Chapter 38: 2.16: Marking (R-18)

"Alright. I'll mark you." He said diving into her lips for a heated kiss. His kiss was more forceful now, seeking. He gripped her hips and ground down against her core, she moaned at the friction of their bodies pressing together.

Growling, she clawed at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. She tossed it aside, leaning back to look at his sculpted body hovering over her. His chiseled muscles tensed in effort. She trailed her fingers down his spine, she felt him shiver.

He leaned back on the bed, sitting her up momentarily to make quick work of her shirt and bra, practically tearing them off of her. He stared at her and his eyes darkened with lust, he leaned forward and captured one bud in his mouth, Setia moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair. He pushed her back on to the bed and she let him guide her.

He trailed his fingers over her sides, down across the planes of her stomach, to the waist band of her pants. He smiled at her teasingly before popping the button open to her pants. He slowly slid the material down her legs, revealing her thin black panties.

He kissed the side of her neck as he palmed her through her underwear, she arched against his hand and groaned. She clutched at his back, and as he massaged her she ground against his hand. She whimpered and pushed him back far enough to grasp the waistband of his pants, tearing them down, she removed them from his body. He wasn't wearing any underwear. She gasped at the size and girth of him before her.

He pulled her up and flipped her over, so she was on all fours on the bed, he gripped her panties in his hands and slowly pulled them off of her, she wiggled to help him remove them. He placed his hand on her back and leaned in close, inhaling the scent of her. She felt bare and exposed before him. He radiated alpha power.

He leaned over her, so he curved himself along her back, and reached around to grip her breasts. She moaned as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. She arched her back upwards and rose up on the bed so she was on her knees. Her back pressed against his chest with his arms around her.

"You smell so sweet, my Omega." He growled in her ear, and slid one of his hands down her front, to the core of her. He plunged two fingers inside her and stroked languidly. She moaned softly and leaned her head back against his shoulder.

"So wet for me…" He purred. He bit the side of her neck gently, mimicking where he will mark her, and he pressed his hips firmly against her. She could feel the hard length of him prodding her backside. He pushed her forward, so she was on her hands and knees, at the same time as he plunged deep into her. She groaned at the sensation of him filling and stretching her.

"Yes…" She moaned, and rocked back against him, begging for more. He chuckled and gripped her hips to keep her firmly in place, then he began thrusting into her in a steady pounding rhythm. She gripped the bedsheets beneath her, she thrust her body back in time with his thrusts, making him strike deeper.

"Oh god!" She called out, he growled and increased his pace, relentlessly hammering into her. She felt the pleasure rising in her and she leaned up so her back was against his chest, She moved back so she was sitting on his lap and riding him. He threw his head back and moaned, biting his lower lip. He wrapped his arms around her to grip her breasts that were bouncing as she rode him.

He lowered one of his hands to stroke her clit while she moved, and she cried out, shuddering against him. She arched her back, her muscles gripping tight around him. He bit out a curse as he felt her muscles contracting in an orgasm around him. He moved the hair away from her neck as he continued relentlessly thrusting.

"Are you sure?" He asked once again, his voice sounding strained. She looked back at him and his eyes were a deep red.

"Yes!" She cried out as he hit a particular spot within her. He growled and struck like a cobra, biting deep into her neck. She cried out at the invasive pain and then soaring pleasure took over. She felt connected to him, their scents mingled. He cried out and shuddered against her as he climaxed slowing down his rhythm as he latched on to her neck.

She stilled, panting, leaning back against him for support. He held her up, and gently released her neck. They rolled over onto the bed breathing heavily, her head rested on his chest. They were slick, covered in a sheen of sweat. Blood trickled down her shoulder.

"Did I hurt you?" His face was lined with concern, he reached for a discarded t-shirt on the ground, dabbing up the blood. She shook her head.

"It hurt momentarily, then it felt like nothing I'd ever experienced before." She said with wonder. He let out a low chuckle.

"Well I'd hope you'd not been mated before." He trailed his fingertips over her cheek, she leaned into his touch. She felt odd, lighter. She stretched and lie on her stomach on the bed, staring at him. He trailed his fingertips down her back, then stopped at the three lines that designate her an Omega.

"It's filled in." He said, looking down at the mark. She got up and went to the mirror she saw nearby, she turned around. The marks that were lines were now an intricate symbol, wrapped around the lines. She saw the bite mark on her neck and cringed, it looked raw, but it appeared as if it was already starting to heal.

"Well, I guess I'm a mated woman now." She smiled. For the morning, they lounged in the bliss that came with being together.