Rejected Mate and Following Fate - Awakening Book

“You won’t be wanting sex from me again then, huh? I mean …. I’m not that kind of guy anymore… no mark, equals, no mating. Even when the haze comes.” He shrugs playfully and I shake my head at him and make a ‘hmmm’ noise as though I’m really considering it. I like the teasing, it’s cute, and I like Colton’s playful cheeky face all the more, now that I have no more doubts about us.

To be honest the first time was maybe quick, and I’m suffering a little from it, but I definitely want to do that again and explore how much better it can be. I always heard the first time is nothing compared to when you master it, and have it a few times, which means I am in for a world of amazing sex, because Colton has skills. I don’t want to miss out on that and besides, can’t have this sex pot unmarked when the haze moves in. Femmes might kidnap him from me and hold him hostage until they get their fill. I need to mark my man.

“Such threats should be punished, Mr. Santo. I might just go to sleep.” I smile as wickedly as I can at him and cast him a raised eyebrow smirk. Warm and cozy in the security that this is real, and he’s mine.

“Go ahead, I’m kinda beat. I could use the sleep.” He folds his arms behind his head casually, as though he really doesn’t care at all, and closes his eyes. It riles me enough to slap him on the peck with impulsive anger. Sudden fury that he might not be joking, and it ignites an internal minor temper tantrum.

“Hey!!” It’s real outrage, and that chuckle he expels is an instant dampening tool. Colton opens his eyes and grins at me, chasing away any doubt that he was not playing, and he strokes his thumbs over my thighs. Cooling my fire and bringing me back to heel with a taming touch.

“Stop messing and make me your bitch already. You know I love you, and this…… it’s holding up everything else. Mark me, woman, before I smother you against me and make you do it.” There’s a tone of seriousness in that, even if it’s in good humor, and I know I’m only really delaying because I’m nervous about this final step. It’s been a lot, and I’m finally going to do it. Not just mark him but unbind something I’ve been trying to master for weeks, and that’s terrifying to me.

When I bite him, and taste his blood within me, then it finalizes everything and I’ll not only get the last memories we have of being apart in a fresh imprinting, but a chance to be able to harness the powers I possess completely. I’ll be Luna, just like that, form one bite, whether I’m ready or not. Whether I’m going to be a good Luna or not. It’s a big step and I am not ready for any of it, but I need to take a leap of faith.

Fear isn’t going to make this easier, it’s only going to make me work myself up into complete anxiety and make him think I really have changed my mind. I lean down, inhale slowly to calm the inner trepidation, close my eyes, elongate my wolf teeth and blindly sink into his peck muscle, in an area I aimed for that’s similar to where he marked me.

There’s a moment of complete abhorrence, as I bite the man I adore, sinking horribly into soft, salty flesh, hating that I’m inflicting pain and wounding him. The taste of his blood almost makes me gag, as it fills my mouth, choking me with its consistency, and metallic saltiness, and my fangs sink into tissue that’s both warm and smooth as hot liquid, thick and repugnant in aftertaste hits my tongue. It’s awful, but yet, I’m almost completely distracted a moment later when I’m yanked away from what I’m doing by a mind being filled with thoughts, feelings, memories, images, and whizzing moments of time spinning around my head. Pulling me back. Just like the first time we ever imprinted, only with less ferocity, less shock at the assault, it’s a do-over, only with more potency in other ways.

the second time in my life, and the dizziness sends me reeling sideways, unable to hold myself taught. The room spins and slumps as Colton braces me, and gently helps me lie down on the bed as reality comes back before he pulls me in against him and wraps

up with insane emotions, before finally fading away

Dark shadows under his eyes which are a little lackluster in color, even in this dim lighting. It’s mirrored in me, and my body has given up any hope of getting back out

been inhaling powerful vapors that render you completely relaxed, and happy giddy, so that you lay around chilling like hippy stoners. Satisfied in every way, and you want to lie here and revel in it. I feel light, and free, yet delirious in happiness, as though no worries are left inside of my brain for the time being. It’s like a chemical

his tight embrace as he slides his arms around me firmly and pulls my body to fit his from toes to noses. His skin on mine, close contact in the best way, sharing air, and yet this feels completely natural and so right. Like I was always meant to be wrapped up with him.

and dim glow, leaving us only illuminated from behind him by the moon coming in through the window as the curtains sit open.

it with a fist over his mouth. I can feel the waves of genuine fatigue washing my way from him and how desperately he needs to sleep. This was a big thing, between us, and even though we should mark the occasion by

that were taken. That deserves sleep, in bed, with my new Luna in my arms.” He

to a sitting position, forgetting all about being too tired to move, extending my hands and staring at them as though they will suddenly look completely different, and I would somehow now. I mean, I didn’t feel any kind of anything that was possibly, specifically power related, but then again, what would that even

Colton looking me oddly. Focused fully on my face with that hint of amused adoration I sometimes catch with him. Colton looks happy, and that makes me all bubbly and gooey inside, because I know I did that for

headboard to watch me, giving in to the fact

room, nonchalantly, not really sure what I’m doing, and then shriek in utter surprise when the contents on the top swipe off to the floor in a clattering crescendo that almost makes me have a heart attack. I gasp in shock, stare at the mess, and then my hands before turning to him, like a kid who found a

same motion at the already broken remains. Willing myself to do it again, and squeal when they are spread across the floor. By about a foot, as though an invisible brush swept them away. It’s almost like breathing. I can willfully extend my touch and move things in ways I could never dream of before, and it excites me on a whole other level. My insides bubbling

whatever it is he’s now unleashed. Maybe he might have Sierra’s blue glow, which