Mark of love

[Lovely]

December 18, 2008
early evening
Out of town - hotel room

Though matted and mussed and glistening over the expanse of his raw and muscular frame from their exertion, Marcus could barely wait the few moments he remained quiet to allow her phone call to begin again. As the phone fell from her fingers, he leaned around her, kissing her shoulder gently. "Gone for the night? Hmm.. you'll need someone to watch over you, won't you?"

Her gently curved slender frame wiggled as he curled and kissed, her phone bouncing to the floor with a soft thumping noise. "I believe I have all the protection I need.." She murmured softly, stretching out a little, with a soft groan against the sore places. "Stay the night with me?" She asked him quietly, her plan was to be away, but would he, could he stay with her as she wished? Other times he'd had to leave her to attend duties or she would have to leave him to return home before the night was over. She was warm all over from their 'exercise' and she was tender from how rough he would get, there was such passion between them, she didn't notice until after just how vigorous they had been.

"I should get back," he sighed in the kiss as he snuggled her closely. "But not until morning," he added after a lengthy pause. "Something I need to take care of first."

Her lips turned down in a pout as he first answered her, though she kept kissing him. When he finished his thought she gasped and giggled, seeming to have a sudden burst of strength and 'tackling' him. Rolling against and half over him with a delighted smile shining in her bright green eyes. "Really?" There seemed to be no end to her joy at his saying he would stay with her.

"I can't go back like this, can I?" He mused, rolling under the light tackle and helping her settle as she wished. "Certainly not empty handed. I'm serious. Someone needs to watch you and be sure you're safe from that very naughty boy you've been seeing," he couldn't help but chuckle, the sound tickling through him and up to her knees.

"The naughty.. hey!" She giggled, biting at his shoulder a little for teasing her so. "..and what shall you do if I don't want to be safe?" She lounged half over his chest, hers against his and her legs draped partially over his.

"Then he'll indulge himself until ready to rest and he has no intention of resting until Tuesday," he grinned, indulging in tickling her lightly where she rested against him.

"Tuesday is several days away yet.. you may split me in half before then." She teased him, with a smile that seemed to invite him to try.

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He grinned. "What do you want for dinner... and breakfast... I don't think we're leaving for a while"

A soft giggle tickled his lips and her eyes lit up with a bit of mischief. "You.. and.. hmm I'm thinking you.."

"Well that's a shame," he snickered. "Time to stop thinking. Shhh...," he teased and pulled her back down to him.

Her smile was light and melted into soft sensual kisses against his lips. Her eyes shuttered and she breathed a soft sigh of enjoyment as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. It would appear that the young Veinna princess was quite enamoured with the man who had 'captured' her.

"Daaaamn, you're a fine woman," he whispered out, enjoying everything about her, perhaps most that what they shared wasn't denied him yet was still forbidden. Her own raw scent and that of the awakened beauty within her as she became more and more 'his' filtered through his senses as he sighed against her smooth caress. This might not stay his. He was rarely allowed anything to keep or enjoy and had never come this close to something he wanted to keep beyond all else. Something? Someone, he corrected himself, his head shifting for him to observe that she was real and truly alive and was here by choice with him. He would not be denied this by anyone. Willing. She would always be his, he thought quietly, hungrily taking her in fully with his eyes. Shifting, he rolled out from beneath her, continuing his kisses down her slender form to tell her so, gently, but insistently.

His warmth against her as she draped over him was comforting and she felt the absense of it as he shifted and rolled her, settling against the pillows as he moved over her. His gentle kisses over her were nearly intoxicating and she shifted blissfully beneath his touch. Her eyes fluttering closed and every inch of her open to his desire as her fingers curled into the pillows beside her head. She could hardly believe how much she enjoyed being with him, physically and emotionally.. not only was her body responding to his call her heart was as well. Each passing moment she was more and more his.. and she didn't want it any other way. "Marcus.." She breathed out in a quiet almost moan as he continued to kiss over her form.

The gentle turn of his name in her voice pulled his attention briefly to her eyes. His own gleamed with feral swirls of chaotic reddish hues, sparkling, electrified by her. The response was one of certainty, his mark, taking her in one of few ways left not already taken by him that would not allow anyone else to have what he knew of this girl. The incision of tooth and strength behind it might have been less painful to her if he had not already worn her nerves raw. Where she bled for him, none would look nor guess, being only a hint above the pale line that would stay hidden even in summer, but a mark she would now always have... his.

