Alpha Wolf Protector (Wolf Shifters 0f Wakerlin Book 2) Page 5

  He rose to his feet. "Come on, get dressed. I'll get a shower. And then we'll leave."

  * * *

  They left the chambers hand in hand, still laughing at a ridiculous joke Marco told her when Amelia's eyes fell on Mark. He was sitting with his back to her, enjoying a drink to himself. Amelia instantly ran up to him.

  "Hi!"

  She caught him by surprise, and when he finally figured it was her, a smile broke across his lips.

  "Hi, sweetie!" He pulled her in a tight hug. "How have you been?"

  "Definitely better." She nodded. She gestured to her right, "Mark, this is my friend, Marco. Marco, this is Mark."

  Marco gave him a stiff nod and turned towards the door. Amelia looked after him in confusion.

  "I'm waiting in the car outside," he said over his shoulder.

  After exchanging a few words with Mark, Amelia rushed outside. A jet-black Mercedes waited at the entrance, Marco sitting at the wheel, sleek fingers clicking at the steering wheel.

  Amelia got into the car and locked the belt in place. Marco sat quietly for a moment; his eyes still fixed on the road.

  "You could have told me that you are seeing someone. Leading me along all this time?" He finally looked at her.

  Amelia was confused.

  "Huh?"

  "Who was that man, Amelia?"

  "Mark is a friend. Marco."

  "Oh, like I'm just a friend.'" Marco's face twisted into a grimace.

  Amelia fell silent. "What else should I have said? I don’t understand."

  Marco turned his face away from her, anger wafting off him.

  Amelia reached for his face, holding it in her hands. "Hey, hey, look at me. You're my man, okay?"

  Marco pulled her into a rushed kiss. “Remember you are only mine now.”

  * * *

  Later the following day, they were at Marco's house, when he felt a sharp pain tear through his mind. Marco held his ground for a few seconds, listening to the voice in his head, in horror. As soon as his wolf-mate stopped speaking, Marco slumped in a near chair, shell-shocked.

  He caught Amelia watching him in concern.

  He instantly rose to his feet and made for the door.

  ***

  Amelia caught him staring at the ground vacantly, eyes narrowed to slits, and mind floating somewhere else. At her question, he snapped out of his reverie, and lifted his head, lean fingers running through his hair.

  Casting one last dark look her way, he continued ahead languidly, grabbed his jacket, and slid into it, zipping it close. Marco kept his head down. He simply ignored her growing perplexity and strode to the front door.

  “Where are you going? Marco!” Amelia jerked him around and caught him, pursing his lips.

  “I can’t,” he sighed, voice breaking, “I can’t tell you.”

  Amelia’s brows knitted in confusion. This was utterly ridiculous. Incredibly furious at his perpetual silence and strange replies, she pressed her face into his face, teeth ground, “If you’re going after the wolves, Marco, then I’m coming with you too.”

  “No!” He lifted his head, expression tired. “Amelia, you don’t understand. These wolves – they’re dangerous.”

  "How do you know, exactly?" Amelia looked at him in disbelief.

  A shadow passed Marco’s face, but Amelia’s features remained unflinching.

  Marco’s feet buckled under him. He sank to the floor, head bent low, and leaning against the front door. His shiny black hair fell forward, covering his slick forehead. Amelia waited, hands still on her hips, and throat dry with the argument.

  In only a few moments, the atmosphere around the room had transformed. A grim feeling had slipped beneath their bones, tangled their minds, and slit their once passionate hearts into a million pieces.

  Suddenly, Marco was more than just a man she’d spent a lovely night with. Amelia could sense his soul coursing through her limbs, meandering past her heart, and gripping her mind. She could hear his pulse beating, the unsteady lub-dubs intertwining with hers. He was within her.

  “I am Marco William Farkas. First-born of the great leader and ‘Mage’ of the wolf community, Louis George Farkas. I am the leader of the wolves of the Wakerlin Woods. I scour the counties at night, hunting the evil-doers, those building schemes to rise against Wakerlin, the royal county, and my home, consequently disturbing the Natural Order.

