A/N: okay, heads up, THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER IS A VERY DETAILED SEX SCENE. There. I said it. If scenes like that make you uncomfortable, you can skip this entire chapter. There are no real important plot points. Well, tiny plot point after the cut near the end. The rest of it's just shameless sex. So ya, BIG FAT "M" RATED WARNING.
Enjoy! ;)
Paul.
I didn't hear from Indie all day until an hour ago when she texted me and said she was coming over with Josie and Embry tonight. I'd be lying if I said I didn't obsessively check my phone every five fucking minutes all day today. She makes me nervous as hell. If I can't physically reach out and touch her, I'm a jittery mess all worried something will happen to her. I think the other guys are full of shit – there's no way it gets easier.
"My dude, have a fucking beer and a chill out," Jared says, pushing a bottle into my chest. "She'll be here in like, an hour."
I roll my eyes at him and pop it open with my teeth. "Your girl lives with you, so you can shut the fuck up," I growl.
Those two are completely attached at the hip 19/7, and it'd be 24/7 if he didn't have patrol.
He smirks and pulls a bag of solo cups out from the pantry. "I'm just fucking with you, bro," he replies, tossing them on the counter. "I gotta say, I'm kinda surprised she didn't freak out."
"Yeah, me too."
Emily shuffles into the kitchen, Sam right behind with a suitcase, and takes a seat at the kitchen table. "Do not destroy my house tonight," she warns us, pointing her finger.
She's going to her mom's and Sam paid for a spa package for them for this evening, since she hates pack night. We get too competitive and loud, and Sam like's to join in and let loose, so he usually does something nice for her to get away and get a break from us.
Pack dinners she can handle, pack parties she doesn't like anymore now that she's about to have a baby.
That means lots of delivery pizza and takeout for tonight.
Sam takes her suitcase out to the car and she grabs her salt and pepper shakers off the table, holding them out to me. "Will you put these in the cupboard so they don't end up broken?"
I fight the urge to laugh and nod instead, taking them from her. She always acts like we're going to destroy the place while she's gone. The closest thing that's ever happened to that was during the NBA finals last year when Malachi tried to do a backflip in the living room and kicked the ceiling light on accident.
That was an easy fix, of course, but the wound is still fresh to Em.
Sam walks back in and smiles at her. "Ready?"
She sighs and grunts as Jared helps her out of the chair. "Please be careful tonight," she begs us, giving Jared and I each a brief hug before heading to the door.
"Of course, Em," Jared says in an angelic voice while giving me devil eyes behind her back.
Once she and Sam are gone, Jared slaps me on the back and takes a swig of his beer. "You're on food duty tonight, my dude. Sam and I bought the alcohol."
Taking a drink of my beer, I pull out my phone and hit the bookmark for the pizza place.
"I want combination!" Jared yells as he walks down the hall.
"You get what I buy!"
I order ten large pizzas and text Embry that he owes me for half of them. He sends back a middle finger emjoi. I laugh and shove my phone back into my pocket and down my beer so I can start on another.
The beers really are just a formality. Honestly, I don't even know why we buy them other than they taste good. They're basically water to our metabolisms, which is why we buy Everclear when we really want to party. It's the only thing that can get us drunk, and we spent a lot of time and money trying other things out before finally narrowing it down.
There was a lot of drinking in the beginning when we were all learning how to deal with the shit put on our shoulders. Now it's just for fun, and even a couple shots of Everclear will still wear off in less than an hour. Makes for some very expensive parties.
When the food arrives, I tip the delivery guy and switch on the stereo as I walk by with the stack of pizza boxes into the kitchen. I set them on the counter in no particular order and fish out a stack of paper plates from the cupboard.
Everyone's pretty much here now, just waiting on Sam to get back and Embry to get here with Jos and Indie. Jared's riling everyone up with bets in the living room. He bought some international fight on Pay-Per-View and put $300 on the Russian dude.
I've learned my lesson on betting with Jared, but Malachi – and even Sam – are still always putting money down with him.
I hear Embry's truck pulling up and seconds later they walk into the kitchen through the back door. Both girls' hair and makeup are done, and Indie's in some silky shorts and a thin dress top that leaves little to the imagination. She dressed up all pretty and I'm just standing here in cuffed sweats and a wife beater.
My ears hum.
The closer I get to her skin, the more my wolf starts rattling in my chest.
