Chapter 56

"I don't care, Vivian. I don't want to mark anyone else—"

"But if you want to, in the future?" I asked, looking up at him and stepping back at the same time. It was too much, especially for a werewolf. Marking and mates didn't matter to a witch like me, but for him, it did.

Their bloodlines were formed from finding mates and marking them. The survival of their pack's depended on their leader and his mate. Their worlds evolved around it and I couldn't force Dion to mark me simply like that, without even knowing where I came from.

"I don't want to. I have lived for long, I've marked countless, and I've had countless. Let me mark you." He offered while wrapping his hands around mine.

My chest became warm at his words. But at the same time, I recalled my cruel father and the werewolf he was. His existence made me want to hate them for the rest of my life, but now, after hearing Dion, my perspective was changing.

I sighed, feeling torn. Part of me wanted what he was offering me, but I felt guilty for what all I did to him. I took his name in minutes in front of Alexandria and he had bought no harm to me, even after knowing the truth.

"Take his mark. Linking yourself with an alpha will provide you protection far more than you can imagine." Elijah spoke, standing a distance and only peering at us.

I turned to face Elijah, surprised by his sudden remark since he had been wanting to harm me the entire time I had been here. "What do you mean?"

His eyes locked with mine. "Werewolf packs are known for their strength and loyalty to their leader. By taking Dion's mark, you'll be under his protection and that of his entire pack. They'll protect you from anything that tries to harm you."

I considered his words carefully. It was true that I could use some protection, especially now, especially with Claudia running around and trying to avenge her cruel, abusive brother.

I looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and conviction there. I knew Dion meant every word he said. And at that moment alone, I made my decision to take a werewolf's mark.

"I'll do it." I said, nodding.

His face broke out into a wide smile and he leaned closer before slipping his hand behind my neck. "I promise you'll be safe with me."

"I know."

Taking the stairs, we headed up into one of the rooms. Dion closed the door behind us, and I felt a wave of nervousness wash over me. I knew what was about to happen, but it still felt surreal.

He approached me slowly, his eyes dark with desire. My heart thudded at an erratic beat. I wasn't even this nervous when I slept with him, or when I slept with a man for the first time. Marking was sacred, along with mating. He was tying his life to me, and I was tying mine to his.

"Are you sure you want to do to this?" He asked, confirming again as his hands went over my shoulders.

I could feel the heat emanating from his body as he leaned in closer. Tingles shot through my spine. It was a decision that could change my life forever.

"Yes," I whispered while placing my hand over his arm and tracing it to his chest. "I want you to mark me."

His breath tickled down the side of my cheek as his hands slowly made their way from my neck to my face, cupping it gently before leaning in to kiss me. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it quickly turned into something deeper, more passionate. Electricity ran between us, and uncontrollable heat gripped from all sides.

I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him deeper. My tongue swirled with his as my back pressed against the wall behind. The jacket, the only piece of cloth on my body, rode up from my thighs, exposing my sex and the heat buried within.

If one couldn't, another could.

I pushed my hips forward, unknowing of where this was all leading. I didn't know how the marking was done, or what Dion was meant to do.

Pulling my mouth away from him, I asked in a breathy voice. "Are you going to take me?"

His hands lowered to my waist and he pulled me to himself. "Yes." The intensity in his eyes grew before he took me to the bed.

We kissed again, and this time it was different. More urgent, more passionate. His hands ran down my body, tracing the curves of my hips and waist. I responded in kind, running my hands through his hair before lying down on the bed.

His body pressed against mine roughly, and the heat rose. His hands moved from my waist to my back and I felt him pull me closer to him. His hardness rubbed against my thigh, making me want him more. I groaned against his mouth and pulled away to collect my breaths.

Dion slid his fingers up and between my thighs, closing toward my aching pussy. My legs parted in invitation and I held my breath back as pressed his one finger against my throbbing clit.

"I've missed having you, Vivian."

"I've missed—"

Before I had the chance to complete, his finger circled my clit and I couldn't help but let out a moan. My body was already on fire with desire, and his touch was only making it worse. He applied more pressure and started moving his finger in circles, slowly at first, then picking up speed. I arched my back and pressed my hips forward, urging him to keep going.

The heat and the pleasure Elijah didn't give me, Dion did—gladly.

"You're already so wet for me," He whispered against my neck before tracing his tongue across my skin. "That's good. You should be prepared for my knot. After all, my wolf will be willing to knot each and every single time I touch you after today, and there'll be some times when I wouldn't be able to control myself."

"Knot?" My breaths scattered as my eyes rolled back.

He inserted a finger inside me, and I gasped. I reached out and grabbed his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin as he shoved in another one, filling me up.

"It's going to stretch you wide. Far more than anything you've ever taken." He continued, his racy breaths against my ear.

The sensation of his touch and his whispers was overwhelming, and I could feel my orgasm building inside me. I had only heard of knots, from some places. It was when a werewolf was willing to breed his mate, only then his cock would create a bulge in his length that would stuff inside her.

Dion trailed his mouth away from my neck and kissed me, his mouth hungry and desperate. His thickness roughly poked at my thigh. I reached my peak in a snap of a few seconds at the thought of knotting, at the thought of being stretched so wide as I had never been before.

My body shook with pleasure as it exploded over his fingers. He drew out his fingers slowly and replaced them with cock. I fastened my hands around my legs, spreading them wide for him. My body was already primed for him.

He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed the tip of his cock inside, inch by inch. I gasped at the sensation of him filling me up and threw my head back.

"This is nothing, baby." He whispered, slamming into me entirely till I could feel his head rubbing against my g-spot.

"Oh, fuck." I cried out as he began pumping in and out of me, without any mercy. After my pleasure was denied and rejected over and over again, my wetness was dripping onto my thighs and spread all over his length. "Give me your knot, Dion." I pleaded.

"You can't take it like this," He chuckled, shaking his head before grabbing my mouth and holding it tight between his fingers.

My lips parted and his tongue ran through my lower lip as he thrust into me at the same time, his hips bruising against mine. I cried out in pleasure, desiring more, desiring what he had whispered in my ears.

"You wouldn't even be able to. It will take some time to loosen you up, but eventually, you'll have my knot."

I grabbed the sheets, writhing underneath him, as he hit all the right spots. Dion's cock stretched me wide, even without his knot. I moaned uncontrollably. He was relentless, pounding into me fiercely, forcing the pressure to spill out of me again and again till my thighs were quivering.

"God, Vivian," he growled, his eyes darkening and fixed on mine. "You're fucking dripping on me."

My breaths came in gasps as I tried to keep up with his pace, but it was too much. My body was on fire with pleasure and control wasn't in my hands anymore.

"I'm going to come again." I panted, fingers gripping the sheets tighter.

"Come for me, baby," he urged, remaining at his pace. "Come for me, and let me mark you as my mate." His head lowered at the nape of my teeth and I felt his sharp teeth brushing over my skin.

Canines only came out for werewolves when either in pleasure or when they were about to attack. My teeth pressed tight before I felt the impact of his sinking and tearing through my flesh.

I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me at the same time, wave after wave of intense pleasure washing over me. His cock pulsated deep inside. He drew his teeth from my skin and came with me, but not inside. He hurriedly pulled himself out and spilled between my thighs, his hot orgasm warming my cold skin.

Dion collapsed on the side of the bed, his breath ragged as he peppered my neck and collarbone with kisses. We lay there for a while, entwined in each other's arms before he pulled away slightly and gazed into my eyes.

"I mean what I said, Vivian," he said, his voice low and intense. "I'm going to keep you safe, and I'll do anything to protect you."

I nodded, knowing that he meant every word.

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