Page 64 of Captive Hybrid
My orgasm builds in me, this time, he pushes me down, back flat on the blankets, raising my legs slightly for a better angle. I feel complete when I’m with you, he says. A sense of total peace washes over both of us, shared from one to the other and back again.
I stare up at him, admiring every inch. I grip his thighs, needing to hold onto him. I do, too. As his thrusts become harder, faster—oh, Goddess, yes—his silver eyes meet mine.
Zenna, may I claim you? I promise to do right by you this time.
Yes. In that moment, I realise I never stopped wanting that. Aidan had been right. I’d projected my own rejection onto him and Evelyn’s relationship. I was jealous. Please.
Mordecai reaches up and twists my nipples, eliciting a sharp cry as my orgasm pushes over the edge, consuming me in intense waves of pleasure. Mordecai is only a beat behind me, a final, hard thrust deep within me causes his pleasure to ripple inside me.
For a long moment, we stay like that, connected, breathing hard.
Then, gently, he pulls out of me and kisses each of my thighs. You okay?
I nod, grinning.
For one moment, flush colours his cheeks, a small smile spreading over his face. Then he brushes a hand over my sex, barely a caress, which sends me shuddering, having just had an orgasm. Do you have a preference, of where I mark you? His hands graze over my body. From my sex, up to cup my breasts. Then he lifts me by my hips and grabs my ass. By the fervour, I can tell his preference, those claws reaching out to brush against my skin.
I offer a smile. ‘Whichever you like best.’ I wiggle down. ‘Who says I can have only one mark?’
In a wave of arousal, Mordecai bares his teeth, flipping me onto my hands and knees. His hot breath dances over my ass, sending shivers, and a tiny tendril of fear, through me. Until this moment, I hadn’t thought about the fact he was going to bite me.
Gently, he caresses both of my ass checks. Don’t be afraid. It’s not meant to be damaging. Only deep enough to scar. Are you sure about this?
Despite the kernel of fear, arousal and desire pulse through me, wetting my still damp sex. Yes. I turn my head, looking at him over my shoulder. There’s dark desire in his eyes, but his hands on me are firm and calming. Comforting. I trust you.
Mordecai smiles, leans forward, and places a firm kiss on my ass. Where he will mark me, on the outer edge. If I wore a bikini, everyone would see. I close my eyes, willing myself to calm at the expectation of pain.
Mordecai sends a final message through the bond as I feel his mouth open, and teeth dig into my skin. It’s okay. He holds me still as his teeth push into my soft, vulnerable skin.
I whimper, clamping down on a cry.
His hands caress me, soothing. Sensing my fear and pain, he sends comfort and soothing feelings down the bond, keeping me from panicking.
It does hurt, but the way he’s holding me, reassuring me, makes me feel safe, knowing that the bite will not last long. That soon I will turn around and smile at the mark he’s left. He’s really claiming me.
A shudder passes over my skin as the pain increases. His teeth in me feel like large, hot, wicked needles. I scrunch my eyes closed, holding my breath as a sob climbs up my throat. Then the needles are gone, and Mordecai’s holding me gently in his arms, kissing my hair.
He rubs my backside with a blanket, dabbing away the blood.
You won’t lick it?
No, Zen. It’s meant to mark. It needs to heal naturally.He holds me close. I know it hurts, but are you okay?
I take a moment to consider, then nuzzle into his chest. We’re both still naked. I can’t believe we just—finally—had sex. Our bond thrums, stronger than ever. Yes. I inhale the scent of him. Earth, blood, sweat and something deeper. His wolf smells like air and moonlight. If moonlight had a smell. Perhaps something like vanilla. Sweet, heady and earthy all at once.
Are you smelling me? Amusement fills his voice.
I blink, slightly embarrassed. No?
He chuckles, pressing his cheek against the top of my head. No one’s ever held me like this before. He’s positioned me carefully so the bite isn’t resting on his legs folded under me. It feels so… strange and natural all at once.
I know your scent like the back of my paw. It’s how we found you, you know. To me, and only me, you smell like damp earth and spices.He peppers soft kisses over my head, my temples, making me smile. What do I smell like to you?
You smell like earth too, but deep, dry earth. And moonlight and air, a little vanilla-y. And like sweat, I add with a laugh.
Well, I think I can blame you for that, little one.He pulls back so he can look at my face. He brushes a finger down my cheek with a featherlight touch. I… I’m so relieved, Zen. That I could earn your trust. Or, at least, begin to. I know I have much to make up for. Thank you for giving me another chance.
I smile up at him, still in awe of his impressive build. Those wide, muscled shoulders, a light dusting of black hair over his chest. Those bumpy abs. I poke him playfully. ‘Well, you know, had to get healed somehow.’
