Marked

                                    

                                          
Enzo - Royal Crest
We have just pulled off the most amazing mating and luna ceremony anyone could ask for.  
She looked breathtaking.  I will never forget the moment I saw her walking down the isle towards me.  I thought my knees were going to give out.
An overwhelming amount of emotion forced me to turn around so the pack didn't see me crying like a baby.  
It's now 4am and I'm too buzzed to sleep.  Even after making love to Sophia like the world was ending and I still can't find the tiredness.  
I need to talk to her about me marking her.  I'm struggling without it I realise.  Feeling insecure as fuck.  
If the repercussions weren't so extreme it would of happened the moment I knew she was my mate.  I wouldn't have been able to stop myself.  
These same thoughts swirl around my head on repeat.  They have done all week.  I'm so wound up I can't sleep even with Sophia sprawled out on top of me.  
I have to pinch myself some mornings, I feel like I'm going to wake up and this will have all been a dream.
Just as the sun is rising her memories drift in to my head.  I must be going delirious.
Suddenly Cara appears on my lap as I'm sat at the table in the hall.  I realise I'm seeing this through Sophia's eyes.  We look ridiculously happy.  I can see myself pulling her along my cock.  We weren't even subtle about it.  
How the fuck did Sophia sit their and take this?.  Then another memory of her and Dan talking to the king.  I realise they had planned and encouraged cara and I to mark that night.  
I try to delve more and realise that without the bond she only felt hatred and a touch of jealousy at that point.  She was able to quite happily watch me fawning over Cara and vice Versa.  I'm so frustrated knowing this.  
She knows what we were doing behind those closed doors.  It was utter filth most of the time.  But the sad thing is, as the time I thought I loved her.  I was crazy about her.  Spellbound I sigh.
Should we complete our mating and hope for the best?  Will it fracture us more if I don't mark her?
I should be the happiest man alive but I feel sad.  Why can't I just be thankful that's she's here.  She's given me a lot more than most would have for crying out loud.  But this is Sophia we are talking about.  It's categorically impossible to be her mate and not mark her.  She's a goddess for fucks sake.
I take another deep breath and try to sleep if only for an hour.
I find myself in an erotic dream a while later.  I'm stuck somewhere between sleep and reality.  I'm pummelling sophia in to the bed until she's screaming my name.  As I look down at our joint bodies I pull out and watch as she gushes all over me.  I'm more exited than ever and for the first time since I was a young man I have a wet dream.  
Why does it all come back to sex? It's so inbuilt into our primal side that it's almost like a compulsion.  I wish we were more like humans where the jealousy over previous partners doesn't really exist.  Not on a life changing scale like it does with us.
Suddenly I feel anger through the bond.  I look up at Sophia's face and realise her eyes are open.  "Angel?"
"Will I ever be enough for you Enzo?"   I frown confused.  "Your thoughts are practically penetrating through me!"  "Hoping that I'll fulfil your egositical orgasm's just like she did for you!"  "What the fuck Sophia?"  I say.  
"You pictured me coming over you just like she did Enzo!"  "What, NO!"  I would never think of another, ever Sophia.  
"I've seen how excited you are about the prospect". "Just admit your ego was through the roof with her".  "You said it yourself" "baby no one makes me cum like you" "or was it" "fuck that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen!"  I cringe not knowing how I can possibly make her understand.