Ellipsis

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

“Do it, please.” Allen whimpered under him. His eyes were pleading and searching against him. And it was enough reason to let go of his reservations. Allen might not remember him now, but maybe after he marks him, Allen will eventually come around and remember him and their bond.
He claimed Allen’s lips once more and with greater fervor than ever before. This is his chance to prove to his mate, to make him feel how much he does love him.

From cupping Allen’s face, he snaked his arms around Allen then carried him to the shallow part of the stream and placed him on the frosted rocks. Between deep, hushed breaths, he admired Allen’s beauty. He knew how Allen was a little bit shy when the latter looked down while his eyes adored every bit of his mate’s body. Using his right hand, he lifted Allen’s face and met his eyes.
“You’re beautiful.” He uttered and did not give Allen a time to reply when he claimed his mate’s lips again. He made up his mind. He is going to mark Allen, right here, right now.

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Kendrick’s lips took mine once again and it was the best feeling I ever felt. His arms around me pulled me even closer to him. His warmth reverberated throughout my body. It made me feel safe.

And suddenly, he stopped kissing me and looked me in the eyes, his nose was still on the same brushing distance.

“Touch me.” He said huskily then took another smack on my lips.

His hands parted my legs, granting him more access closer to me. Then he took my hand and put it on his chest. “Touch me, Allen.” He said.

The feel of his skin against my fingers made a familiar tingling sensation. Despite the dusk dawning on us, I could still see him clearly. I traced my fingers on the black tattoos on his chest. And somehow, I’m a little irritated with the black marks staining his skin. I run my fingers around those markings and I could hear his breathing get even deeper and strained. And if I heard him correctly, I think I heard him growl.

He then took both of my hands and directed them on his manhood. I gasped at the touch of it. And there it was again, the growl he made a moment ago.

“Touch me, Allen.” He said as he took my lips once again. His hands guided mine in stroking his shaft up and down. It was warm and pulsating – huge by my standards.

To my surprise, he touched mine too. And the feeling of his palms around my manhood felt so good. And any moment now and I’m going to burst. But before I could reach the peak, he stopped stroking me and run his fingers on my groin and in my thighs.

He then laid me on the rock bed and lifted my legs and wrapped it around him. While I wrapped my hands on his neck for support. He kissed me deep for a moment, before licking my lips and moved down my neck and chest. There he found my tiny nipples. And the touch of his warm tongue on those tiny beads made me arched my back and I could not help but let out a huge moan while catching my breath. And his fingers found that hole beneath me. It was euphoric having his tongue on my nipples while his fingers were rimming me. I could not even count how many moans I let out.

I gasped as he inserted one finger. He looked at me and claimed my lips once again. I could feel his pulsating manhood against my legs while his fingers moved their way down there.

“I’m going to mark you mine, Allen.” And he didn’t give me a chance to answer when he claimed my lips once more and positioned himself in between my legs. And his palpable erection was poking that hole down there.

He’s given special attention on my neck as he slowly entered me. The sharp pain of being entered for the first time has receded in moments after he moved in a soft rhythm. Our breaths were in sync as he pounded on me. I was moaning and he was growling.

The full sensation behind me has caused my manhood to pulsate even more. He pushed even harder and pulled away in longer strokes than he did a moment ago. His weight was over me as we continuously dance to the rhythm of ecstasy. I could feel myself drowning in the music of our hushed breaths, and deep moans, drenched in the dampness of our mixed sweats. The cold air around us dissipates as it touches our skin.

As Kendrick moved faster, I could not help myself from grabbing his hair and let out a huge moan. I was surprised that it came out like a growl. I was even more surprised when I heard him growl as well. It was deep and animalistic.

And in a matter of seconds, I reached the threshold of pleasure unimaginable. I could feel myself closing on him, tightening around him as he pushed deeper as he, too, reached the climax. I arched my back so hard while holding my breath, immersed in the state of euphoric pleasure. Just as I uttered his name, I heard him growl and I felt a sharp pain at the base of my right neck and it connected to every bit of myself, to my chest down to the very tips of my limbs.

And as the pain reached my head, fragments of images flashed before my eyes. A white wolf, a brown one, a lake, a huge mansion, a Victorian house, a man whose back is on me, in a bike, two old men, a beautiful lady and Kendrick with eyes full of hate and horror, uttering something.

Our hushed breaths became even by the second as we subsided from the heat of that ecstasy. And behind him, up the skies, the moon shined so bright.

And I could hear him kissing my neck. “You are mine, Allen.”

I smiled – almost, after hearing him said that. It was all surreal and I might have been too caught by his charms. But I cannot also deny the fact how gentle and tender he was earlier. I feel like it was what it should be. But the images I saw just now, seemed so disturbing. What was Kendrick trying to say? Why did his eyes give a repulsive look? It was unnerving. I could not imagine, a gentle guy like Kendrick could give such a look? The Kendrick who smiles at me every day. The Kendrick who takes me to work every day with his bike. And the Kendrick who is now looking at me with such loving eyes.

He lifted his right hand to cup my face and instantly I felt the heat. He smiled. “You are amazing, Allen.”

I looked down, but it was a mistake because I forgot that he was still naked – that we are still naked and I could see his manhood still throbbing. So I looked up once again and met his eyes. I smiled, timidly.

He chuckled upon realizing what I did. He did not utter another word, instead, he claimed my lips once more.
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“I wonder.” The seer murmured to herself as she looked away from afar then went back on grinding some seeds for her decoctions.

She has seen a rift in her spell. Allen’s resolve is fading. It does mean that he is slowly accepting Kendrick once more. But the thread was not completely wind down yet. Kendrick still has a lot of things to do.

She rolled her eyes. “Why can’t they provide me even with just a grinder? No wonder why the old me died early – she was clearly overworked!” She complained.

All of a sudden, she stiffened. And the mortar and pestle she was holding fell from her grasp and shattered as it hit the floor.

She was hyperventilating. And by the second, she was becoming listless. She rushed out of her hut running barefoot towards the manor, not minding that she stepped on the shard and her right foot was bleeding. She needs to see the Alpha for a great catastrophe is imminent.

|End of Chapter 17