Chapter 12

Dylan

J ackson closed the door behind them and locked it. Dylan stood before her bed and watched him run his eyes up and down her body. His eyes were predatory without the glow of his wolf at this moment. She thought about running to her bathroom just to trigger him but thought that might not be a good idea. With their bond not completed, it would make him chase her, hold her down, and mark her so she couldn't take off again.

Not exactly a bad thing.

The room was three times as big as her bedroom. It had a similar layout: a bed in the middle of the back wall, with the bathroom to the right. When they stepped into the room, a small couch and two chairs faced a TV mounted on the wall to her right. A wall stood to separate it a little from the rest of the room, but not a third one to enclose it. Off to the left was a small kitchen. There was a stove, a fridge, a sink, and two cabinets. The bed looked to be at least king size, but to Dylan, it looked even bigger than that.

Dylan was picking up his thoughts as he stood across the room. He wasn't sure how he wanted to mark her since he wasn't sure what she liked. He was battling his wolf for dominance after their vows since the last mate gave up on him. He had already annoyed her once with his possessiveness and didn't want to do it again. Dylan frowned at hearing him not being the confident guy she had seen over the last twenty-four hours. She wanted to tell him to stop but knew that wouldn't work. Once someone breaks the heart of the wolf, it's very hard to convince them it won't happen again.

I need to do something.

"Jackson, get your fine ass over here and mark me as yours."

His eyes glowed green for a moment before he closed the distance between them in a blink. He wrapped her up in his arms and buried his nose in her neck. "I might scare you if I don't calm myself down right now."

"I'm not scared of you, Jackson. I'm not scared of your wolf, either. I told you I wanted to do this. I'm not delicate either."

Dylan reached under his shirt and ran her hands up his stomach, feeling his chiseled muscles under her fingers, and then made her way to his back. Jackson sighed at her touch, pressing her a little harder against him. He was being cautious and thinking he would hurt her if he didn't calm himself. Dylan used her nose to nudge his face as the thought went through his mind. He turned his head, and she pressed her lips to his, nibbling his bottom lip to show him that she wasn't delicate and wanted this as much as he did. The bond between them flared at their kiss, and they moaned as the magic filled their chest. Jackson broke the kiss first, let her go, and went to the bathroom. He brought out a few hand towels and a bowl of water. Dylan saw the steam floating above it as he placed it down on the bedside table.

"Should I strip down now, or do you want that fun?" She asked him.

He smiled at her. "Strip for me."

Dylan slowly took off her dress, never allowing her eyes to look away from his as she did. He watched her, and the predatory look came back. Dylan flashed him a smile when the dress fell to her ankles, and she kicked it away. Jackson looked her over, and she noticed his fingers wiggling at his sides like he was fighting the urge to throw her on the bed.

"Your turn," she told him.

Jackson slowly pulled off his button-up shirt first, showing off his perfect physique as he did. When he unbuttoned his pants, she noticed he made a face.

"What?"

"Totally not fair that I had more clothes on than you. I can't be all sexy and try to show I need you by taking off more clothes than you."

Dylan laughed. "What? That makes no sense."

He smiled as he threw his pants off to the side and walked over to her. She had to tilt her head back just a little to be able to look at his face. A piece of purple hair fell in front of her eye, and Jackson gently pushed it behind her ear before cupping her face with his hands.

"I just wanted to see you smile, so it makes perfect sense."

Dylan scoffed and rolled her eyes, but he kissed her before she could say what she had on her mind. Through the bond, he poured into how much he wanted her and loved her already. The good thing about finding a mate who actually wanted the mate bond was finding someone who loves everything about their mate as soon as the bond is established. They know why the Goddess chose this person for them and immediately accept how it was the part of their soul that was missing all this time. In his thoughts, he loved how sure of herself Dylan was, how she stood up for herself, and how she told it like it was to whoever was ticking her off. Dylan made sure to keep the bond open so he could feel what she felt, too. She thought about how she loved his confidence, his knowing what he wanted and going for it, and even his playfulness. While pouring their thoughts and feelings into the bond, Jackson moved one hand to the back of her neck and the other around the small of her back. She felt him pull her neck to the side, and he kissed down her jaw and onto her neck. Her breath caught when he scraped his teeth against her sensitive skin where his bite mark would be. She shivered as chills went through her body at his touch.

