Rejected Mate and Following Fate

"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.

so I don't fall. I'm breathless, feel like I've just been hit by a train for 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

moment to recover and come back to the land of the living where my focus clears from hazy darkness, back to reality. Unlike the first time 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

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 up any hope of getting back out of bed

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

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

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 this seem more intimate somehow and I lay my head against his chest, inhaling the unique smell that's

his arm comes back around me. He nuzzles his chin on top of my head as he gets comfy then yawns, stifling 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 staying up and talking about what this was… how momentous it was for

forgive me, considering I not only marked my mate but restored the powers that were taken. That deserves sleep, in bed, with my new Luna in my arms." He yawns again, straining his voice and then buries his face back

at them as though they will suddenly look completely different,

them, turning them over in the dark until I catch Colton looking me oddly. Focused fully on my face with that hint of amused adoration I sometimes catch with him. Colton looks happy, and

pulls himself to sit and prop against the headboard to watch me,

shriek in utter surprise when the contents on the top swipe off to the floor in a clattering crescendo that almost makes me

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

might have Sierra's blue glow, which would be totally