The eyes that had shuttered in peaceful enjoyment snapped open as the pressure was applied. She instantly began to 'fight' him, not knowing why he was hurting her - only that he did. Was he.. biting her.. why and why so hard? Her mind flew in a panic from the pain sent over nerves and tears sprang to her eyes, her legs kicking some beneath him, though the way she lay it was more like a writhe than to do any harm to him. The tears wet her cheeks and she could feel the sting of her skin pierced by his sharp canine teeth. Her hand pulled the pillow to her face to muffle the sound as she screamed into it in her shock and pain. She was not feral enough to be used to anything like this, like others were. This was not the nipping and biting that usually occured amoung them which she was used to and able to endure more of. Her chest heaved gently as she whimpered a little, slowly pulling the pillow away from her face and staring at him, her other hand had clawed deeply and harshly into the back of his shoulder, drawing her own mark upon him and blood ran from him as it did from her.

[Lovely]

As harshly as he'd made the mark, he gently cooled it, helping the bleeding to slow in the raw wound. It was small, but enough. He inspected and studied the shape of it, seeing how it would heal and remain. The cool air caught the marks on his shoulder, stinging, though he chuckled quietly, "Goddaaaaamn." The sound was one of awe.

The young woman trembled under him as he soothed the wound he'd made. She was still confused and shocked, her hand shifting gently down over his arm. "That really hurt." She spoke softly, a slight whimper in her voice as her eyes gazed up at the ceiling. He'd frightened her and yet she stayed with him, wanting only his comfort and allowing him to tend the tender wound. Her slight chuckle wiggled her beneath him a little as she realized his 'comment' was directed at the marks she'd left on him. She shook her head a bit, feeling a blush heat her damp cheeks. "Why.. why did you do that?" She questioned but at the same time, something deep within her already knew the answer.

"I had to," he whispered, sincere and quiet, softer and gentler than he'd been, passing his tongue over the mark again and content with the beading that was only very light now. He shook his head, giving her a somewhat sad and whistful glance. "You're mine.. it's that simple. I'm yours, too. Really," he smiled a bit, looking over his shoulder to the markings she'd torn into him.

"You.. bit me.." She half pouted and half smiled at him, reaching to pull him up to face her. Her eyes shone adoringly at him, her finger stroking over his cheek. "I'm used to exchanging more conventional gifts with my boyfriends.. But none of them ever made me feel the way you do." She smiled softly, almost shyly.

"Yes, I bit you. It will heal. And when it does... no one can take it from you, or me, Lil. No preacher or brother or father or anyone... not that anyone but you and me will know it's there. They damn well better not, you got me?" His teasing took a dark turn in the warning. "No matter what happens, where we go, whoever they... choose... or whatever they do... for you, you're mine..so very mine." His voice trailed off into kisses that set gently back over her to soothe her pain more.

She nearly teased him back but saw how dark he turned for a moment and it scared yet reassured her. "I got you.." She smiled, relaxing fully once again in his arms. "I'm yours.. all yours.. " She realized how true the words were as they were said, her eyes closing gently. "I don't want to belong to anyone else.. Marcus.."

"You won't... never completely, even if...," he shook his head and rested down beside her, curling her snugly to him again. "No, you belong where you wish to be, but in my eyes... my heart... you're mine."

She cuddled to him, resting against him and feeling how warm and safe she felt beside him. "This is where I want to be. In your arms.. in your heart." She smiled a little understanding now that he'd not lost his mind or done it to hurt her or be cruel.. She was sore, bruised, tender from their rough activities already and now he'd added this to that sweet blissful pain.. She reached to kiss him, with that understanding and a renewing passion. "Yours.." Her lips curved softly, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

He glanced over his shoulder, feeling the air breeze over the stinging mars she'd left in return and nodded, a gentle grin meeting her despite his own pain. "Yours," he whispered, chuckling a little and snuggling her back gently into the cushions to ease her pains.

She shifted with, fitting perfectly against his form, to curl around and slide along as they would. "Keep me.." She whispered, part plea, part promise, part question. She knew others had much say in what her future held and she could only hope they would allow her -what she wanted, needed.. loved. To know he would.. that he also wanted her, meant a great deal to her, much more than the material favors others tried to use to win her. Marcus and his rough edges, ways and honesty.. he may have been brutal and harsh at times -she knew this- but he never pretended to be anything with her. He was wild, hard, a bad boy.. he opened her in ways she'd never dreamt, never knew.. and it was not merely the physical aspect though that she enjoyed his rough handling so much was a surprise even to her.