"I love the way you respond to my touch." He kissed where he scraped his teeth. Would you like me to bite you now?" Another kiss with another scrape of his teeth. "Or would you like me to play a little more?"

Dylan was practically panting at this point, and if he weren't holding up her body with his arm, she'd be on the floor. She ran her hand down his chest and stomach before settling on his hard cock. She felt his breath catch, and then a low growl emitted from his throat. "I can play, too, you know," she told him before moving her hand around until it was underneath his boxers.

He grabbed her hand, took it out of his boxers, lifted her up, and walked over to the edge of the bed near the bedside table. He sat down and moved her so she could straddle him. Jackson looked at her seriously for a moment before he kissed her again. He broke it sooner than she wanted, and Dylan let out a whine. He chuckled and kissed her quickly again.

"I want you to mark me first," he told her. "You outrank me even though I am a ranking wolf. I want your wolf to know she not only outranks me but has a power over me that I won't refuse."

Dylan blinked at him. This was not how marking usually went. The men always marked the females first. She wasn't sure why, but she knew that was always how it usually went. She didn't argue, though. This was what Jackson wanted. The feelings he had toward it were exactly what he said. He may have been equal to her now that they were mates, but his wolf would bow to Dylan if she ever held that over him. Not like she would. She had no reason to, but it made her and her wolf happy to know Jackson and his wolf not only stood beside her as mates, but he would stand in front of her if she needed protection and behind her if she chose to lead. That was something she always wanted in a mate. All the males tried to make her submit to them because she was a female. Jackson doesn't want her to submit to him unless she wants.

Dylan smiled at him and kissed him fiercely to show her approval of what he said. She took a play out of his book and slowly kissed down his jaw and then onto his neck. Her wolf pushed to the surface, and Dylan felt her canines slide down inside of her mouth. The tips of her fangs gently caressed his skin, and Dylan felt Jackson's body shiver under her touch. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and another on his chest before she bit down into his neck. The magic surged through her and her wolf's soul, stitching with Jackson's as she pulled a little of Jackson's blood into her mouth. His blood tasted similar to his scent, and she moaned as she felt the magic settle.

I love hearing that sound, He told her through their bond.

Dylan pulled back, ran her tongue along her marks to seal them to allow the magic to close the wound, and licked her lips. Jackson followed the movement of her tongue and groaned. She grinned at him.

"Teasing you too much?"

Jackson replied by grabbing the back of her neck and dragging it down to his mouth so he could sink his teeth into her. The magic buzzed through her body, practically setting it on fire as the bond was completely stitched together. She felt when he drew some of her blood into his mouth, and it sent heat through her body and then sizzled at the pit of her stomach. His free hand pulled her close to him, and she felt his hardness between her legs. She rocked her hips, making him groan against her neck before she felt his tongue lick her neck to close the wound.

She could hear him think about how he had never been told how this felt, and he wished he could have done it all over already. Tasting her blood and feeling their bond stitch together was addicting.

You can bite me anytime you want, handsome.

You better believe I'm not done biting you tonight.

Jackson reached over and grabbed a towel to dip in the hot water and wiped off her neck. He tried to clean his own off, but Dylan grabbed it from him to do it herself. It was part of the ritual to clean each other off, signifying they would always meet the other's needs. When she dropped the towel back on the bedside table, Jackson flipped her off of him and onto the bed.

