Cindy’s POV
Two weeks later, we talked that day about my second chance in life and whether there would be a full moon in a few days. The palace has a library, and I spend my time there. I found out that I was going to suffer unbearable pain after that full moon because of the heat that I was going to experience. It was because I had not allowed Alder to mate with me when he had already marked me.
I’ve read that because he marked me, my wolf is going to transform into a Lycan, too. Charles had marked Mia, but she was human and would only have her Lycan on the full moon as well. But because they already mated, she won’t be able to experience the heat. I am really scared because, based on what I have read, I am going to feel this pain, and it will only disappear if Alder and I mate.
I didn’t want that to happen. I remember him telling me that I was going to mark him when he became more intimate, and he would have no choice but to do that, and I understand it now. It was not because of the sensual feeling, but because my Lycan would want to claim her mate and fight with me for that to happen. Things are complicated when I am one of them. Being human was less complicated because I could tell anyone that I didn’t like or want him, even if I did. I will only need to hide my emotions.
But being a Lycan or a wolf prevented me from doing that. Alder was able to hear my heartbeat and smell my arousal. He was able to feel my emotions, and even if I tried to hide them from him, it was pointless. It was very hard doing it when Masha was so into him and kept on showing him and Ares, his Lycan, and ourselves. “As usual, you’re here,” Alder said behind me; I didn’t notice him coming. I must have been too engrossed with the book that I was reading.
“Why are you here?” I asked and did not bother looking at him.
“You know that I always wanted to be with you, so it was natural that I was going to look for you when I was no longer busy.”
“I wanted to be alone,” I told him and continued reading. The book was about how Alder’s family became royals. They were very noble and had helped the Lycans and werewolves over the years. And even if I admire him for being a decent king, I’m still not going to accept him or try and make things hard for him at least.
“You know that is not going to happen.” He said right to my ears and gave it a very light bite as his hands were on my shoulders after he lowered his head to mine. I got goosebumps, and tilting my head a little to give us a little space was wrong because his lips landed on my neck where his mark was.
I had to control myself so he wouldn’t be able to smell my arousal, even if I knew that it was useless. “I can smell you, my love, don’t fight it anymore.”
“You wish! I still hate you, so don’t ever forget that.” I hissed exactly when my eyes closed as he nipped at his mark. He started to l*** it, and my body had no choice but to have engulfed myself in the se**** desire I was feeling because of him.
“You can hate me all you want, my love. I’m all yours; no matter what, you’re mine.” He said and started kissing me on my neck until our lips met. He tasted and savored every moment that I was responding to his kisses. I know I am crazy. I kept on saying that I hated him, but the more I said that the more I wanted him.
We were now facing each other and sitting at the table while his hands unbuttoned my blouse. My arms were around his neck, pulling him closer so our mouths wouldn’t leave each other’s.
I felt the cold and realized that my b***** was totally exposed to him. I want my hard buds in his mouth and let his tongue play on them. Which he actually did after his mouth left mine. “Ohhh…. Aldeeeer….” Yes, I moaned shamelessly.
The euphoric feeling consumed me, and I wanted him more than before. “Tell me that you wanted me, my love.” He said, so I did like an obedient child to his parents. Then I felt his hand rubbing my thighs and traveling under my skirt all the way to my femininity. The fabric that separates his hand from my total happiness is not doing its job because I felt his fingers brush my folds.
Then he did it. He slid my panties sideways, inserted a finger in my core, and s**k in one of my n*****s. Fu** Aldeeer….” I moaned and pulled his head closer to my b****t. I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing, and I thought I was going to die if he did.
“I’m going to cum,” I said, and I felt him look at me, so I looked at him too.
“Mark me, my love.” He said he’s not just saying it. I could feel that he was pleading. But no, I didn’t want to mark him. I had to leave the palace and go back to L. A.; that’s what I had been thinking for the past weeks.
“No, I don’t want to,” I replied, seeing his face darken.
“Alright, if you don’t want to, then I am going to do that.” He replied and got worried that he would leave me, just like he did when we were in Canada.
I felt his finger coming out of me really fast while he was su***** on my neck, right on his mark. It felt so good, and I felt something building up between my thighs, and I knew he knew it.
Then, just as I thought, he stopped. We stared at each other, and I knew he saw how mad I was at him. Then I felt different, it was not like the one in the pack’s villa. I don’t think what I am feeling right now will subside after a few minutes because I feel my body burning.
“What did you do?” I asked worriedly, and he smirked at me.
“So you will remember to do as I say,” he replied, moving a little away. I should be feeling cold now that we are separated from each other’s arms, but why am I still feeling so much wanton?
I got up from the table and fixed myself, “I am never going to mark you.” I said before I left him. I didn’t feel good, and I had to be alone. If I had stayed with him a little longer, I might have given in to him, and I didn’t want that. I rushed back to our bedroom and locked it after I got in. Then, I went to the bathroom and filled the tub with cold water. Fu** what am I going to do about this?