I pour a cider from the fridge into a solo cup and hold it out to her, smiling. "You look beautiful," I tell her.
She takes the cup into her small hand, eyes twinkling, and smiles back at me. "So do you."
I smirk and am about to pull her in for a kiss when Josie steals her. She gives me an apologetic look over her shoulder and disappears down the hall into the living room.
Cock block.
"What are you pussies doing in here?" Jared shows up to grab some pizza and refill his glass, looking back and forth between Embry and me. "Wanna take shots?"
We both shrug and watch Jared fill three cups up halfway. He hands one to each of us and then we all throw our heads back and chug. It tastes like shit, but it does the trick. I scarf down two pieces of pizza and let Jared refill my cup – to the top with vodka and Sprite – and go into the living room where everyone else is.
The girls – Josie, Kim, Indie, and Sarah – are all wedged next to each other on the couch and everyone else is kind of standing around. Jared blows past me to reclaim the armchair closest to the TV and has to wrestle both Beau and Malachi for the spot.
Sam walks in a minute later and all the guys start making noise and Embry yells, "Someone get this guy a drink!"
I chuckle and cross the room to sit on the arm of the couch next to Indie who is diligently working her way through her cider. "Hungry?" I ask her, taking a drink from my cup. "There's pizza."
She makes a face and crinkles her nose at me, shaking her head. "What are you drinking?" she asks, peering into my cup.
"Vodka and Sprite," I tell her.
"Can I have a sip?"
My hand immediately holds out my cup without even thinking. This girl's got me wrapped around her finger and I don't think she even knows it.
I watch her pretty lips mold around the rim of my cup as she takes a drink and my mind instantly goes to how good they'd look wrapped around me.
I know we're here to party and have a good time, but all I can think about is being between those long legs this morning, and how fucking good it felt. All fucking day that's been in the back of my mind. I just keep wondering what it'd be like to be inside her, how she'd respond to my touch, how quickly I'd be able to make her come.
Being this close to her isn't helping anything. Every inch of her exposed skin is like a magnet and my hands are itching to reach out and touch her.
She hands my cup back and I lean down to capture her lips with mine, sliding my tongue into her mouth to taste her under the Sprite.
I love the way she reacts when I kiss her. That little whimper, the way she tries to lean up into my mouth – everyone in the background melts away and there's just her and I.
The front door opens, which pulls her attention, and Seth walks in, thankfully without Jacob behind.
Indie laughs and waves at him. "You're alive," she jokes, yelling over the music so he can hear her.
He laughs and nods his head. "Yeah, once we got away from Paul, Jacob decided to have mercy on me."
Snorting, I watch Malachi cross the room and disappear down the hallway, then return with a bottle and a sleeve of cups from the kitchen. "Main event's bout to start!" he yells, setting the bottle down and throwing a cup at each person in the room. I catch Indie's for her and then he starts walking around the room and dumping vodka into everyone's cup.
I guess we're taking a group shot.
"You want a shot?" I ask Indie, motioning to the cup. "Tastes like shit."
"Of course she does!" Josie shouts, leaning over Kim's lap to pat her leg.
She just laughs and shrugs. "Yeah, one won't hurt."
That's debatable.
Malachi empties the bottle between everyone's cups and everyone in the room chants, "One! Two! Three!"
We all take our shots and I watch Indie's face screw up in disgust once she swallows. She chases the burn down with a long drink of her cider.
"Careful, that'll hit you any second," I warn her.
Josie, who is already drunk off her ass, immediately offers to get her another one, but she's so tiny I'm worried a second shot might literally kill her. Thankfully, she declines.
She leans back into the couch and lets her head fall against my hip. My hand wanders down and cups her jaw, thumb rubbing over her ear. "You okay?" I ask.
"I talked to Leah today for a while," her voice is quiet, but I can still hear her through all the background noise.
"Yeah?"
She nods and her eyes shut for a moment. I wouldn't be surprised if she's drunk already.
"We both decided we wouldn't hold everything in anymore."
My thumb pauses and I look down at her. Her eyes are still shut and my stomach flips, wondering what she means by that. "Okay…"
A minute of silence passes and when her eyes open, she smiles and pats the back of my hand. "So I just wanted to tell you that you're so pretty."
Yep, definitely drunk.
I snort and can't stop myself from laughing at that. She laughs too and jumps up from the couch to follow after Josie down the hall into the kitchen. I chug the rest of my cup and wave at Malachi who brought in another bottle for a refill.