She felt the weight of his body on top of her and then his lips against hers. He grabbed her wrists and held them down against the bed as he explored her mouth and anywhere else he could reach. She felt his hard cock rubbing against her clit, making her moan and wrapping her legs around his waist. Jackson let go of her wrist and slowly kissed down the front of her body. He removed her black lacy panties and flicked his tongue between her folds. Dylan opened her legs further to give him more access, and Jackson used it to his advantage to work his magic. He slowly found a rhythm of moving between her folds, sucking onto her clit, and plunging inside of her until she squirted onto his face. Jackson growled before licking every drop he could and repeated the process. Dylan would move her hips to help him along before he lifted her up by her ass so he could plunge his tongue deeper. She screamed his name before she felt her cum dripping on his face.

Jackson placed her onto the bed, and she heard movement before she felt his length slide into her. She wiggled her hips to adjust to his width, and then he rocked his hips at the same pace he moved his tongue. She felt the coils of her orgasm building inside her before he stopped his movement. Dylan growled at him, lifted her head, and bit into the mark she made earlier. Jackson sucked in the air, and his body went rigid.

"Don't do that again." He commanded.

Dylan let go and looked at him in his eyes. "Or what?"

"I'll make you regret it."

"Is that a challenge?"

Jackson slammed himself back into her, deeper and harder each time, bringing Dylan to the edge, and then stopped again. Dylan growled and slammed her hands down on the bed. He moved his body, so he was a little out of her reach and had a cocky grin on his face. Dylan smirked, moved her hands to his hips, and found a sensitive spot she knew about, and dug her claws into it. Jackson's pupils dilated, and she felt him twitch inside of her. She chuckled before Jackson lowered his mouth to her ear.

"Apologize."

Dylan shuddered at his tone, playful but dominating. She felt her legs shake as the sound of his voice practically sent her over the edge. With his neck close to her again, Dylan nipped at his mark again. Jackson grabbed her by the throat, just enough to put pressure on her windpipe, and slammed into her as he did before. Dylan wrapped her legs around him to steady herself but screamed each time she felt him deep inside her. Jackson kept the pace until she went hurtling off the edge. The waves of her orgasm went through her body, tightening every muscle until they hurt. She felt Jackson let go of her neck, lower himself on her, and then his teeth found her mark again. Her body convulsed as the sensitive spot pushed another wave of orgasm into her, and Jackson groaned as he climaxed inside her.

He hugged her body to his and rolled onto his back. Dylan could barely use her limbs as she allowed the aftermath to run through her. She felt his chest rumble, his wolf telling her how happy he was to have her this close to them. Her wolf perked up and did the same.

"I never had anything like that before. Have you?" He asked her.

Dylan shook her head. "No. It's never been that way with anyone."

Jackson rolled again, somehow scooped Dylan in his arms, and walked toward the bathroom. Dylan didn't protest since her limbs were pretty much Jello after the orgasms Jackson had given her. It was a luxurious ensuite where the tub was separate from the shower. The tub was deep enough to appear like a small pool, and by the looks of it, it could be turned into a jacuzzi. Jackson put her on the counter across from the tub next to the sink and then walked back to the tub to turn it on. He checked the temperature of the water until he was satisfied and then put the plug down. Dylan watched him walk back over to her with determination. She protested when he picked her up again by kicking and moving around, but he wasn't having it.

"It is my job to take care of you. Stop fighting me."

"I don't need help getting into a damn tub, Jackson."

He lowered her into the tub anyway. She wiggled enough to slip out of his grip. Dylan was thankful she was not too far up from the bottom of the tub, so she didn't fall far. Her body made a plop into the already-welling water. It was warm to the touch, and she sighed at how good it felt against her skin. Dylan noticed everything was white with silver, gray, and green accents. The tile was a mixture of the colors on the floor, and the wall was painted a soft green. The shower was enclosed behind her and looked to have a lot of fancy tech, so it could practically be a spa.