  For over a year now, my county has been at peace. However, lately, there have been frequent uprisings. And just a few minutes ago, I spoke to my general who informed about these teil werewolves coming out in open revolt against our kingdom. Right now, my homeland needs me.

  It is a journey that I must make alone, for I cannot fathom any danger or harm coming your way. Forgive me, Amelia. But this is only for the best.

  “I love you.”

  Marco had just talked to her by telepathy. He’d been in her mind. Amelia shuddered at the thought – how long had he been reading her thoughts? Was it one more of his unusual powers?

  His voice was still fresh in her mind. His words, still unbelievable.

  He was a prince and a werewolf. Though different than the others. He was their leader. Amelia was finding it very hard to digest. She glanced at him and still caught his head drooping down. She tried linking back to him; this time, it was her that reached out to his mind. She didn’t know whether it worked that way. She simply closed her eyes, focusing on his voice. On his words. The beautiful image of his lips hovering in her mind. And then it clicked.

  “Marco,” she whispered. “You won’t get hurt, right?”

  His voice came back, shocked. “How - how did you slip in my mind?”

  “I don’t know.”

  A silence stretched between them.

  “No,” he said finally, amusement tugging his voice, “It has proved to be fairly difficult up till now.” There was another pause.

  “Marco?” Amelia’s voice was a gentle hush, lost far away.

  “Hmm?”

  “I love you too.”

  Marco’s head jerked up, and Amelia caught two tiny tear droplets trickle down his face.

  ***

  She rushed by his side and sat beside him. He released his anguish physically. She placed the palm of her hand across his cheek and kissed him softly. He did not respond immediately, still feeling the weakness of his scattered emotions. But he could not refrain from her. He kissed her back, his passion and love for Amelia, evident in his kiss.

  Her mouth opened, welcoming his tongue inside of her as she traced her finger across his jaw. His eyes fixed on her mouth as his hands found the soft skin underneath her shirt and began strolling as she climbed on top of him, placing her pelvis around his sweats.

  She smiled as she mounted soft kisses on his cheeks.

  “You want me to fuck you on the floor?’’ he asked, slyly.

  “I wouldn’t mind.’’

  Marco pretended to contemplate. Meanwhile, Amelia slowly slipped off his T-shirt, revealing his abs.

  “I’m too safe of a man to fuck you on the floor. I toss you around quite a bit.’’

  He placed his arm around Amelia and the other underneath her thighs. Marco stood with her in his arms as he walked towards his bedroom, placing her gently on the bed.

  She watched on top of her. The most perfectly shaped collar bones underneath this Godly carved face. She knew he would play with her, but oh how badly she just wanted to rip his sweats apart and have him inside of her.

  He climbed on top of her, pushing her legs apart and fitting himself in the middle.

  Chapter 9

  He mounted on top of her, gazing at her voluptuous breasts poking through her buttoned shirt. They were just waiting for him to set them free and feed on them. Amelia’s eyes were locked with his, her lips plump and juicy. The breasts could wait; he needed to be inside her mouth first.

  He grabbed on her breast and sucked on her lower lip, playing with her tongue as he ripped her shirt apart. She gasped in shoc
k, but her hands dug deeper in his shoulders. She enjoyed being domination.

  He sucked on her throat, reaching her collar bones and cupped his face between her breasts, squeezing them hard across the edges of his face. Her fingers rested in his hair, their pressure leading him exactly where she wanted.

  He led his hands behind her back and set her breasts free. He circled the tip of his tongue around her nipple, focusing his attention on her breath and body. Her back arched as he used his teeth around the nipple and squeezed the other one between his thumb and middle finger. That always worked her up. He stimulated the nipples with his bites, getting them erect and sensitive and then continued to suckle on them. Her moans grew louder. Not letting go of her tits, he trailed his tongue downwards, placing soft kisses on her tummy and naval. He pushed aside her frail underwear, revealing her pussy. His tongue reached his vaginal opening. He turned her over as he lay on top of her

  He pushed aside her hair to her front, cupping her breasts in the process. He kissed the back of her neck, leading from her spine to her underwear.

