CHAPTER 15: MARK YOU

The following day.

Alpha Maxwell woke up first. He carefully untangled himself from Naomi’s arms, careful not to wake her up. He draped a blanket over her body and went to the bathroom to empty his bladder.

Done in the bathroom, he returned to bed and stared at Naomi’s beautiful face.

Last night was a blast. The most enjoyable sexual encounter he’s had in a long time. After he lost his fated mate in a hunting accident five years ago, his heart died along with her. But last night, he didn’t expect he would feel alive again because of Naomi.

Could Naomi be his second chance mate? The woman who could replace the empty space his mate had vacated in his heart. Is Naomi his second chance to achieve lifetime happiness?

He stared at her pretty face for a long time, remembering how glorious their lovemaking was last night.

Sex with his fiancee, Deborah, the woman specifically chosen by his father for him to marry, is nothing but ordinary. He accepted Deborah as his girlfriend because his father was thinking of merging their family businesses together to create the most powerful business alliance in the entire werewolf business community.

His relationship with Deborah was arranged purely for business mergers. Sex with Deborah is the usual slam dunk with no long-lasting meaning in his heart.

But sex with Naomi was different. He enjoyed it so much.

He smiled and removed several strands of hair covering Naomi’s face.

Right now, while staring at her face, he wants to mark her as his woman. She wouldn’t agree for sure. She only agreed to have penetration sex with him so they could have a baby and leave the place together.

The need to mark her as his woman grows stronger in his mind and heart. But how can he convince her to allow him to mark her? He doesn’t want to use force on her.

Sighing heavily, he picked up their clothes from the floor and put them on the bed. Then he performed some pushups on the floor to condition his body.

He was busy thinking about how to convince Naomi to allow him to mark her. The need to mark her is so strong that it’s the only thing he can think of while doing push-ups on the floor.

Naomi stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes slowly. She looked around the room and found her handsome companion doing pushups on the floor.

He smiled, greeting her cheerily, "Good morning, sweetie. How’s your sleep?"

"Great!" She smiled brightly. "Continue doing your pushups," she says, looking at him, admiring his sculpted body. What a great way to wake up to a new day.

She blushed when she remembered everything that occurred between them. She finally surrendered to him last night and, surprisingly, it made her feel good. Their situation will improve significantly starting today.

Their lovemaking was enjoyable, making her happy and satisfied. She wanted more from him. She wanted a hundred repeats of their enjoyable sexual escapades from last night. Sex with him was addictive, the kind of addiction that she started to crave.

Finished admiring his broad shoulders, strong buttocks and muscular body, she left the bed and entered the bathroom for her morning routine.

Breakfast arrived while she was inside the bathroom. The trays containing their food were already on the bed.

"Let’s eat, sweetie," he told her after exiting the bathroom.

"OK," she replied with a smile.

They ate their delicious breakfast in comfortable silence. The awkwardness between them magically disappeared after getting intimate last night.

After breakfast, they watched an interesting travel documentary together.

"Let’s cuddle, sweetie," he said, offering his arms to her.

She smiled and settled into his warm embrace. She rested her head on his shoulder.

He planted a kiss on her head. "I’m glad you are not moody today after what happened to us last night," he said, trying to guess what she was thinking in her head right now.

She smiled sweetly. "I’m not mad anymore. I have already accepted my fate. You and I are meant to be in each other’s lives for a short time, so why go against the tide? I will just enjoy your company to save myself from sadness and frustration," she answered wisely.

Alpha Maxwell grinned, glad to hear her smart answer. "I’m happy to hear you are ready to cooperate with me, sweetie. You have finally come around. Your cooperation will speed up the process of you conceiving a baby," he said, his tone serious.

Sighing, she responded, "We’re already here. The only thing for me to do is follow your lead and go with the flow for our survival and freedom," she said with a hint of bitterness in her tone.

Alpha Maxwell raised a brow. "Why? You didn’t enjoy our lovemaking last night?" he asked.

"Honestly, I enjoyed it. Your skills in bed are amazing," she said, smiling, blushing hard.

"That’s good to know. We can always do it again anytime of the day," he said suggestively with a wink.

"You mean now?" she asked, blushing more.