The main event is in the middle of the second round when Indie walks back into the living room with another solo cup – damn it, Josie – and saunters over, practically floating, and slides into my waiting lap. She brings her cup to those plumped lips and smiles at me over the rim.
"Hey, pretty girl," I murmur, voice low. My wolf is purring. I slip an arm around her waist and press my cheek into her shoulder.
She leans into me and rubs her lips together. "What are you doing?" she asks, voice soft and temping. God, I want a taste of those lips right now.
"Watching you," I admit.
Her head turns, mouth against my ear, and whispers, "Do you like what you see?"
If only she fucking knew.
I groan quietly and try to catch her mouth, but she pulls away at the last second. Holding her cup out, she smiles at me sweetly and asks if I can hold it while she goes to the bathroom.
She knows exactly what she's doing.
My wolf paces eagerly in my chest with the thrill of the chase. I watch her disappear around the corner, a growl rumbling low in my throat, and set her cup on the end table next to mine before springing to my feet.
I realize how predatory this is as I trail around the corner, pacing quietly outside of the bathroom door. The alcohol, my wolf, the way she dangled in front of me and then pulled away last second – I'm going fucking insane.
The second she opens the door I step in and press her against the wall, trailing a finger over her lips and down her chin.
She shudders in response.
I like that.
"What are you trying to do to me?" I ask, leaning down and breathing over her neck.
Her hands grip the crook of my elbows and I catch a hint of her immediate arousal on the air. I inhale deeply and press my lips against the pulse point of her neck. I can feel her blood pounding through the artery under her skin.
She swallows under my lips and turns her mouth against my ear.
"Truthfully?" she whispers. "I'm trying to get you naked."
Green light.
I nip at her neck and take her hand, pulling her out of the bathroom and back down the hall into my room. Pinning her gently against my bedroom door, I stare down at her in search of any apprehension in those foresty orbs, but we both just have the same lustful glint in our eyes. My thumb pulls carefully down on her bottom lip, watching it snap back in place, and I feel my dick start to strain against my sweats.
Her breath comes out shakily as she looks up at me from under those thick lashes, so innocent and sweet.
I'm fucking terrified of hurting her. She's drunk, I'm drunk, and I don't want to take advantage of her but everything about her is drawing me in. Hook, line, and sinker. Her breath, her scent, the glow of her skin – my wolf is raging. I want her. I need her.
"You scare the hell out of me," I half-whisper. My voice feels scratchy in my throat. "I want you so fucking bad, but I don't know if I can control myself like this around you."
Her fingers curl into my shirt, pulling me closer. "I don't want you to control yourself," she whispers back. "I want to feel you."
I press my forehead against hers, the tips of our noses brushing, and slowly cup her jaw.
The anticipation is painful.
I want to crush my lips against hers and take her against the fucking door right here right now, but I fight myself. Instead, I tilt my head and press my lips gently against hers, feeling her melt into me with a whimper. Her lips quickly part to allow my tongue to slide in and curl around hers.
God, I love that little fucking whimper.
I drop my hands to her waist and slip beneath her flimsy shirt. Her skin is fucking perfect. Goosebumps erupt under my hands and she starts pulling at my shirt impatiently until I reach back and pull it off, our lips meeting again in a frenzy.
She's intoxicating. Not even the Everclear can get me as drunk as she does.
Her cool fingertips run over my torso and my skin tingles everywhere she touches.
Fuck, I wanna feel her against me. All of her.
I press her tiny body harder against the door, my cock pressing into her stomach.
She takes my hands and brings them to the hem of her shirt, which I happily drag up her body at an agonizingly slow pace, like unwrapping a present. As the delicate material slips over her breasts, her exposed nipples immediately harden with the touch of the cool air and I have to stop and catch my breath.
No bra.
"Fuck," I groan, mouth attaching hungrily to the side of her neck as I drop her shirt.
My hands curl around the back of her thighs and lift her with ease. Her legs wrap around my waist and I can't stop myself from rutting my hips against her. The friction provides little relief to my dick, but the way she gasps and drags her nails along my shoulders has my chest burning with fire.
I pull her away from the door, our mouths meeting again, and shove a pile of half-folded clothes onto the floor.
I'm careful not to crush her as I fall on top of her and start running my hands over her body. Her stomach, her hips, her rounded breasts that fit perfectly in my palms, and up her slender neck to cup her jaw again and slide my tongue in deeper. Her legs squeeze around my waist and her hands move along my back, leaving trails of electricity everywhere she touches.