  He slipped away the thong from her legs and stared at her peach-shaped ass. He wanted to take in the scene before he spread it apart and fucked it senseless.

  She laughed as he continued placing kisses on her cheeks, spreading them apart to gain full clarity of her vagina.

  He pushed up her arse, so it stayed next to his face while her head buried in the sheets, her hands clenching, preparing for the wild rush of ecstasy.

  “Taste me,’’ she murmured.

  Marco blew on her blushing vagina, taking in the smell of the juices his body had begun to lust. He wanted to play with her and feel his dick deep inside of her.

  He toyed his middle finger from her vaginal hole to her clit. Her body shivered with the tingling.

  ***

  She wanted to scream, to shout, and ask him to bury his dick deep inside of her. But Marco was a man of his pleasure; he would not give in until he had his way. And today, he wanted to play with her.

  His warm breath on her pussy made her shiver; she just wanted his mouth against it. His finger was toying with her anal hole, trying to penetrate through. She shivered again with pleasure.

  “You like that?’’

  “Fuck me, Fuck me, Marco. Fuck me now!’’ she begged.

  “Now, not so fast...’’ he calmly responded.

  She could not take the teasing any longer. She dug her fingers in his hair and pushed them against her welcoming vagina. She felt the warmth of his wet tongue, finding its rhythm and flicking her clit.

  She moaned, digging his head even deeper, he followed her lead and moved his tongue from her clit to her asshole.

  He pressed his lips around her clit, sucking on them like her nipples while slipping two of his fingers inside her vagina. They found her G spot, and she yelped in pleasure. She clutched onto the sheets, frustrated to release all this energy he was storing within her.

  “FUCK ME, MARCO!’’ she screamed. She didn’t care about his lead; she just needed him inside her. She plunged forward and released him of his sweats. His dick was hard, just sticking forward, waiting to fuck her hard.

  She wanted him to fuck her senseless. She grabbed his cock, softly with her hands, but Marco was not going to let her have it so easily.

  He wrapped his fingers around her neck, softly but firmly. She looked up his torso; he was smiling slyly.

  “You want it?’’ he asked.

  “Yes, so much.’’

  “Beg for it. Tell me how much you want it, how much do you want my cock, Amelia?’’ he whispered.

  “I want to feel it in my mouth, Marco. I want to lick it, suck it and feel it against my throat. I want to play with your balls, suck on them too. But mostly, I want it inside me; I want it to fill me, complete me...’’

  All this talking was making him harder.

  He pushed her legs, so she laid on her back. He curled her legs around his neck and dug his fingers in her thighs.

  “If you want it so bad, I have no choice but to give it to you. I have to fuck you hard.’’

  He spread her legs wide, gaining a full view of her pussy. He did not wait to spread the way for his giant, hardened erection slowly. He just pushed it in. She gasped in surprise; he was suddenly all inside her.

  She could feel the soft skin of his penis pressed inside her. He moaned hard, feeling the warm walls of her vagina kissing his dick.

  ***

  He plunged his body back and worth, holding on to her waist for support. She wrapped her legs around his back, her lower body in the same rhythm as his. He gasped for air and grabbed her face to force his legs hard inside of her. He clasped her nipple, erecting it again. He dug her face into her chest, yet back snuggling against the fat of her breast, biting and sucking her nipples.

  “Turn around,’’ he whispered.

  She obediently followed him, turning around, so her butt cheeks faced his head. He slapped her cheek, and she gasped, his cold hand, rough against her warm ass.

  He dove into her once again, with full force, and she groaned with pleasure. He began thrusting her hard.

  She could feel her frustration grow, and her need for release expand. She wanted him to take her there, to make her scream, to fuck her beyond belief.

  “Harder, Marco.’’

  “As you with,’’ he grunted, shifting his body to grab her waist and push it towards the bed with her ass facing his face once more. He slapped her vagina, and she yelped in response.

  “Fuck me, Marco.’’

  He was too caught up in the sensation; right now, he had to deliver.

  He spread her cheeks apart, revealing a small tan asshole. He spat on it to increase the lubrication. He placed the tip of his cock on her hole, slowly pushing it inward.

