Shadows of the marked

8 » sleep on the couch

 
I wake up to my body being picked up from the couch. I had put Liam to bed hours ago, and I tried to keep myself awake by staying in the living room. Yet- Calvin some how managed to keep what ever he is hiding from me, from me. He knew I would eventually fall asleep, and I'm almost positive he was waiting and hoping that I would forget.

      Tiredly, I rest my head against Calvin's shoulder and inhale deeply. He's already showered, and he's missing all his clothing except for a thin pair of boxers. My mind aimlessly wanders as he carries me to our bedroom, where he assumes he's going to be sleeping.

My back hits the mattress, and I look up at Calvin. His hair is weighed down by water, and I'm not going to lie- he is so breathtaking. "Go back to sleep," he whispers, dipping his head down to mine and leaving a gentle kiss on my lips. His kiss is too light. Almost as if it didn't even happen. He knows he's in trouble.

I intertwine my fingers in his hair, and tug his lips back to mine. He chuckles, blowing out a heavy breath that smells like toothpaste, and kisses me again. Calvin leaves butterfly kisses all over my face, and I quietly wrap my legs around his waist so he can't leave me.

He growls once my smell hits him, and I giggle. "What? I had a good dream." I kiss his forehead and sigh. Calvin kisses my cheek and I gently guide his face to the crook of my neck.

"You smell delightful, little wolf." He mumbles, kissing my mark. I crane my neck and my breathing hitches. His little kisses are enough to have my peak.

His nose runs over my skin, leaving goose bumps along my arms. I shut my eyes and guide his head lower. "Have a taste, if you'd like to, Alpha." My hands tremble as his lips touch my stomach. The warmth spreads through me, and the need for Calvin is worse than ever. I had no intention of this.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth as Calvin tugs my shorts from my lower half. His eyes flicker from mine, to my lace underwear, and the back at me. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he kisses my overly responsive bud through the thin fabric, and traces his tongue over it. I shiver in delight, because he's so good at what he does.

I try my best not to throw my head back, because I want to watch him. Cal nips at my thigh, and shuts his eyes- focusing all his senses on my sex drive for him.

His eyes open and meet mine, and they're pitch black. Suddenly, I go frozen. Calvin is rough, but Rak- he's excruciating. I chew on my cheek and can't tell him no as he tugs the thin fabric from my body, exposing me to the cool air and his hot breath right on my wetness.

He chuckles at my reaction and kisses just below my belly button. I never intended on sleeping with Cal tonight, but right now that's where it's headed. In all honesty- I don't mind it either.

Calvin tugs my legs over each of his shoulders, and mumbles something in Italian that I couldn't quite understand.  My body is begging for his touch, anticipating what he is about to do.

Unable to wait any longer, I grab his head and push his mouth down onto me. A growl rumbles from his chest from my controlling action, but Calvin doesn't hesitate to let his tongue do what it wants to.

A loud moan of pleasure passes my lips, and I quickly cover my mouth because I don't want to wake the baby up. Cal chuckles, his eyes flicker to mine as he eats me.

I bite down on my palm, silencing my moans as Calvin's canines nip at my swollen clït. All I can feel is immense pleasure, and I throw my head back as I get closer to my high.

My breathing turns to pants as I try to keep myself from going over the edge too soon. Tugging at his hair, I push him harder against my sex. The roughness of his growing beard rubs against my legs- and although it hurts, it's the best feeling in the world.

It doesn't take long before I bite down on my lower lip and tug at the ends of his hair, coming undone around him. My eyes shut as I live out my high and trying my best to come back down to reality.

Cal makes his way back up my body and grins. He dips his head down and kisses me gently before pulling away and looking me over. I can taste myself now- as I stare up at him.

His mouth finds its way to my cheek, then below my ear, and eventually back to my neck. The kisses are slow, and I can physically feel how worked up he is over our sexual encounter.

My hands slide down to Calvin's waistline, and he groans when I manage to slip my fingers inside and skim over his sensitive member. Slowly I wrap my fingers around it and feel the way he tenses from my grip.

Cal groans as I pump my hand over him a few times- before stopping completely. He lifts his head and looks at me directly with disappointment in his eyes. I almost feel bad.

"Why'd you stop?" He asks, his breathing is unsteady and his eyes are darker than the sky outside. It's almost terrifying- I mean it would be if it was my first time seeing him like this.

I raise an eyebrow. "Why don't you go ask your buddy Ben to help you out, since you like keeping things from me." Calvin's mouth gapes open, and he clenches his jaw as he hovers over me.

He glances towards the window and then back at me looking more than furious. "You're not serious." Calvin's muscles are tight, and the annoyance from my decision have him looking at me like he wants to kill me.

I look up at him and frown. "I am, Calvin." He chews on his bottom lip and then smiles out of anger.

"And I'm going to assume until I tell you, I'm not going to get anything?" His eyes flicker over my body and then back to my face.

I nod my head in agreement. "Unless you'd like to tell me now- and I can help you out with this.." I mumble, raining my hand over the erection in his pants.

Calvin pulls his lip between his teeth trying his best to keep control of himself. "Baby I can't tell you-" he sighs. "I want to, but I just can't yet. You have to believe me." He frowns.

I pout. "You can sleep on the couch or in the spare room or something. Turn out the light when you leave." I grumble.

Calvin's mouth falls open and he starts to argue, but instead he climbs off the bed and leaves with the flick of a light. I'm almost upset that he didn't even kiss me goodnight- but that will slide. There's more important things that he's keeping from me than a kiss.