The lost mate
Chapter 91: Marked

Chapter 91: Marked

The wind rushed through her fur as Anne ran, the cool air invigorating as her paws hit the soft earth beneath her. Damien was behind her, his powerful body moving fluidly through the trees, and he chased after her. She could feel the tension melting away as they ran, the freedom of the forest wrapping around them.

They wove through the trees, their wolves chasing each other in a playful dance. His eyes were gleaming with wild intensity. Anne stopped, nipped playfully at his flank, and darted ahead. Damien growled in response, his wolf instincts kicking in as he chased after her. They leapt over fallen logs, dodged branches, and raced through the moonlit forest, their wolves perfectly in sync. For a while, there was no tension, no pack politics, no looming trials—just the two of them, their wolves running free under the stars.

They finally slowed, coming to a stop near a small clearing by a stream. Damien’s wolf padded over to her and nuzzled her neck, a soft growl rumbling in his chest, but this time it was one of affection, not anger.

His body was close to hers, no more than a hand span away. And though he didn’t touch her, she could feel the nearness of him crawling across her skin, making her hairs stand on end. Then he moved, nudging her by the shoulders and turning her, forcing her stomach first onto the grass.

His snout kept going, moving roughly up and down her back until she could do nothing but go limp and malleable beneath him. Gasping, she watched in surprise as he forced his face between her legs and ran his tongue along her slit. They had never done it in their wolf forms before. She felt an instant hot shiver as his wet tongue parted her and slid along the soft folds, pressing itself against the throbbing centre. She pushed her hips against his mouth in order to feel that wonderful pressure deeper inside her, but he pulled away, sliding his tongue higher, making her groan in frustration until he landed on a new spot. He pressed his mouth and tongue against her sensitive nub, pushing and sucking at it and wracking her body with spine twisting shocks of sensation. She was vaguely aware of the sharp points of his teeth digging lightly into her flesh, making her whole body contract and spasm. Her back felt as though it was about to snap as she convulsed under him, and the pleasure of the sensation was rapidly turned into torture.

She arched her hips, encouraging him lower, but to no avail, and the only audible sounds she could produce were incoherent growls. Her wolf was howling within her, urging her to surrender completely to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. She knew she was teetering on the edge of ecstasy, desperate for release but also craving more of his torturous touch.

She let out another low groan as his tongue paused, pressing against the walls and caressing some wonderful hidden place inside of her before slowly sliding out. Every time he pulled from her, she was anxious to have him back and began to delight in the friction his tongue caused.

"More," she whispered hoarsely as she trembled uncontrollably. He was on top of her now, leaning over her, one hand by her shoulder, steadying himself. He leant down and brushed his lips against her jaw, tracing it and following the line of her throat with his tongue.

"What was that you said?"

She didn’t have the faintest idea—had she said something? She gave him a questioning look in between whimpers.

"Something about, more?"

Yes more. Absolutely more.

"Yes." She agreed throatily, "Yes, please."

She gave it a mournful look and ground her hips against a phantom hand, only to find it too had been replaced. She felt that mixture of fear and excitement that was becoming very familiar and caught her breath in anticipation.

He pressed forward, sliding the very hard along the wet folds, pressing ever so slightly into the centre. She bit her lip and spread her thighs a little wider, opening up beneath him.

It’s too big, she thought as it stretched her. It felt as though her sides would split and she’d be torn in half.

"Do you want more or not?" His voice rang in her head.

She nodded.

"Are you in pain?"

"No, it’s just different in this form." Her voice sounded raw and breathless.

"I don’t suppose you’re going to beg me to stop?"

She shook her head. He was pressing against the deep wall, this time harder, and the pressure made her cramp.

"That’s good."

He thrust deeper and grasped the back of her neck. She needed him so badly. Her paws dug into the ground as he started to pump into her. She held her body in offering to him and accepted his knot gratefully. Every part of her screamed for him, wanting to be filled to overflowing.

It wasn’t long before he exploded inside. That sensation pushed her over my own edge, and she felt her body tighten around him. She felt sated as he howled his pleasure.

Damien’s wolf leant in, his nose brushing the fur along her neck, sending a ripple of sensation through her body. He nuzzled her gently at first, almost testing, his breath warm against her skin. Then, with a sudden intensity, he sank his teeth into the nape of her neck.

The bite was sharp but not painful, a sensation that sent a jolt of electricity down her spine. She felt the bond forming—a deep, primal connection locking into place. His teeth held her firm as their wolves merged into something eternal. The sensation of being claimed, of being marked by her mate, was overwhelming, and Anne’s wolf let out a soft whine of acceptance.

For a few long moments, they remained like that—his teeth in her neck, his scent wrapping around. The world outside faded away. There was no pack, no trial, no Jessica—only them. The bond that tied them together was now unbreakable, forged in the moonlight. Drops of blood trickled down her neck into the grass..

Her white fur glimmering under the moonlight, now bearing the mark of her mate. She could feel the power of it radiating through her, the bond strengthening every fibre of her being. Her wolf let out a low, satisfied growl, one of contentment and understanding.