The Heat

12

damian's pov

I couldn't put into words how I now felt. This was the most amazing thing, and I prayed she was feeling this too.

After I'd marked her, I could feel her also wanting this to go further right now. Being able to feel what she was feeling only excited me more in the moment, maybe a bit too much since I was beginning to get hard.

There were so many reasons why I had needed to mark her now - one being the conversation I had with Jason this morning - but above all was the craving I felt towards her.

My wolf couldn't be happier, and was ordering me to just mate with her now. I knew though, that it wasn't something she was ready for even if she did feel turned on as well.

We had situated ourselves on a couch in the lounge of my cabin. The cabin I had had built for me and for me only, for times when I just needed a moment to myself.

She was straddling my lap, hands running in the most fucking heavenly way through my hair while my hands on her hips pulled them down to create any sort of relief for my dick.

You could read however many scientific articles on how strong the mate-bond was between mates, but it came nowhere near the actual feeling, especially now that I had marked her. I never wanted this feeling to go away.

She pulled back from our kiss, leaving both of us to just stare at each other in awe.

"Do you feel it?" I was the first to break the silence, her curious eyes studying mine. Her eyes were so seductive without her even knowing it, and it was driving me wild.

"Yes".

Suddenly, she felt pain.

"I need to use the restroom," her eyes diverted from mine and she climbed off my lap, almost too fast in getting away from me.

My brows furrowed, feeling how conflicted and disappointed in herself she suddenly felt. She wasn't going to cry, was she?

"Down that hallway and to the left," I murmured, nodding towards a dim hallway to my right.

Still avoiding my gaze, she walked off, almost rushing to reach the bathroom.

I groaned to myself, pinching the bridge of my nose as I let myself fall back to rest against the backrest of the couch. I didn't want her regretting this. We were mates, we'd have ended up doing this either way.

The longer it had taken, the more shitty both of us would have felt. I've felt it for years, and wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Earlier today, before breakfast, Jason had told me about Sofia's pack's plans to get her back in an ambush before I had had the chance to mark her.

They believed she would never let me mark her, and so thought they would be able to snatch her back where they thought she belonged.

Without the marking, her leaving me would be painful - extremely so, for the both of us - but now with the mark, it would result in depression and death through it.

We had no idea when their pack would try to get her back, so Jason had been very insistent on trying to have me mark her as soon as possible. I didn't appreciate him getting mixed up with her and I, and definitely didn't appreciate him being so flirty with her.

I could feel the anxiety and pain she was feeling stronger now, and decided to go see what was happening.

"Sofia?" I called, knocking on the bathroom door.

"I'll be out in a minute, could you get me a glass of water?" Her voice was soft, frail almost, and way too quiet.

I tried the door handle but it was locked.

"Open the door," I told her, lowering my voice closer to the Alpha tone, having realised it had a certain affect on her; getting her to comply with my orders.

I heard a bit of shuffling until the lock clicked open and the door slowly opened. She looked like a damn vision and took my breath away, even though I'd seen her just a minute ago.

I could feel how her heart rate increased, and she could surely feel how mine did as well.

Her eyes were just a hint red, and I knew she'd been close to crying. I didn't want to make her feel any worse, so I decided not to bring it up.

"Let's watch a movie," I decided on short notice, unable to stop staring at her like some creepy old man.

The way she looked in my clothes only made my possessive Alpha side feel even more turned on, but I tried hard to bring my thoughts away from it.

"A movie?" She was confused.

"Yes. Come," I was reaching for her hand, but she dodged it.

"You could ask me if I want to watch a movie with you, Damian. It's more polite than just telling me..." she shrugged a little, glancing down at her bare feet.

I couldn't stop admiring the mark on her neck either, finding it adding to her beauty even more. My whole body reacted to her, even when she wasn't physically touching me.

I was quiet for a moment, going by her request. "Do you want to watch a movie with me?"

"Okay".

With that, I carefully led her back into the lounge and sat her down onto the couch. I turned on the flatscreen on the wall and told her to pick a movie while I went to get her that glass of water.

Once I returned, she thanked me and I almost groaned aloud when I realised she had chosen to watch Titanic.

That shit was three hours of boredom.

"Hey, that's rude. It's my favourite," she suddenly spoke up after I'd sat down next to her. Had she just—?

"You're thinking too loud..." she then blushed and directed her attention back to the screen. Damn.

Wait, I could hear her thoughts too? Maybe not every single one, but maybe the loudest ones? Were there even loud thoughts? I felt like I was going crazy.

The movie began playing and I still hadn't spoken, too busy staring at her in astonishment.

"Didn't you know this is also something that happens when you've marked your mate?" She asked after a few minutes, eyes not leaving the movie.

"No," I replied, not knowing how to feel about it. I would die if she'd hear my thoughts about her, still interested in knowing what she thought of me...

Shut up and watch the movie

Came her reply and I found myself quietly chuckling.

Without thinking about it much and just going with what felt right, I moved my arm over her shoulders. I let it rest there, extremely pleased with myself when she didn't feel too uncomfortable about it.

"I need to go to see your pack doctor, Damian," she spoke further into the movie.

"Why? Are you okay?" I was so confused by her, yet again. She was good at covering up whatever she was thinking.

"Yeah... I am... I just- I was thinking if I went to get the pill from her..." Sofia fiddled with her fingers, still not meeting my eye. She had finished the water and now had her knees pulled up to her chest.

It took me a moment to realise exactly what she meant by getting the pill.

I didn't want to push this, knowing it would make her uncomfortable and risk the chance of us mating in the very near future.

"Okay, I'll take you".

I was definitely excited, now gaining more and more from her.

Was I getting too ahead of myself when thinking she didn't hate me anymore? Maybe, but I would only come to find it out later.