Rogue (Lesbian Story)

Coming Home

Skylar's P.O.V.

My head, still throbbing, threatens to shut down completely. My wolf has been throwing impossible scenarios at me and I just want to shout, but that would be allowing my emotions victory over reason. I'm not entirely sure how long I've been sitting here, legs crossed, hands folded and emotions hidden. Hours? Days? The sun never set and the moon never rose, so my sense of time was off and I was inevitably lost within myself.

'Sleep. You've done great.'

Falling back with a victory shout, I let the blissful haziness take over and send me over the edge of darkness.

When I open my eyes, the forest that was my battle field is gone and replaced by the darkness of my mansion. I only know this because I can feel her gentle hands wrapped around me. I'm instantly intoxicated with her sweet scent that dances into my nostrils. Rolling over, I face her and smile. God how I've missed her. Even in the dark I can see her beauty perfectly.

She must of felt me staring because within a few minutes of my staring, her eyes flutter open and quickly lock onto mine. Realization washes over her, and before I can say anything, her lips are attached to mine, hungrily, no desperately asking for me.

Griping her hips, I finally kiss back and she instantly moans into me.

God how I've missed this.

Neither of us dare to break the kiss for the fear that we might both wake up and realize it was only a dream. My hands, snaking their way up her shirt, hungrily caress every inch of her, intoxicating me with only a touch.

Her moans of pleasure encourage me to continue and I don't disappoint. Lifting off her shirt, disconnecting our lips for only a second, I marvel at the body that I've missed for what seems like years. My wolf demands that I mark her and I want to so badly, but I know that I have to be patient with her. I want her to feel that I'm marking her because I am madly in love with her not because I haven't seen her in days. I want her to know that she is the very reason I breathe and that without her I'd be a lost cause.

Straddling me, she looks into my eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes dark and lust filled, and kisses me. The feeling of our lips touching alone, sends me to heaven. She begs for entrance, which I grant immediately. Her tongue, dancing with mine, fights for dominance. My hands that were once holding her hips, were now locked above my head, fighting to break free.

She growls into my mouth, letting me know that she's in control and I moan from her commanding growl. Her lips trail down my jaw, leaving a trail of electricity from every kiss.

Finally freeing my hands, she rips off my shirt and bra, discarding them somewhere in the room, and caress my body. Moans fill the room and even when I try to stifle them, she nibbles or bites me, commanding that I let the world hear that I belong to her.

For the rest of the night, she's in command and, even though my wolf wants domination, I dare not take that away from her. The way her lips pamper my body made my whole being weak; sending me to heaven and back then back again. I shattered beneath her, allowing her to see and have all of me. Even when I was done, I continued begging for more, never growing tired of the heat that flowed through my body because of her heavenly touch.

When she marked me, every cell within me burned with blissful heat, creating a whole new wave of moans calling out for my mate to continue. I was blinded by her love, hypnotized by her stark beauty.

The next morning, I lay awake in the warm arms of my mate.

Mine.

She is mine, from the day she escorted me to the conference meeting with her father until death, and even beyond that. She is undoubtedly a part of me and I'd be damned if anyone try and take her from me. The very thought causes a warning growl to grumble from within me, waking the sleeping goddess lying next to me.

Her eyes shoot open, ready for whatever danger she thinks is present. She holds on to me protectively, trying to protect me from an nonexistent intruder. Finally, when she realizes that there's no immediate danger, she relaxes but keeps a firm, loving grip on me.

"What's wrong babe?" She questions, kissing my forehead. Her lips send tiny, electric jolts throughout me, caressing my nerves.

"Nothing." Looking up, no longer blinded by the darkness, I finally notice the state she's in. Her eyes carry worry and fear while her face screams exhaustion. It's obvious that she's been worrying about or for me. She looks so fragile and my wolf whimpers from putting our mate through this pain.

"I'm sorry, love." Turning, I caress her cheek, looking into her wounded soul and see her slowly piece herself back together. Her eyes search mine, as if trying to ensure that I'm actually here.

"I'm not going anywhere, okay love?" Tears well up in her eyes, accepting that I'm no illusion from her broken heart. She engulfs me in a hug, threatening to never let go and I finally feel the weight of her pain. I finally feel how broken she was when she couldn't save me, and the guilt of letting me out of her sight for even the slightest second.

She sobs heavily, begging me to never leave her again as she clings on to me, like a child does it's mother.

I just let her cry out the pain and loneliness that dominated her emotions for the last ten days.

It was my fault. I should have left and looked for her but instead I listened to Peyton. I listened to another person instead of myself and now my mate has to suffer.

Her pain weights down on me like the world itself had crashed into me, and I promised myself that I will never allow my mate to feel this pain, especially from me.

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So this is my first attempt at anything sexual in my writing so, how'd it go? I know I didn't add any completely explicit scenes but hey, it's a start. Anywhos, please let me know what you think!

Votes and Comments are welcome!!

See ya later,

<3333 Kenzie