Song: suicide by Isaac Dunbar
Words: 2573
Published: July 13th, 2020
Third Person POV
Rayna was the first one awake the next morning. She studies Harley, slowly remembering everything that happened last night. Once she sees the mark on his neck, the Mark of the Queen, she smiles. She blushes deeply when she remembers what her wolf had her do, but she brushes it off.
She gives Harley a kiss on the forehead, making him smile in his sleep. She gets out of bed and walks into the bathroom. She does her business, strips, ties her hair up, and steps into the shower. After cleaning herself. She steps out to realize she didn't bring any clean clothes to change into. She huffs.
Harley's still asleep. It should be fine.
She wraps a towel around herself to be safe and opens the bathroom door. She walks into the bedroom to see Harley awake, sitting on the side of the bed and rubbing his neck. She goes bright red and walks past him and around the bed.
"Good morning," he greets, his eyes following her. "What happened last night?"
She pauses. That's right . . . She didn't remember being marked, so neither does he.
"What do you remember?" she asks, holding the towel tightly around her.
"Everyone had supper together, Keane and Naomi are mates, and then . . . we started drinking," he tells her.
"Yeah. Uhm . . . We played truth or dare, and I was dared to mark you," Rayna reminds him. "You gave me permission, so I did."
His eyes widen, and his hand rubs the mark again.
Rayna scurries into the closet and gets dressed. She puts on a tank top, sports bra, underwear, and kinda short shorts. It's warm out, and she likes this outfit. When she's done, Harley is in the bathroom. She walks closer, and he's checking out the mark.
She hugs him from the side, and he smiles down at her. Then, she reaches up and touches the mark.
Harley sucks in a breath and grips the bathroom counter. "Mhm," he hums, his eyes closing. Rayna quickly pulls her hand away.
"S- Sorry," she stutters.
"It's okay," Harley whispers, catching his breath.
Suddenly, Rayna remembers what he said when they were walking up the stairs last night. "I can't wait until we can mate."
Blushing, she turns to walk out of the bathroom and away from Harley. He growls, pulling her back into his chest.
"Mine," he growls. She shivers and gets that weird feeling in her core.
She gets an approaching possessive and needy feeling, which she realizes are Harley's emotions. She has to be careful about this, because if his feelings become hers, things might get intimate, and she doesn't think she's just quite ready for that yet. He doesn't know everything . . .
She picks up another feeling from Harley.
Horny.
'Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope."
She turns even redder. That's that odd feeling she keeps getting.
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