[Lovely]

December 20, 2008
morning

He peeked under the corner of the blankets, smiling as he admired the bare girl laying beside him. "Hmm... yes she is.." He whispered to answer a thought in his head.

Lily stretched lightly, she'd been dozing but was now stirring with a slight smile. One eye opened to look up at him and she giggled softly. "What are you up to?"

"Being your secret admirer.. shhh," he whispered, reaching for a light morning kiss.

She rolled part way to meet him, her eyes shuttered and one arm reaching to curl around his neck. "..and if I want more than an admirer?" She whispered, her lips softly brushing against his.

"Just have to ask," he murmured against her kiss, indulging more deeply. "You can have anything you want."

She tasted his lips gently and reached for more, her soft sigh brushing against his lips. "You.. all I want is you.." His scent still strongly covered her, having been with him all afternoon and through the night.

"You can have all of me you want.. anytime you want," he sighed softly against her. Somehow he felt it wasn't true but he wished it could be. "Check out time is soon, though. I'll keep you forever, but I can't keep you from home forever."

She pouted slightly, nipping tiny kisses against his lips and over his cheek and neck. "I don't want to go home.." She admitted softly, wanting only to be with him. She couldn't hide the small noise of surprise and pain as she moved to embrace him and felt how sore the 'bite' still was.

He grimaced for her. "Ouch... yeah, it'll hurt a while, babe. But think about it. It's worth it... isn't it? A couple of days... our little secret, just yours and mine?" Her little secret was telling him many things already, though it was too soon to tell for sure. His protective embrace curled her closer and he helped her shift her sore leg. Glancing at the wound, it appeared strange, still bleeding though it should have stopped.

She snuggled to him and closed her eyes, nodding and sighing out a pained breath. "It's worth it.. you're worth it.." Her lips curved into a smile against his neck and she curled her arms up around him. "just tell me your shoulder hurts like this does.. so I won't feel like such a baby."

"Mmmhmm... but you're my baby," he teased a little, not realizing his hand shifted over her belly, perhaps as a subconscious thought about his musings and her scent. "And yeah, you pack a whallop, no doubt there. But I like it."

Lily giggled and snuggled closer to him. "I like how that sounds.." Her fingers caressed over his arm, letting his hand rest over her tummy and feeling quite content like that.

"Do you? Hmm... tell me what else you like," he murmured, shifting to kiss her temple. He didn't want to leave... go back there... go back to the literal wolves and all it would mean.

Lily stayed still cuddled next to him, feeling his warmth and his arms and his kiss to her temple. "I like this.. being in your arms, held by you.. feeling you near me.. so warm." The smile could be heard in her voice as she spoke and felt genuinely happy and content. "I like everything we did last night." She blushed and giggled softly.

He chuckled and curled down into her shoulder, nibbling lightly at her neck. "Could do more like last night, but... we better get cleaned up. That might take a while."

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She shivered with chills from his nibbling, sighing and her fingers curled into his arm. "Keep that up and I may refuse to check out.." She whispered to him, feeling the tingle crawl over her skin. "I don't want to get cleaned up.. it's probably stupid.. but I like having your scent on me.."

"And we walk in the door and I have Mitch biting my balls for touching you? Do me a little favor, please?" He half chuckled about it, but damn his arm still hurt when he thought about it.

"I didn't mean I wouldn't before we go back.. I don't think I'd like Mitch biting your balls.. not since I like nibbling on them so much.." She teased and blushed at the same time.

"That's different... no matter how many times I tell him to bite me... hmm.. that wasn't an offer, was it?" He sounded hopeful as well as teasing, enjoying her attention as much as she seemed to enjoy his.

She laughed softly, peeking up at him with bright green eyes and batting lashes, a slight pink still in her cheeks. "Maybe.." She whispered, leaning up to kiss him tenderly. "But..you said we don't have time to play.."

"Mmmm... you're killing me. We reaaaally shouldn't, but..." he smiled and half-growled as he sank into a deep and lingering kiss.

She wrapped her arm more tightly around his shoulder and pulled him down with her again. "mmmm only doing back.. what you do to me." She whispered between kisses.