Jackson walked out of the room, and Dylan whimpered at feeling him apart from her. She frowned and then let out a growl. It was the downside of having a bond—it made it unbearable to be away from each other. Their bond flared, and she felt Jackson pour his feelings into it. Warmth spread through her body, and she sighed as the bond stopped, making her want to jump out of the tub and run after him.

Relax, Luna Mine. I am getting us some food. I'm not done with you yet.

Her chest rumbled at hearing his voice in her head, Hurry up. The water is kind of cold.

Then, add more to it.

She eye-rolled so hard it hurt, I guess I need to be more literal with you.

Woman. Don't test me. I'll show you why you shouldn't talk to me like that.

Dylan chuckled and didn't say anything else. Instead, she sent him images of her ideas of what they could do inside this jacuzzi when he got back. She heard his wolf rumble through their bond, causing her to smile. The tub was filled to nearly her breasts, and Dylan used her foot to turn the water off. She laid back her head and closed her eyes.

I am mated. I didn't even guess that would happen.

It didn't feel like she thought it would. Part of her was annoyed at Jackson being overbearing and possessive already, but at least it wasn't more often than not. From all the stories she heard, even the need to be with him at all times wasn't as bad as she thought. She had moments of feeling that way, but Jackson already knew how to pour into the bond to make it feel less potent. She already loved his touch and craved it the moment they weren't anymore. That should scare her because she didn't want the bond because of things like this, but instead, it made her feel whole. The fact that he left the room and she whined at him annoyed her, but his ability to send her his thoughts on what he was doing and why calmed her. There were more benefits to the bond than people led on.

I do hate that I feel calmer, though.

Her wolf perked up; He balances us. That's what mates do.

I'm more annoyed that my parents were right. Her wolf said nothing. We still have Silas to deal with.

He'll come around.

Jackson came back with a plate of food and bottles of water. The plate had two double cheeseburgers with everything imaginable on them and fries. The scent of the savory meat, creamy cheese, ketchup and pickles, and sweet tomato filled her nose, and her mouth watered. Her stomach growled as fiercely as her wolf, and Dylan moved herself to sit up so she could devour it. Jackson placed the plate on the shelf of the jacuzzi, along with the water, grabbed a towel from a cabinet, laid it on the floor, and then sat down on the towel.

Dylan whined at him. "Why aren't you in the tub with me? This thing could fit like six people."

He laughed. "I'm going to eat out here. I know me. You won't be able to take me anywhere without food getting on something."

"Good to know," she said to him before grabbing the burger and shoving it into her mouth. Dylan moaned as the taste danced along her tongue. She ate the burger in four bites and then made her way through the fries. Jackson ate silently with a smile on his face. "What are you smiling about?"

He chuckled. "I don't know. I've had a few dates in my life. None of the girls I was with ever ate in front of me. I found it weird, too. We are Werewolves. Why does it matter that I know you eat?"

Dylan rolled her eyes and tried not to let herself get pissed off hearing how he was with other girls. The bond pulsed, and she was reminded that it was now settled inside of her. Jackson was hers. No girl could sway him away from her even if they tried. Instead, she swallowed her hatred of what the bond was doing to her and responded, "Girls are stupid."

"A girl calling other girls stupid? I thought girls were their own pack."

Dylan chortled. "Yes and no. I do not just support girls who treat others horribly. I would kill them if I could because that's not true for me. The pack is supportive through thick and thin. The kind of girls I'm calling stupid are only supportive when it's stabbing you in the back. No thanks. Serafine? Yes. I will defend that girl with my dying breath; she is not stupid. Camilla? No. I'd strangle her before I'd call her smart." Dylan glanced at him while tilting her head. "Were you two a thing?"

Jackson frowned. "Sort of."

