I turn the water off as Zion steps out of the shower. I turn to step out, and Zion hands me a fluffy black towel and walks into our bedroom. I dried myself off, wrapping the towel around me, brushed my hair, and pulled it up loosely into a messy bun with my hair tie. After taking one last look in the mirror, I walk into our bedroom.
As I walk past the bed to my closet, I notice a large black shirt that I assume is Zions’ and a pair of my panties on the corner of our bed. My nerves skyrocket as I realize this will be our first night together. Like together together. My face, once again, heats up from blushing. Zion walks into the room, wearing only gym shorts, with a tray of cookies and two glasses of milk, and places the tray on the dresser under the T.V. mounted on the wall.
“Let the fun begin!” Dosha howls in my head as Zion sits on the end of the bed and looks up at me. Goddess, he’s so damn hot with his shoulder length, black hair, perfectly sculpted muscles, and those crystal blue eyes that could pierce my soul. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I let my towel drop to the floor and walk over to him. I stand between his legs, running my hand through his hair while my other hand is on his chest as the sparks of the mate bond run through my body. Before I know it, he grabs my hips and lifts me to straddle him, pressing our bodies close and feeling like we have become one. He ran one hand up the curves of my body while his other hand is pressed against the small of my back.
Suddenly I’m flipped over and pinned under Zions’ large and muscular body. His lips crash into mine in a possessive kiss as our tongues fight for dominance. His hand grabs my breast, messaging it before his lips leave mine, and takes my other breast in his mouth, nibbling gently, making a moan slip through my lips as I try to hold it in.
“Don’t hide your moans from me. I want to know what brings you pleasure.” He whispers in my ear, then nibbles on my ear while still playing with my breast. By now, the build-up of hot pressure in the lower part of my stomach is almost too much for me to handle.
He lowers his hand down my body, stopping between my thighs. He looks me in my eyes and licks his lips before standing up at the end of the bed. He grabs my hips and yanks me to the edge, making me squeal a little, and he laughs with eyes full of lust. He then kneels as he pulls one of my legs onto his shoulder, lifting my other leg to rest on the edge of the bed.
“Your arousal is intoxicating.” He says as he lightly kisses a trail up my inner thigh. The sparks from his touch, plus the warmth of his breath, are almost enough to push me over the edge when I suddenly feel his tongue at my core, and a few seconds later, I explode in ecstasy. He continues as I ride out the waves of pleasure, making me a moaning mess. He then moves us up on the bed as he positions himself between my legs at my entrance, and I finally notice how huge he is.
“If at any time you want me to stop, just tell me.” He says in a deep, husky voice, making me throb even more. I nod, and he begins to push into me slowly and gently.
I wake up the next morning and reach over to find Zion gone again. I sit up and realize that at some point, he dressed me in his shirt, and I smile. I look over at his pillow and find the note he left. “Getting us breakfast. And Odett is with Mrs.Clair.”
I decide to get up and start my morning routine. I stand up from the bed, and I’m sore. Then I remember last night and instantly blush as I walk to the bathroom. I pee, then walk over to the counter to brush my teeth and fix my hair, and Im caught off guard when I see his mark on my neck in the mirror. It’s stunning. It’s royal blue with two wolfs howling at a crown in the middle and has little magical swirls around it.
“You’re officially marked and mated,” Zion says, standing behind me, leaning on the door frame with a huge smile.
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