"Heh... paybacks are a b*tch, huh? Mmm... okay.. up.. up.. let's go. Sorry darlin' but I've gotta get you back before they track us down. Clean time can be playtime, too," he nudged and tickled lightly to get her up to the shower.

She giggled and squirmed, groaning softly at the pain from the bite when she moved too much. "Speaking of payback.. gimme your other shoulder.." She teased him, pushing at him lightly as she gently swung her legs over the side of the bed.

"You got any part of me you want, remember? Here...," he said, recoiling in the tease then bolting lithely over her side of the bed to help her up and carry her to the shower. The bite mark shouldn't have been as bad as it appeared, still seeping and looking dark. He didn't want to alarm her as he offered her a leap up over his shoulder.

"All of you.. didn't I tell you that already?.. all Mine!" She smiled brightly for him, curling into the offer of being carried to the shower, she was trying not to show just how much the mark was bothering her. She didn't want to seem so weak and cry-baby and also didn't want him to feel bad or regret having done it. She loved it.. the idea of it, of being his and having his mark to show it, even if they were the only ones who would know it was there.

Lifting her was easy, she was such a tiny little thing and even more frail from her recent worries about sneaking and hiding. Taking her to the bathroom, he set her on the counter where she could shimmy down to the floor when she was ready as he started the water to fill the small room with steam. He turned back to her and looked her over. "Let me see that," he motioned to the bitemark, leaning down with kisses, working toward it to ease it if he could.

She let him tend to her, his warm kiss enticing her to want much more tended, but for now.. She leaned back, letting herself rest against the wall and mirror, while his kissed and examined the bite that was painful and still bleeding a little.

The scent of the mark concerned him a little as did the look of it, but cleaning it with the warm water would help, too. He lapped around it, testing, tasting. Keeping the concern quiet he kissed way back to her shoulder, lingering in places as the warm fog enveloped them.

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She didn't mind how he didn't talk for several minutes as his mouth played over her, melting her. His chuckle made her smile a little but the words he murmured sent a pout to take it's place and she was about to protest when his lips shifted and she moaned softly instead. The pout was erased as was her protest. "As long as next week you can do this to me all over again.. and again.. and again.." She panted the last out, curling toward him and then pushing at him as she tried to stretch and find some relief and comfortable position on the counter now that he was making it impossible for her to remain still.

She began to wriggle and shift as if seeking him and trying to escape him at the same time. He chuckled again. "Mmm hmm, definitely next week when your heat calms down a bit," he said, adoring every second of it while it still lasted. "When we're both rational."

"I'm not in heat." She shook her head laughing at the absurdity of that statement, for one she wasn't feral and secondly the only time she'd been close to being in heat was weeks ago. Her hormones or whatever had calmed down since then, though when she was with him she reacted in ways she didn't understand and she had been feeling..odd.. but nothing like going into heat. "Am I ever rational when I'm with you?"

"Perhaps, but it is a feral thing that has a lot to do with that," he reasoned for her. "Heat or simply 'heat', it's true and why you're ravenous for me as much as I am for you. You have a little wolf in you, Lily... hah, in more ways than one!"

She pushed him away a little more, halting their play as she gazed at him with an expression that was clearly confused. "I thought it was called lo..." being in love with you, she didn't say it, afraid he'd laugh at her. "What the heck are you talking about? A little wolf in me in more ways than one - what does that mean? I wouldn't call you little especially when you're in me." She attempted to tease him back but felt a tremor of anxiety wash through her.

"Love?" He finished the unfinished word, taunting her to say it as clearly. He wasn't laughing about that, not with the fire that rippled through his gaze as he said it himself. "It means, dearest Lily, baby... a baby wolf, hm? Can't say as I'm surprised. Are you?" His tone was dark, accusing as much as it was accepting. Whether she'd see it his way, though...?

Her mouth sat open slightly and she stared back into the fire of his gaze for a long moment before she nodded slightly. "Yes.. love." She said the words softly as her brain tried to work itself around the rest of what he'd said. Her eyes widened some and a tremor ran through her, she almost asked how he could know that she was.. she couldn't even think the word! He was feral, of course he knew, it was in her scent. She felt like she might burst into tears and there was a shimmer of them in her eyes as she gazed into his, her head shook a weak 'no' and she answered him honestly. "Shocked... not surprised... " After all they had never once used anything to try to prevent such a thing from happening. "A.. a.. baby.. I'm.." Another tremor ran through her. "Oh my god.. my father is going to kill me!"