"Yeah, why not? Once the TV and lights are off and the room is dark, we can do anything. Nothing can stop us. This room is our little paradise," he said, nibbling her earlobes with the intention of seducing her. Her intoxicating scent had already turned him on, making his cock twitch impatiently between his legs.

Fuck he is feeling horny right now.

She looked into his eyes. "You are always horny," she commented, laughing merrily.

"Yes, I’m always horny because you smell so good. I want to fuck you nonstop right now," he said huskily, his voice thick with lust.

"Not now. Let’s do it in the evening before we go to sleep tonight," she said, turning off the TV because she needed to ask him an important question.

He sighed. "OK, as you wish."

She said, "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot, what is it that you want to know about me?" he asked.

"Um, is Deborah your fated mate?" she inquired.

"No. My fated mate died five years ago during a hunting trip accident in the jungle with her cousins," he replied sadly.

"Oh, sorry to hear that," she said sincerely.

"It’s okay, I have already healed and moved on from the pain of losing her. Life must go on," he responded with a smile.

"So, is Deborah a good replacement for your fated mate who has already passed away?" she asked.

"Honestly, she’s not. They have different personalities. If I have a choice, I will choose you over Deborah," he said, his tone sincere.

Her eyes widened. "What? But why? Why are you saying that?"

"Because you and I have this physical attraction that feels so right, a chemistry that is hard to explain. I enjoy having sex with you, but when it comes to Deborah, the sex feels ordinary, not memorable. There’s nothing special about her. I will break up with her after we leave this place," he said.

"But why?" she asked, confused by his sudden change of mind.

"Because I don’t want to get married to a woman I don’t have feelings for. I don’t like her. I don’t love her," he said, his eyes flashing with determination.

"I don’t know what to say," she said, shaking her head, startled by his sudden decision to discard his fiancee. "I think you have made the wrong decision. You can’t discard your fiancée just like that..."

"Sweetie, don’t worry about it. Let’s not talk about her anymore," he said. "So, how are you and Edison? He is my classmate in college. He is a womanizer. You will do better without him in your life. You deserve a better man," he said.

"You think so? We are planning to marry next year. Our family arranged it," she said glumly. Honestly, her boyfriend is not husband material.

"I see, we are forced to marry people we don’t like just because of our families’ ambition and greed. Sad, isn’t it?" he asked.

"Yeah. Pleasing my family is my only goal in life. That’s what my father drilled into my head while growing up," she said gloomily.

They fell silent, thinking about the complexity of their personal lives.

"Alright, let’s stop talking about our families. Talking about them only adds more to our problems," he said somberly.

"OK," she agreed.

"Here in this room, it’s just you and I, no families dictating us. We can do anything we want with each other," he said, tickling her side.

Naomi erupted in laughter. She fought back and tickled his sides. He chuckled in amusement.

She was breathless when he stopped tickling her. She rested her head on his chiseled chest, inhaling his masculine scent. He patted her head affectionately.

They cuddled on the bed, enjoying each other’s company.

A few moments later.

"I’m horny, sweetie," he whispered in her ears.

He lifted her body and settled her comfortably on top of him. "This is much better," he said, nuzzling her earlobes. He grabbed a blanket and covered their bodies in it.

She giggled. "What are you doing?" she asked when she felt his hand sneaking underneath her top, capturing her breasts, stroking and kneading them.

"Pleasuring your tits," he replied huskily, biting her earlobes.

"Oh yesss, so good," she moaned.

His other hand ventured lower and sneaked underneath her lacy underwear, skimming over her throbbing core already wet with desire and anticipation. "Sweetie, your pussy is already wet," he whispered, rubbing her core up and down.

"Ahhhh ahmmm so gooood don’t stop." She moaned in ecstasy when he inserted two fingers inside her silky fold and began rubbing her pussy vigorously. His other hand was busy stroking her breast, producing an intense sensation gripping her body. Her face contorted in ecstasy. She kept moaning deliriously. "Ahhh ahhmm so goood."

His cock turned rock solid between his legs, ready to impale her softness. He removed her wet-soaked lacy panties and discarded his briefs, freeing his throbbing cock, ready to enter her from behind, the tip of his cock ready to enter her slippery wet pussy.

"Sweetie, can I mark you now? I want to mark you as my woman," he said, asking for her permission.

Naomi froze.