Written in the stars (BxB)

Chapter thirty five- Jason

Alexander starts to get up after Aubrey so I quickly do as well. He grabs the bag his dad packed without a word. We both leave the diner together, however I look back once and see Alexander's dad with his head in his hands. He looks like a wreak and although I know what he said about his kids must be true, the idea of my family doing that to humans makes me feel sick.

When Alexander and I get outside Aubrey and Micheal are by the car. Coming closer I see Micheal is trying to comfort Aubrey, she has bright red tears running down her face. Micheal is awkwardly patting her back trying to keep her sobbing at bay. Looking to my side I see Alexander trying to keep his own tears in. The red blood is lining his eyes but he's not letting it drop. He moves closer to Aubrey embracing her in a tight hug, "It'll be okay, we'll figure this out."

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Alexander and I get home. The house is empty so we head up to my room. Moving onto the bed we just lay there, him in my arms. He hasn't spoken much, even in the car ride home he just sat in the back with Aubrey both with silent tears running down their faces. I pull him in a bit closer to me just wanting any semblance of comfort. The bag his dad gave is just sitting in the corner of the room, Alexander's eyes are locked on it. But then he turns to me kissing my lips.

It's delicate at first, not as full of hunger as our others. He pushes up so he is on top of me, his hair lightly falling over his eyes. I curiously watch him as I try to gauge what he wants, what he needs from me. He looks deeply into my eyes, "Can I mark you?"

My breath hitches at his words. We were going to tell my dad today when he gets home. Meaning I can mark him, we can be together interlinked, "Yes." My voice is a whisper of longing. The idea of him marking me makes my stomach erupt in butterflies. This is it, things are starting to become more real, we're moving on in our relationship and there will be no more secrets. All I can hope is that the pack will accept us.

He sits on my lap, pulling up my shirt. Alexander takes a moment looking at my chest, his eyes are wide and longing. My cock starts to harden beneath him, making him gasp. He chuckles lightly as he kisses down my neck to my shoulder. Placing a soft kiss he asks, "Are you sure?"

"Alexander I've never been as sure of anything in my life." I can feel him smile against my skin, relishing in what we're about to do. His fangs slide out caressing my skin. They don't feel too sharp against me, kind of like having the point of a needle graze your skin, not enough to leave a mark but can puncture when pushed deeper. His teeth push in, embedding into my skin. A feeling of euphoria washes over me, it's a different feeling than when he sucked my blood, this instead feels like a bond being intertwined. It's almost as if I can feel our souls merging together– becoming one.

Retracting his teeth he licks the wound clean. The carved indent will always leave a scar, people will know we're mated they'll know he's mine. I can feel my eyes shift to wolf form, my bright eyes staring at him. He gasps, panting slightly, "Bite me, mark me. Let the world know you're mine and I'm yours". His voice, hoarse, strained against his longing for more. Flipping him over I push his legs wide open, he cradles them against my thighs. Our erections are strained against our trousers but both of us don't make a move to take them off.

Leaning down to his neck I let my wolfish thangs slide out, he's never seen them like this before so I let him take them in a second. When he nodded that he's ready I made an indentation. Forever marking him as mine. My wolf cries out to me mate, mine, mate relishing that we've finally got him. The same thrill from being marked by Alexander washes over me, euphoria at its finest, existential bliss.

Everything in this moment feels tranquil, I can taste a slight metal of blood making me moan over him. He must feel as good as me from the small whimpers under my touch. Pulling away I lap up his blood. Alexander's eyes flutter, he looks completely at peace and it turns me on even more knowing I did it.

Alexander's hands move to my trousers, he starts to undo them and pull them down. His hand slides down my pants, feeling my hard cock. I kiss him deeply, enjoying feeling every bit of him I can. Moving his hand away from my dick, I lean over him smirking. He moans trying to move his hands back where they were, "Not yet, it's your turn."

Moving down his torso I kiss the lining of his pants. Pulling them down I unleash his erect cock. There's a bead of precum on the tip that I lick off tauntingly before taking him in my mouth. Once I've fully taken his dick in my mouth Alex runs his fingers through my hair, tightening and fisting the strands. Suddenly my bedroom door bashes open. I release Alexander's dick as quickly as I can. Covering us over with the duvet.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" Dad shouts, his commanding Alpha tone makes me shiver. Rapidly I try to pull my trousers back up.

Getting out of bed I go up to him, "Alexander is my mate."

Dad's expression contorts into something I can't decipher, "Downstairs. Both of you, NOW!"

With that he storms out the room, thundering down the stairs. Looking over at Alexander I can feel how worried he is, this is a new feeling, sensing– physically sensing his emotions, it must be because of the mark.

"Jason I–."

I cut him off though, "Get dressed." He must sense the urgency in my voice because he does just that, standing next to me I hold his hand in mine squeezing it tightly, "We was going to tell him today one way or another, not the way I wanted but I'm sure he'll calm down."

"Maybe he's not too mad? He's probably just shocked," Alexander tries to reason looking deeply in my eyes. His mouth is pulled slightly awkwardly like he doesn't quite believe his own words.

"I hope so, let's go see what he has to say," I kiss him once on the lips, lingering a few more seconds than I probably should. Pulling away I smile at Alexander, I love him and that's the most important thing. If my dad can't see that then that's his problem. Keeping a tight grasp on Alexander's hand we head downstairs.