"No," he said gently, crawling up to offer her his embrace to help her down from the counter to a softer place to curl. "He won't even consider that for something that's not your fault, hm? Not his darling daughter.. ever. Now, me on the other hand? Ha, well, if he -only- kills me, I've been let off easy," he sighed.

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She laughed and it was almost a hysterical sound as he came up to curl around her, she wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders. Her head was shaking to his words and to the thoughts of what her father might do to him. "He'll blame you for this happening.. but.. it's not your fault.. I mean it is, but it's both of us.. I'll be in plenty of trouble." Part of her wanted to lash out and maybe in a small way she did as she clawed into his shoulders. "I'm not.. no, no, no.. not.. can't be.. I can't be.. can I?" The tears were starting to flow from her as her fear and shock began bubbling over.

With her clinging tightly, he leaned down to shut off the water that had slowly filled their generous tub. The steamy heat clung to the holes around her fingernails, making them screech for attention through his nerves, begging for quick healing. Her scent billowed around him, filling his senses even more as they hovered briefly near the water. He took a deeper whiff and smiled, burrowing a kiss and gentle nibbles to her neck, nodding again that it was true. "Nature's a wonder, Lily. You are... you absolutely are, I'm certain you're having my son... or daughter. Maybe both. Smells really nice on you, too," he said, licking her now softly over the nibbles though he hadn't broken any skin this time, working his way back to still the tremor in her pouty lips with a deep kiss.

She kissed him back, but it took a long moment for her trembling to ease and stop. Lily looked up at him with wide eyes as they parted, searching his face and his eyes. "Both.. hah.. Oh god.. Do you.. what do we do?.. do you.. want it.. me.. us..?" He seemed to and she wanted to believe that he was as happy about it as he appeared to be but she needed to hear him say it, confirm it again.

She slipped out of reach of his kiss with questions and doubts. He reminded himself that his sincerity to her was not as easily read nor understood by her untrained nose. He sighed, hoping she could understand his turmoil and why his excitement was so easily contained despite the joy and delight of having a son.. -their- son. "It's not really for me to decide, Lily. Is it? About the baby or about you. Your father....," he shrugged a little, trailing off as he carried her back to the bed to recover the strength in her legs she might need if she wanted to run away. "If I did have that choice? Well, yeah, of course I do."

"Yeah.. heh.. yeah sounds like you really do.." She found herself looking away, curling her arms around her middle, scared, confused and still very shocked. Her hands splayed over her tummy, though it was still perfectly flat and it was far too soon to feel anything there. Maybe she was wrong to doubt Marcus, he'd always been straight forward with her and honest.. she looked up to his eyes again. "I'm scared." She whispered, her fear wasn't just for herself, in fact it was more for him and their child than her own well being.

"Lily, listen to me," he said gently, not lying and not meaning to scare her any more than the truth should. He believed with every speck of his being that she was stronger than anyone in the house knew or cared to look deep enough to understand like he had. She could handle this and he'd find a way to be with her to help her. "Your father... He'll try to kill me. Off me like he's done the others who disappoint him. I mean, after all, I'm not exactly his prize boy. You know that, but.. you won't let him try, though, I think." He came down beside her to slide around to comfort and reassure her. "You want it and I do too, but what about your uncles, hm? Remember them and their damnable tests? Might give him reason to send me to the farm just for pissing in the cup wrong. I'm sure I'm not 'the prime match' or whatever the f*ck they demand for their young princess, now am I? Or am I?" His voice softened, caught with an unusual lump of hesitation and dismay. "How many tests will it take? How much to make us go through to find out... and if after all that they don't -let- you have us... either one of us..? Where is -my- choice to say I want it? And that I want you? I don't have one, Lily, do I?"

"You do with me." She whispered softly, curling into the protection of his arms. "With me what you want is everything. I just needed to know.. if I'm going to be fighting for us or should I go along quietly, because it doesn't matter to you." She lifted her gaze to his from where she nestled, letting him know she believed him and she wanted to be with him as much as he did with her. "It does matter to me.. I don't care what they wanted. I want you.. I need you.. I.. I love you." She seemed just as scared that she told him that as she was about the baby and the situation they would face with her family.