Falk Clan Tales - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

He licked a hot trail from her collarbone to her mouth and touched his lips to hers. Oh, my God. Fred drove her tongue inside of his spicy hot mouth. Holding him there with her hands while she explored the sweet cavern of his mouth. She couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.
Electricity sizzled between them. Like little bolts of lightning dancing along her nerve endings. The world stopped and spun round again. She thought she even heard her Wolf howl.
His lips were spicy and sweet, like a bite of 70% chocolate and a sip of Bordeaux. A dark sort of delicious that went straight to her head.
His hands roamed over her body with free reign. She allowed him access to her secrets without any reservations. His tongue and teeth teased her mouth until she was almost mindless with need. She wanted him, craved him. Fred couldn’t hold back any longer, she wrapped one leg around his hips and pulled him close.
If he could, then so could she. She steered him deeper into the small backroom. He squeezed her thighs and lifted her fully onto him, carrying her the rest of the way. She allowed him to do just that.
Her hands had better things to do. Like running up and down his heavily muscled back, down to his hips, and finally, to his firm ass. He felt soooo good in his tight black leather. She bit his lower lip. Grrr.
He seemed to growl in response. Fred’s hands moved to the front of the soft leather that encased his manhood. His cock was long and hard under her curious fingers. She groaned again as he throbbed in her hands. Up and down, she traced and squeezed, again and again.
If the way his entire body vibrated under her touch was any indication of how he felt, he definitely liked it. She couldn’t get enough. Fred wished they were in a bed somewhere where she could peel off every barrier between them and explore.
“I need your answer, please, I beg you. You must tell me,” he lifted his head, eyes glowing, “Can I have you?”
The question. There it was again. She thought he would have gotten the answer by now. But maybe he needed the words.
“Yes,” Fred moaned the word and squeezed her thighs around him.
“It’s done then,” he took her hands and put them around his neck, pressing as close as he could get to her with their clothes still on.
He put his hands under her ass and lifted her up so that she was practically riding him. She moved and bucked, pressing into him as close as she could get. So close, but still so far. A sweeter torture, Fred had never felt.
He bent his head to her neck and first his lips were kissing her, then his tongue, and finally she felt teeth. She groaned and clung to him as he sucked. His teeth grazed her neck again.
Shivers travelled down her spine. Fred wanted something, she needed something more. She didn’t know what it was, but she held onto him and exposed her throat fully to him. Longing for something she didn’t quite understand. Then, her body tensed and before she could name what it was, she wanted, he bit down. Hard.
Fred gasped aloud as pure pleasure shot throughout her body from the place where he bit her on her neck to every nerve receptor. The brief pain of his bite was immediately forgotten, lost in the most intense orgasm she had ever felt. Then he was licking and sucking again, and Fred felt a delicious heat seep into her.
“My sweet, sweet Fred,” he penetrated her mouth with his tongue and kissed her again more thoroughly than she had ever been kissed before.
His hands moved up and over her firm breasts. He flicked her nipples with his left hand while his right hand snaked down her tight jeans. Thank God for jeggings.
He parted her hot, wet lips with just the tips of his long fingers. Circling the swollen skin, teasing and tempting her, but not quite filling her. Fred bucked against him. She wanted him. Now.
“Oh, my God, don’t you dare stop, Callius,” Fred said into his mouth. She bit his lower lip and swore she felt him smile against her.
His hand dipped down further into her jeans. Fred grabbed a fistful of his dark hair and groaned as he inserted two large fingers inside her throbbing heat. With a third finger, he found the place where she ached the most and applied just the right amount of pressure.
“Yes, oh, yes,” she moaned into his mouth, loving the smoky taste of his kiss.
With fast, even strokes he played her body as if she was an instrument and he its master. No one had ever come close to being as attuned to her every desire as this man, this stranger, who was like something out of one of those telenovelas her great-aunt used to watch. She let go of all her inhibitions and gave herself over to the pleasure of his touch. She kissed him hard, clinging to his lips to stop herself from screaming out as he rocked her into the sweetest orgasm she’d experienced.
