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Living with Kaden has been pure joy. Although we're both busy with work, we still make time for each other. He makes me laugh until tears stream from my eyes and pleasures me until I beg for mercy.
Chaney didn't heed my warning against Alphas and their craziness and got entwined with Alpha Sillas. Last I heard, he was faking an injury to be treated by her. When questioned why he traveled all the way to the edge of Kaden's territory when he had his own doctors in his pack, he scoffed and refused to answer.
That day, Kaden contemplated denying Sillas entrance to the pack because he was still possessive and paranoid that Sillas is after me. I warned that he shouldn't be rude to the other alpha because that will only increase tension between packs, but that didn't convince him. After I offered to give him a massage and head scratches, he conceded. Violence and disagreements with another alpha don't phase him, but as soon as I offer rubs, he rolls over onto his belly. To this day, I don't understand how the pack can be intimidated by him.
Lately, he has been questioning the marking ceremony. Every time we're messing around in bed, his teeth scrape my neck. He's itching to mark me. It's an animalistic instinct that he feels stronger than anyone because he's alpha.
I kept pushing it back, and it took a lot of inner searching to realize why. I'm afraid my official title as Luna will change our dynamic. I'll pick up new responsibilities, including birthing his children and anything I say holds more weight because of my position. This wagging tongue of mine could cause a fight, and Goddess knows I'm talented at causing trouble.
I'm intimidated, but I've accepted that if Kaden trusts me, then I should, too. I embrace the fear and take it as a challenge to become a better woman. Not just him and me, but for the pack.
Today I left work early to prepare a surprise dinner. We ate together and suggest that we go for a walk. Kaden agrees but is confused about why we head toward the clinic. I insist I left some paperwork behind.
I take him into the room in which we officially met. Where he laid me on the patient's chair and nearly fucked me into the cushion. The room that we walked out of with completely different lives.
I palm his chest and direct the confused alpha to take a seat. He slumps on the patient bed and looks around. "Where's your paperwork?" he asks.
With a chuckle, I straddle him. His hands instantly come to my hips.
I push my ponytail over my shoulder and tug at the collar of my shirt. "Fuck the paperwork, Kaden."
He looks at my exposed cleavage first and then at my neck. The hold at my hip tightens.
"Mark me, alpha. Mark me in here, the place where you first devoured me."
He flares his nostrils. "Kenna, if this is a joke..." Already, his voice is darkening.
"Mark me," I repeat, this time in a lower tone. Submissive, because he's at the brink of explosion.
He swoops in, kissing me so hard that I reel back and have to clench his shoulders for balance. His tongue ravages my mouth. He is out of control, lost in his thirst.
I try my best to keep up, always up for a challenge. I grind against him, and he thrusts up into me. We dry-hump, torturing ourselves, making each other hungry. Our kissing isn't enough. That's the thing about our relationship. We never tire of each other, because every kiss and every touch feels like the very first one.
His breath against my skin and his seed spilling in me is so refreshing that it's addicting.
I grind onto his hardened groin until a wet spot appears at the crotch of my leggings. Kaden grips me so hard that I know markings will appear on my skin, but that's fine with me. I want the indentation of his fingers and the bite of his teeth on my neck.
He trails kisses on my neck. My heartbeat spikes, because he's in a dangerous area. The minute he bites me, we'll be bonded for life. Our scent will entwine, our bodies will only be able to procreate with each other, and his status as alpha will uplift mine.
He scratches my neck with his teeth, teasing me, as always. This time, he won't pull away. His hold is too demanding, and the cock between my legs is too hard.
"I warned you," he whispers before sinking his teeth into me. I expected pain, but all that comes is hot, blinding thunder. I gasp, toss my head back, and lose control. To my shock, an orgasm racks through me. I arc my back against Kaden, moaning and shaking as he licks my neck. My sex pulses as if he's licking it, too.
When he's done, I look at him with hooded eyes, completely undone.
"Luna Kenna," he growls. Although he has claimed me, he's still possessive. His body is wound up tight and his cock is stiff and loaded between us.
This is it. I'm Luna of the pack now.
Usually, the couple announces to the pack that they intend to mark each other, celebrate through the night, and then perform the marking ceremony in the comforts of their bedroom. I didn't want any lavish party or attention. I didn't want to declare to anyone that I got my happily ever after, so I brought him to the clinic where our adventure began.
He kisses my forehead and helps me off the bed. I'm still weak at the knees as we step into the night with his arm tight around me. It's dark, but my reeking scent of blood and lust makes it clear to all pack members that their Luna is walking past them.
To my horror, all of them kneel out of respect whenever Kaden and I pass by.
I'm tempted to run, but I fear they'll hear the squashing of my wet thighs.
We walk to the wilderness. The darkness engulfs us, but I feel safer than ever. Kaden undresses first, his erection persistent. He shifts, and I follow. My body feels rejuvenated, like the alpha's mark strengthened me.
We run through the wilderness. I remember the past, when I would run alone out of pure boredom and uncertainty. Now I'm running with my mate.
We run two laps, with Kaden leading the way, before lying on the grass with the moon high above us.
"You know what the highlight of today was?" Kaden asks.
"That you finally trapped me for life?" I joke.
"No. It's that your mother finally hit the lottery. She's going to be over the moon that she locked herself a rich son-in-law."
I slap his chest and bite my lip to stop my laughter. Another woman would be insulted, but he's not wrong.
"Well, my highlight was orgasming from that bite. I'm going to need you to bite me more often."
He tugs me closer. "I'll bite if you suck. Do we have a deal?" he murmurs, grabbing my hand and leading it to his groin.
I roll my eyes and pull my hand away. "You're such a smartass."
"A smartass," he repeats and takes my hand, kissing it tenderly. "And the luckiest man in the world for having you."