My hips jerk between hers and my dick presses right against the apex of her thighs. The scent of her arousal is heavy in the air, now.
"You have no idea what you do to me," I pant into her mouth, dragging my lips down her jaw and to her neck. My nostrils flare with every inhale of her sweet arousal, and it makes my head dizzy.
Her hips lift against mine as she tilts her head back and exposes more of her neck to me. "I think you can probably smell what you're doing to me," she moans breathily.
A snarl rips from the base of my throat.
She's perfect.
Everything about her is so fucking perfect, and that's why she's so terrifying. Her small body feels so fragile in my hands, like she might break if I squeeze her too tight, and all I want to do right now is ravage her and make her mine. Plunge into her heat. Grip her hips. Slam into her. Hear her pretty voice moaning my name in pleasure.
A shudder runs down my spine.
She rubs herself against me again, and I know she wants me just as bad as I want her.
Fuck.
I let a hand travel down her body, between the valley of her breasts, and to the waistband of her shorts, listening intently as her heartrate increases. I yank the drawstring and tug them down her smooth legs, which fall apart like she's blooming for me.
My fingers slide tentatively through her slick folds and I press the tips of two fingers into her heat. A moan rumbles through her throat as I push them in as deep as they'll go, curling them towards the base of her stomach and watching as she comes undone with pleasure. Her hips arch into my hand and my teeth leave angry red marks along the length of her collarbone.
They look so good against the honeyed milk of her skin.
Her heat starts to clench around my fingers as I work them in and out of her, and she emits a loud moan that the guys in the living room definitely heard – but fuck 'em.
"Paul, I—" she can't even finish her sentence before her eyes are fluttering and her breath heightens. "I want you."
I inhale deeply, feeling her gush around my fingers, and let my head fall into the crook of her neck. "I don't think I'll be able to stop," my breath is ragged and pained. There's nothing more in this entire fucking world that I want more than her, but beneath the hide of my eager wolf is a small voice telling me she deserves better than this.
Better than a drunken, needy fuck.
Better than me wanting to claim her in the most intimate way possible.
But she doesn't care, reaching down and pushing my sweats down my hips. "I don't want you to stop," she says honestly, and I can tell she means it. "I know what you're thinking. Just let it happen."
A deep grunt drums in my chest.
Her small, soft hand reaches down and wraps around my dick and I can't fucking handle this. How am I supposed to be the responsible one when she's so eager for me?
My hips start moving my length through her fingers and I bite my lip so hard it starts to bleed.
"You won't hurt me." She sounds so certain, but I could. "Please."
Fuck it. I can't say no to her.
My wolf growls with desire and screams for me to take her. Mark her. Make sure everyone on this damn reservation knows she belongs to me.
No one else can ever have her.
She's mine.
I withdraw my fingers from her and sit back, wiping her wetness over my dick. I shove my sweats further down my thighs and in one swift motion, settle back between her legs and push myself in to the hilt. Her entire body shakes with the force of it and a strangled whimper escapes her lips. And I fucking purr at the sound of it.
Every part of my body is on fire.
She's so tight and hot around my throbbing dick I can feel her body pulsing with want.
I brush my lips against her ear and gently hold the back of her neck, my other arm braced against the mattress to keep myself held above her. I try to give her a minute to adjust, but before I know it I'm drawing my hips back and slamming into her again, watching the way her body jerks and her eyes roll back.
She moans my name.
I want to feel every part of her. Give her all the pleasure in the world. Kiss every inch of her skin my lips can reach.
"You're so fucking perfect," I growl huskily into her ear. She's gotta know it.
The way she looks under me, hair splayed out over my pillow, mouth parted with her soft pants – she looks like a fucking angel, and I can't even stop myself from defiling her. Like a fucking demon straight from hell.
Her head lifts and she catches my mouth in a heated kiss, her tongue immediately forcing between my lips to reach mine.
I groan, loudly, into her mouth and thrust again into her waiting body.
It's taking every ounce of my strength to keep myself from sinking my teeth into her delicate flesh and branding her as mine. She doesn't even know about the imprint yet, but just the thought of another man's hands on her silky body drives me, and my wolf, insane. He's thrashing in my chest and my throat ignites with anger.
I gotta get far away from her neck.
