for his pregnant mate. Even in her sleep he could feel the leftover hunger still humming under her skin.
He mind-linked the chef right away and ordered something healthy and filling. Then he checked the mark in the bathroom mirror.
It had already healed clean, leaving a neat scar that looked almost like a tattoo of two deep fang punctures. To any human it would just look like an old scar. To every werewolf it would be recognized instantly as a mate mark.
The moment the chef arrived with the food, Voren thanked him quietly and went to wake his wife. He lifted her into his arms carefully, settled her on his lap, and spoke softly against her ear.
“Babe, you have to eat.”
Seraphine opened her eyes, still heavy with sleep. “We could have slept a little more.”
“Yeah, but you need food. We’ve already slept over twenty-four hours.”
That number cleared the last of the drowsiness right out of her eyes. Her fingers moved to the mark on her neck, tracing the healed skin. Voren kissed it at once, his lips warm.
“It’s healed, and it looks beautiful.”
Seraphine smiled while he started feeding her bites of food. He could feel how happy she was through the bond, and that was more than enough.
After breakfast they showered together, steam and soft keys, then headed out to find Corvine about the sendoff party for old pack members and welcome party for the new ones.
The second they stepped onto the main pack ground they came face to face with pure chaos unfolding right in the center of the clearing.
Cleopatra, Kael’s mate, was being slapped by her maid and yet, Kael stood there with a dark gaze, doing nothing as Alphas, and other pack leaders watched with excitement.
“What’s going on?” Voren and Seraphine asked at the same time.