“Oh God, oh damn, oh damn, Callius,” she growled his name as he continued to stroke and kiss and soothe.
“Es meus,” he growled and slid his hand out of her damp panties.
His golden gaze locked with her as he licked each of his fingers. One. At. A. Time. It was almost enough to make her cum again.
“What does that mean?” she asked as she tried to regain some semblance of control over her trembling body.
“It means you are mine.”
“Yours, huh?”
“Yes. My mate. For life.”
“Wow, I mean, really, that was great, amazing even. I mean, mind-blowing, but it was really just a kiss.”
“Just a kiss? I still taste your woman’s honey on my tongue, and I can’t tell you how much I want to indulge in it for the rest of the evening.”
“I’d like that too, but-”
“No buts. Let us leave here now, I’ve already marked you, love, our bond is made.”
“What bond? What mark?” Inside her heart she knew exactly what he was talking about. Her hand flew to the place on her neck where she’d felt his searing kiss just minutes ago.
Fred ran over to the small mirror on the wall of the employee locker room. She turned her head and lifted her hand. When she saw the raised puncture marks, her face fell. He bit her. Like actually bit her.
“You did say ‘yes’, my love. I’ve given you the most precious gift I have to give, the diamond rose,” Callius talked to her reflection in the mirror, but all Fred could see was the bite mark on her neck.
It wasn’t two little holes, like a vampire bite or anything like that. This was a full-on bite. It looked a little rounded, wait? What was happening?.
“What is going on?”
As Fred looked in the mirror, the mark began to grow. It turned, and swirled. First a bright angry looking red, then a glowing, ethereal white, until finally, it stopped moving. The remaining pattern was an intricate bluish gold. Like a very detailed tattoo of a, what was it? A rose. It was a rose.
“It is there on your neck and here, in this stone. The diamond rose. It is my heart, my soul, my pledge to you, my most prized possession, it is my oath to our bond, and it is yours,” he removed a ring from his leather pants. Those things had pockets?
Fred gasped. She was in serious danger of going into sensory overload. First, the amazing connection, then the mind-blowing orgasm, now she was marked. She didn’t know if she could process everything that had happened in the last half-hour.
One thing for sure, that ring was the most gorgeous thing she had ever seen. Layers of gold molded into the shape of a blooming rose with dozens of small blue diamonds surrounding one larger center stone.
She looked from the mirror to the ring and back again. The small mark on her neck resembled the pattern identically. Beautiful. The diamond rose pulsated on her neck in time with the one in her hand. The two of them magically linked. Both pulling her towards the man standing right behind her.
Fred wanted nothing more than to take it and put it on. But it was too soon. Logic warred with instinct and she felt the niggling sensation of doubt creep in. Could she trust her heart again so soon after her latest disaster?
“My sweet Winifred, we sealed our bond with a kiss. How did you put it, a Valentine’s Day gift from the Fates, remember?”
“Yes, but I was joking.”
“We often reveal truths in jests. You are my mate, and I am yours.”
“I don’t even know you.”
“I am Callius Falk, and I swear this day that I will forever treasure you and protect you with my life’s blood.”
“This is not funny, okay?”
“This is no joke. You are my heart’s desire. The diamond rose is yours alone.”
“But I-” Fred started.
“Hey Fred. Someone’s here for you.” Jordan yelled from the front bar.
“One sec,” Fred almost made it out of his embrace, but Callius stepped in front of her barring her exit. His stance was protective and where she normally would have been annoyed a such macho tactics, she was kind of flattered. Hmm, never had a protector before. She watched him inhale. So much like a Wolf, yet different. He was majestic in his battle stance, almost regal. What was he?
“More Werewolves. An Alpha Werewolf.”