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.

I’m breathless, feel like I’ve just been hit by a train for the second time in

we imprinted, this time has a wave of surreal and dreamlike that lingers, and the taste of his blood trickles down my throat, warming me, filling me up with insane emotions, before finally fading away to a gentle stroke down my legs. It’s almost like a mental orgasm, with less severity and I blink my eyes open

… interesting. I feel drugged.” His voice is low and husky, and he looks utterly exhausted now. 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

way, and you want to lie here and revel in it. I feel light, and free, yet delirious in happiness, as

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. I have nowhere else in the world I would rather be than here, and I want to stay this way forever. Heart healed, soul complete, and now I can sleep safe and secure beside him, and never know that kind of loneliness

press something attached to the headboard. All the lights of the room go off together in unison, every single lamp, and dim glow, leaving us only illuminated from behind him by the moon coming in through the window as the curtains sit open. The darkness makes

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 staying up and talking about what this was… how momentous it was for both of us, I really want to experience sleeping in his arms and waking up to him in the morning, to start a

sleep, in bed, with my new Luna in my arms.” He yawns again, straining his voice and then buries his face back in

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

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

himself to sit and prop against the headboard to watch me, giving in to the fact I’m not about

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

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 like a little mini volcano, and I start to jiggle on the bed, unable to conceal my glee. The vapor energy, or whatever it is, it’s clear now, and I can’t see it the way I did in the forest,

and yank him a little, dying to see whatever it is he’s now unleashed. Maybe he might have Sierra’s blue glow, which would be totally cool, and maybe a bit of a turn on, but Colton shakes