Breaking our kiss, I turn my head into my bicep and bite down as hard as I can, hips thrusting into her.
Her hands are everywhere.
Sliding over my back, dragging her nails along my sides, and knotting her fingers in my hair. Using that leverage, she jerks my mouth back to hers and kisses me deeply.
Jesus Christ.
It's like we're battling for dominance and excitement jolts through my body like electricity.
Let the game begin.
I sit back on my ankles and sling her legs over my thighs, tilting her hips up just enough that I can see the slight bulge of my dick in her lower belly. Giving an experimental thrust, gauging whether or not this position causes her any discomfort, she moans my name again and her hands fall slack to the pillow.
My hands squeeze at her thighs, those fucking perfect thighs, and then slide up to grip her hips as I thrust into her again. Her breasts shake with every stroke and her head starts pushing deeper into the pillow.
She can't be far away. Her body is clenched so tightly around me I'm surprised she's even held out this long.
I want to see her come undone. Really come undone. I want to see the face she makes when I push her over that threshold, my dick deep inside her. I want to see the pleasure course through her entire body limb by limb.
She's soaked, the sounds of her wetness echoing through the room, and she fits my cock like a glove now that her body is a little more relaxed. I press my palm against her lower abdomen for a second, feeling my dick pushing against her walls with each thrust, and then twist my hand to rub my thumb around her swollen clit.
That's all it takes and suddenly she's clenching around me, body quivering and chanting my name like a mantra. Her entire body bows and I use my free hand to support her lower back and keep her body arched as I thrust into her and keep my thumb at a steady pace to draw out her orgasm.
Pride swells in my chest.
I did that.
I'm the one that put that look of ecstasy on her face.
I'm the one she's coming for.
She's mine.
I could come from the thought of that alone, but I'm also so wired that I could go all night at this rate. There is no end cap to the amount of pleasure I'm willing to bring this beautiful woman. I'm not stopping until she asks me to.
Fuck the UFC match.
As she starts to come down from her orgasm, I slow my thrusts to let her finish riding it out, but almost instantly she starts clenching around me again and I think there has to be a God if this girl is already coming for me again.
I lean back over her body and her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my mouth to hers and clamping her teeth down over my bottom lip. My jaw goes slack and my hips lose rhythm as I let out an embarrassingly loud groan.
She smiles around my trapped lip and I realize she's still playing the game as she sucks it into her mouth and runs her soft tongue over it.
For a second I'm completely lost in that feeling, my thrusts all different strengths and speeds, but I regain control again when she tugs one last time on my lip and then releases it.
It's like snapping out of being hypnotized, and she smirks at me knowingly.
"You're fucking mine, you know that?" I whisper, giving her a particularly strong thrust.
Pressing my hips deeper, I force her legs to spread a little further, grinding my hips against her clit and shoving my tongue back between her lips. She whines into my mouth and pulls away, hooking her arms around my back and keeping my body close to hers.
In a touched out, weak breath, she begs, "Come with me, Paul."
Snarling, my nose dives to the pulse point of her neck and I grind my hips harder, clenching my jaw tight. Her head tilts back, displaying the expanse of her porcelain neck for me, and a growl rips through my throat.
Don't do it, Paul. Don't you fucking do it.
I'm grinding into her as hard as I can, angling my hips just right to hopefully get her to finish before me so I can pull out, but she's fighting it, like she's holding on for me. I can feel it in her body.
My jaw unhinges and my tongue slides along her neck.
Don't, Paul.
She moans loudly, nails digging into my skin. Our hips are soaked with her wetness. I suck a hickey into the side of her neck. Dark purple and deep.
Don't do it.
My balls start to tighten and my teeth nip at her skin.
Do it.
Don't do it.
Do it.
She tightens around me, whimpering my name, and pulls me closer. Heat sears down my spine and I lose it, my teeth sinking deep into the fleshy area where her neck meets her shoulder as my orgasm tears through my body. She cries out and gushes around me again, pussy tight and milking me for all I'm worth.
I careen my hips into her, pushing the head of my cock as deep as I possibly can as I spill myself inside of her. With a few deep thrusts, I empty myself completely and then freeze.
My head is perfectly clear all of the sudden – the haze gone entirely.
Shit.
What the fuck did I just do?
My stomach sinks and guilt instantly washes over me. I release her skin and stare at the bruised, pierced area of her neck where my teeth sunk through.
Fuck, Paul.
