Forever (Book 1) (Editing)

Chapter Thirty One

I was euphoric, in complete and utter heaven. My entire being was swimming in complete happiness. My hormones were going crazy, bouncing all over the place. My wolf was purring with the satisfaction of claiming what was rightfully his. He was ecstatic to finally know the taste of our mate, to finally be able to sink his teeth into her warm skin. We were in paradise the moment her taste flooded our mouth, the moment the sweet nectar of her body was consumed into our own. Her blood was better than anything I'd ever tasted before. It had knocked me breathless. It had knocked me clean out of my element. It was nothing like I’d expected, not even close. It was ten times better than how I’d imagined it to feel. It was like all the kinks within my life had finally fallen into place. I wanted more. I wanted her taste to be the last thing that ever filled my mouth.

I could feel her wrapped within the tight hold of my arms. I knew I was nearly crushing her but I couldn’t bring myself to let her go with even the smallest fraction. I couldn’t bring myself to separate us by even the tiniest of gaps. I felt like my whole world was complete. The moment I marked her as my own couldn’t have been better. She was my everything, the only thing in life I would ever be willing to die to protect. She was mine. Finally she was all mine, and any wolf who came near her would know it. Hell every person in this town would know it. There was no possible way that I’d keep it to myself now. There was no way that I would pretend that she and I were only friends. I hoped she had realised that. I hoped that she’d accepted that.

The decision she had just made was one of pure insanity. I knew that. Not nearly enough time had gone by to think it all the way through. Yet when she’d met my eyes and told me that she was sure she wanted this I could read the truth in them. When she’d breathlessly told me she was positive I could hear the truth in it. Whether she’d thought this completely through or not didn’t matter at that point. I knew in the end her decision would still be the same. She’d accepted what fate had set before us. She’d begun to accept what she couldn’t fight anymore, what would never change. No matter what the future held she’d know from now on that she would always have me. I was as much hers as she was mine.

I inhaled her scent through my nose, the strawberry vanilla magical delight of her and could already catch the underlay of my wolf. It pleased me immensely that I could smell myself through her blood. The growl bubbled up in my throat and escaped before I could even think to cap it. I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea over it. I was afraid she’d think I was angered for some reason. I almost panicked thinking that she would be furious now that it was over, that she would hate me for marking her in the moment that had been presented.

She didn’t of course. Instead she buried her face into my own neck smelling me and leaving me to feel the soft rushes of her breath on my neck. I could feel her trembling slightly as she kissed my neck softly and then mimicked my own actions running her tongue along the pulse in my neck. It was an act done with affection and my wolf was glorifying at the acceptance. She couldn’t possibly know that this was how mates behaved, that this was something wolves did as an intimate gesture of how deep their feelings were for their mates. Every time I breathed her in my heart would swell with more love than the last time. Of course I was driven by my wolf and I had accepted her as my mate the moment I first saw her. She wasn’t like me though. There was no wolf inside of her to push this. The fact that she had smelt me in itself was odd.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like it. I loved it. I loved that she was breathing me in. It was a cherishable thing for her to do. I just didn’t understand why she was doing it. I couldn’t figure out what had possessed her to feel the need to do such a thing. She already knew my scent but she’d never done such a thing before. It was almost like she felt the need to do it, like it was natural and not something done out of curiosity. A moan slipped from between her lips telling me instantly that she found some sort of pleasure with the action. I could tell that she was holding her eyes closed. As much as I was enjoying this moment something within her was as well. She was storing it into her memory, making sure that every little detail was locked into a safe place, a place where she could enjoy the memories of this moment for as long as she pleased.