  “MARCO,’’ she gasped. A moan led it, a green light for Marco. He pushed it till his penis was halfway.

  “Fuck, I love it!’’ she yelled again.

  Marco began to thrust inside her, gaining pace as the anal hole widened to adjust him. It was warm and slippery, and he could just sway in the sensation, and never pull it out. But he had a girl to please.

  He spanked her ass once again and pushed and pulled aggressively.

  “Yes, Yes, baby. Do it, baby, go in deeper,’’ she begged.

  That only turned him on, and he pushed deep inside her. He whimpered as his legs twitched. The feeling drove him insane. He was going to cum immediately if he didn’t pull out.

  “Lay on your back’’ he commanded. She followed.

  “Press your tits together.’’

  She did as follow and cupped her breasts together. He climbed on top of her, resting on his knees. He placed his cock between her boobs and began to fuck them. She leaned out her tongue, licking parts of his dick when it slid in front of her tongue.

  “Yes, baby, fuck my tits. Fuck my tits harder!’’

  He dug his hands in her hair, using them as a support as he grew manic over her tits, feeling their soft skin against his shaft.

  “Open your mouth. Blow me,’’ he ordered.

  She laid flat on her back as he fucked in and out of her mouth. Her warm saliva enveloped the shaft of his penis, sending shivers down his spine.

  She was hungry and eager to have his erection inside her mouth. The angle brought it directly to her throat; she had all of it inside her mouth. She devoured the taste, the precum, and the sturdiness.

  ‘’Fuck! I’m going to cum!’ Marco announced, out of breath.

  “Cum in my mouth, Marco. Please, Baby.’’

  Marco immediately placed her on the floor and sat on the front of the bed. She positioned herself on all fours, her mouth sucking all of his penis, she moved up and down, using her fingers for help.

  Her mouth gained speed guided by his hand, moving her sideways and upside down.

  “Do it for me, baby, make me cum.’’

  She took it all in, and his cock dived into her throat, she didn’t pull it out. He c
ould feel his penis bathing in wet saliva from top to bottom. He couldn’t control it any longer.

  He cried out as he released.

  “Fuck, Fuck Amelia.’’ he moaned.

  He kissed her mouth dry, he was done, but she wasn’t. He pushed her on the bed. He then rammed a finger inside her vagina, aggressively pushing and pulling inside her.

  She gasped and pulled on his hair. He began rubbing her clit sideways, to increase its wetness.

  “I’m going to go crazy, Marco.’’

  “I would like that.’’

  He sucked on her clit and rubbed against her G spot, eating her, and fingering her at the same time. He pressed his lips around her clit, placing pressure on it while inserting more fingers inside her.

  Her legs hugged his face, resisting the orgasm until she wailed and squirted all over his face and fingers. Her legs were shivering by the time he was done.

  Chapter 10

  Amelia curled her body into a ball on the sofa and silently watched Marco gather his weapons.

  Energy burned through room around Marco as he swiftly paced, strapping sharp blades into several crevices of his incredible body under his clothing. These included the back of his neck, beneath his feet, and one at each wrist. Finally, he slid a long, curved one at the waist.

  His golden morning star, however, went deep into his pant pockets.

  “You cut too deep!” Amelia sprang out of the sofa, rushing to his side, and examined his hand under the light.

  Marco tested the sharpness of the blade by running it along the length of his palm, while Amelia had agonizingly observed. The blood was trickling down his fingers in tiny drops. However, this time the blood seeped out thick and rich and a little too much.

  “It’s alright, Amelia,” Marco said lightly, “our skin heals quite fast.”

  And as absurd as it may sound, it was true. For even beneath the pale lamplight, Amelia could easily discern his pearl-white skin stitching back together, the blood flow ceasing, and a narrow scar magically appearing in its place. She caressed the edges of it, and Marco winced. There were so many more. Thin scars were crisscrossing the back of his hand.

  Amelia glanced up, his hand pressed to her chest and caught him gazing back. His deep blue eyes were reflecting a vast stretch of the night sky.