It's bleeding a little bit. Actually, quite a bit. I run my tongue over it just enough to stop the blood and kiss my way up her neck, pausing just above her lips. I don't even deserve to kiss her. My guilt only intensifies when she smiles brightly and lifts her chin to kiss me, her hands sliding down my chest and resting over my pounding heart. She gingerly moves her hips against me and I realize I'm still hard as a rock inside of her.
Someone shuffles outside the door.
I pull away from the kiss and rest my forehead against hers. "Are you okay?" I can't even hide the guilt from my voice. I can't believe I did that to her. I didn't even offer to use a condom, didn't fucking pull out, and fucking marked her.
Her eyebrows pull together and she touches my cheek. Just when she's about to say something, Jared's annoying ass voice yells, "You two gonna join the party again or what?!"
I hear Josie tell him to shut up, and Indie laughs before giving me another kiss.
Please forgive me.
I kiss the tip of her nose, praying I didn't ruin anything between us, and wince slightly as I draw my hips back and pull out my still-hard member.
Her knees pull back together and she looks like a goddess laying there as I pull my sweats back up and gather her clothes for her.
My bed is soaked and her scent is still driving me wild. I'm torn between my unbearable guilt and the urge to take her again. Remorseful but insatiable.
Her mile long legs swing over the edge of the bed and she steps back into her shorts, then smiles as she pulls that scanty shirt back over her head. Walking over to me, she wraps her arms around my waist, resting her cheek against my chest.
I enclose her in my arms and press an apologetic kiss into her hair.
"I'm fine, Paul," she tells me in a soft voice. "And I still feel it. You're perfect."
She might change her mind after she realizes I marked her without permission.
Now I really need a drink. A strong one. Like half a bottle of Everclear strong.
I can't fucking believe I took her like that.
She's all smiles and laughter sitting next to Seth on the couch.
Seth would be better for her. It pisses me off so bad, but he would. Gentle. Kind. Sweet. Innocent. Just like her. But somehow she's my imprint.
Mine.
He can't have her.
Anger bubbles in my throat.
I just marked her and still feel like I need to assert more dominance.
I've claimed her. Physically. The guys can smell me on her. But somehow it still doesn't feel like enough.
"You okay, bro?" Jared pats me on the shoulder and hands me a beer. It's not remotely enough, but it's a start.
I shake my head and pop the top off with my teeth, chugging the entire thing in one go. Jared eyes me warily and hands me his beer without a word.
Rubbing at my jaw, I lean back against the wall and bite my tongue for a second.
"I marked her."
His head whips around. "No shit? That good, huh?" Of course he makes a joke about it. I glare at him and he holds his hands up defensively. "Nothing wrong with that, my dude. She's your imprint, after all."
"I haven't even told her about it, yet."
"She's not gonna deny it," he replies nonchalantly.
"She might."
He shakes his head. "Yeah right, Josie said she was asking about it a bunch earlier."
My body tenses. They fucking told her about imprinting?
I look across the room where Embry is posted against the wall opposite us, watching us, and I know he's listening.
"Just tell her, bro. She took the wolf thing like a champ."
The wolf thing and my wolf claiming her for life are two totally different things.
I jerk my head at Embry to the door, silently asking him to come outside and talk to me. I leave Jared there and head out, finishing the last beer I'm gonna have tonight and setting it on the table by the door.
Embry comes out a minute later and shuts the door behind himself. "Okay, for reference, I didn't say anything to her about it."
I give him a blank look that tells him I don't believe him.
"Dude, I swear. I woke up and they were already talking about it. And before you get all mad at Jos, she didn't tell her you imprinted on her."
"She doesn't know I imprinted?" I clarify.
He shakes his head. "She just knows about imprinting."
I run a hand through my hair and then rub my jaw. "I already marked her."
His eyes go wide. "Oh, well… Shit."
All the imprints have them – the marks. Well, except Sarah, because she's a prude and her and Malachi haven't fucked yet.
It's kind of a possessive and disgusting thing in a way. It's something we do to solidify the imprint – to fully incorporate them into the pack. Usually we do it after they've accepted the imprint, because there's no going back, but now I've kind of given Indie no choice.
"You know she cares about you," Embry says. "It'll be fine. She'll accept it."
Hopefully, because if not, I just ruined that girl's life.
A/N: I'm not even ashamed ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ thanks for reading as always! Leave me a review if you have time xx