Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 19 Unknowingly Marked

Lucifer Argent's P.O.V.

Her delicate fingers traced patterns across my chest and abdomen, sending a shiver of pleasure through me that I couldn't suppress. A low purr of delight rumbled in my chest, surprising me with its intensity.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, a blend of warmth and sweetness that ignited something primal within me. The tender flesh beneath my lips beckoned, and I found myself scraping my teeth over it, my canines aching with the urge to claim her. Without hesitation, I sunk them into the soft skin, marking her as mine. A loud moan escaped her lips, her body trembling beneath me as she arched her back, pressing closer to me.

As I retracted my canines, I licked the spot where I had bitten her, watching as her skin healed instantly. In its place, a small, curved script formed, spelling out my name—Lucifer. The sight of it filled me with a surge of pride and satisfaction that was both overwhelming and oddly comforting. She was mine, undeniably, unmistakably mine.

Her legs slowly unwrapped from around me, her eyelids drooping as exhaustion took over. She fell back into sleep the moment I released her, her breathing evening out into a peaceful rhythm. As control returned to me, I felt a strange sense of relief, but also confusion.

She's all ours, the voice inside me growled possessively, its tone laced with satisfaction.

But as the haze of desire faded, confusion clouded my thoughts. What had I just done? The intensity of the moment was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and I couldn't fully comprehend the situation. A thousand questions swirled in my mind, but I knew I wouldn't find answers tonight. Tomorrow, I would ask her—tomorrow, I would try to make sense of this.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I pulled the blankets over us, the warmth of her body against mine grounding me in the present. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling her scent once more, letting it calm the storm inside me. Gradually, the tension in my muscles eased, and I allowed myself to drift into sleep, holding her close as if she were the anchor to a part of me I was just beginning to understand.

Valentine Winters P.O.V

I woke up, wrapped in his arms, his steady breath warming the back of my neck. The intimacy of our position made my heart race, and I carefully disentangled myself from a still-sleeping Lucifer, slipping out of bed without waking him. My feet carried me to the bathroom, where I shut the door behind me and turned on the light.

The sight in the mirror stopped me cold. My eyes widened in outrage as I stared at the fresh mark on my neck. I touched the spot where my neck and shoulders met, tracing the words Lucifer etched into my skin. My breath caught in my throat as the realization hit me—I had been marked. Marked for all eternity.

My wolf had taken over. But why? My mind raced with questions, none of which had answers. How could this have happened? Did Lucifer even know what he had done?

A knock on the bathroom door broke through my spiraling thoughts. "Come out, I need to ask you something." his voice commanded, deep and serious.

I glanced down, noticing I was still wearing his shirt. It hung loosely on my frame, the hem brushing the tops of my thighs. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet there was nothing I could do to change that now. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped out, closing it slowly behind me.

"Yes?" I asked, my eyes meeting his. He stood there, half-naked, his beautiful blue eyes searching mine for answers.

"Why did I... well... bite you?" he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

I swallowed hard. "Y-you m-marked m-me," I stammered, my voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.

"Explain." he demanded; his tone sharp.

"You m-marked m-me as y-yours." I repeated, feeling the weight of the words as they left my lips.

His expression darkened as the implications of what I had said sank in. "Any negative repercussions on me?" he asked, his tone cold.

I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. "Y-you won't be able to have s-sexual i-intercourse w-with others." I finally admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

His reaction was immediate—his jaw clenched, his fists tightened, and I could see the fury building in his eyes. "That imbecile voice." he muttered under his breath, pacing the room as I stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

"How can I undo this?" he demanded, his frustration spilling over.

My heart sank. Of course, he regretted it. I had known he would. "What's done cannot be undone." I replied, frowning at the floor.

He groaned, collapsing onto the bed, running his hands through his dark hair in frustration. "You're to be blamed." he accused, pointing a finger at me.

"Me?" I asked incredulously, the unfairness of his accusation stinging.

"If you hadn't done things to me, I wouldn't have done that." he shot back, his voice laced with anger.

"My wolf got out." I tried to explain, my voice rising with desperation.

"Control," he stated flatly.

"So should've you." I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

"What was that?" he demanded, his eyes narrowing.

"Nothing." I said quickly, regretting my outburst.

His expression darkened further. "Something always goes wrong whenever I'm kind to you. We are a mistake." he said, the finality in his tone cutting deep.

I couldn't understand him—one moment he was soft, the next he was cruel. He was a storm I couldn't predict.

"You do know that, right?" he pressed, rising from the bed and advancing toward me with a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down my spine.

"W-what?" I stuttered, backing away until my back hit the wall. My heart pounded as he closed the distance between us, his presence overwhelming.

He stopped just inches from me, leaning in until our faces were nearly touching. The intensity in his gaze made it impossible to look away.

"You know that-" he murmured, his lips brushing the side of mine. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through my entire body.

"We're," he continued, kissing the other side of my lips, the softness of his touch a stark contrast to the harshness of his words.

"A," he tugged on my bottom lip with his teeth, making my breath hitch.

"Big," he repeated, his voice a whisper as he licked and sucked on my bottom lip, leaving me trembling.

"Mistake." he finished, his words echoing in my mind as he pulled away, leaving me cold in the absence of his warmth.

I opened my eyes, dazed, to see him smirking down at me, his expression unreadable. Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, my heart in pieces.