Royally Rogue

Mark Me

Arabella
(spicy chapter ahead)

We had our dessert, and then quickly got ready for bed. There were, conveniently, two sinks in the bathroom, where both of us were able to brush our teeth.

It was agonizing silence. The events of only minutes before played over and over in my brain.

He was on top of me, groping my body and making animalistic moans. I, digging my nails into his skin as I felt his hot breath on my neck.

The fuzzy, warm, tingly feelings he gave me that I had never experience before. The way he devoured my body without permission, yet always seemed to make sure I was in pleasure.

Naturally, that was my first experience, and so I have no way of knowing if it was normal to move so quickly. I mean, he had almost marked me and I was about to let it happen.

It's true that we have waited waaaay longer than most mates to complete the mating ritual,  but we had our reasons.

I had my reasons... reasons which were quickly fading and being replaced by lust.

I chocked, coughing up toothpaste into the sink. I was so distracted that I had just jammed the toothbrush into the back of my throat.

"Are you okay?!" Xander was by my side immediately as I hacked up all the toothpaste and struggled to breathe. I couldn't ignore his hot hand as if press on my upper back, as if it's presence would help me stop coughing.

I gasped one last time, slamming the counter with my toothbrush in hand and nodding to signal I was fine.

Still, heat radiated from my mates body as he leaned down to make eye contact with me. "Is there a reason why you chocking broke the silence?"

I looked up in disbelief at his tone. I literally could've just died and he was worried about the silence?!

"You could've spoken up." I retorted, looking at him from the side as I brought a nearby towel up to wipe my clearly annoyed face.

"True," I heard Xander sigh, stepping back and taking his warmth with him. I shivered, feeling empty. Something inside me ached that he was backing away, wanting him to come back and touch me.

I straightened out, folding the towel and setting it down on the counter. I looked over, my voice catching in my throat as I looked at the picture of beauty before me. Xander was leaning against the counter, arms folded and he'd tilted slightly to the side as he studied me. His jaw was tense, eyes swirling with a caramel color. His thick eyebrows were knotted together as the gears turned in his head. I finally found my voice after getting lost in watching him."I need to change into my pajamas."

He parted his perfect lips, pouting. "But I like how you smell in these."

I blinked several times, pushing off the counter in embarrassment. I walked past him, heading towards the bedroom that was connected to the bathroom. I knew what he meant by 'smell'. He meant my arousal that had built up only minutes before. But I put on my clueless act, shaking my head, determined that I not get distracted. I heard his feet padding against the wooden floors as he followed me."I'll smell the exact same in other clothing."

"Will you at least change in front of me?" Xander's husky voice said closely behind me, and I gasped. I quickly turned to see him right on my heels, backing me up towards the dresser that I had been heading for.

He had pounced on me, as if stalking his prey with deadly stealth.

"N-no, of c-course not." I stammered, looking back for a second as I stepped backwards and approached the large wooden dresser. I was seriously hoping there were clothes in there, cause I honestly had no clue where he put all the stuff we bought.