Dylan growled. The feeling of jealousy returned, knowing he was with Camilla before her. Her claws lengthened, and she needed to shut her eyes while taking deep breaths to calm herself. She fought the pangs of jealousy right in her heart. Jackson poured how he felt into the bond again. This time, he sprinkled it with images and thoughts he had of her. The first one was what he thought of her when he first saw her. He felt the pull in his chest and couldn't believe she was possibly his mate. Especially after she stood up to Camilla. He loved how she commanded the room and shut Camilla down so swiftly that no one else could argue. Then came the memory of the bond opening. How he fought the urge to weep in her neck because he was given a second chance at having a mate and hoped to their Goddess that Dylan wouldn't reject him, too. The image of her in her dress walking toward them for their ceremony was next. His heart fluttered at the sight of her, and it took everything in him not to throw her over his shoulder and run to this room immediately instead of going through the ceremony. Each memory had a theme. No one else existed outside of her. His eyes were only on her when she was in the room, and he reminded her the bond would make it so that it would happen in every room they were in together, until their final breath.

Mine.

When she looked up at him, Jackson stood up and entered the jacuzzi. He pulled her into his lap and made her straddle him. His hand was on the back of her neck before she knew it and dragged her down to his face. Jackson kissed her fiercely, and she felt him grow hard underneath her. Dylan ran her hands up his chest, his neck, and then through his hair as he devoured her. When he pulled her away, they were both breathing hard, and she felt her lips being bruised from it.

"I will remind you every damn time that I am yours if I hear those thoughts in your head. I don't give a shit about any other girl on this planet. You are mine , Dylan. If I have to spend the rest of my life reminding you of that, so be it. I'll dedicate my life to showing you that you have nothing to worry about."

Dylan leaned her forehead on his. "I know. You can't tell me it's easy knowing you aren't my first."

Jackson let out a low growl and it made her chuckle. Jackson sighed before continuing. "No. It isn't. It's not going to be easy going out to school after tomorrow knowing you'll be around a bunch of unmated males either. If I was given a second chance mate, why can't they? They will touch you just to find out if you are fated to them like you were me. I understand females are given multiple mates. That's not going to stop me from wanting to keep you to myself until you are bonded to them."

"See. I'm not the only one in this relationship that feels this way."

"I know. How about I show you how you don't have to worry about other females moving forward? Males are only bonded to one. I am bonded to you. You have nothing to worry about."

Dylan bit her lip. "What about your ex?"

"She is just that—an ex. I don't feel the bond to her at all anymore. It's not there within my soul. It's only you, and it will only ever be you. If she petitions the Goddess to restore it, I'll argue with her for it not to be. I don't care."

"You'll argue with our Goddess for me?"

Jackson smirked. "Baby, I'll burn the world down for you and piss on the ashes with a smile on my face."

He gently pushed her off him and then got out of the tub. He grabbed another towel to dry off and turned his body to look at her. "Get out of the tub and dry off."

Dylan lifted a brow at him. "Commanding are we?"

"Yeah. Get your ass out of that tub and onto the bed. I said I wasn't done with you. I will show you how much you need to worry about someone else."

Something about his voice made Dylan jump out of the tub, dry herself off with the towel he tossed to her, and run to the bed. Jackson was on her heels and pushed her down on the bed, her face hitting the mattress. She felt his hardness pressed against her entrance, just as hard and thick as last time.

"This is what you do to me." She felt herself become slick as he leaned down to her ear. "Only you can do this to me." Dylan moaned as he slammed into her and opened her legs with his knee before he picked up his pace. Dylan matched his speed and bounced her ass to his rhythm. She felt his hand slap against her cheek, just hard enough to get her attention. "You continue doing that, and this won't last as long as I want it to." Dylan lifted herself on her toes to give him better access, and he continued to show her what he meant. The pleasure racked through her body and had her screaming his name within seconds. He grabbed onto her hips to drive into her harder, hitting the spot with such roughness it pushed her over the edge instantly. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but her throat became dry, and her moans became hoarse. When she felt him slip out of her, she whimpered and then felt him flip her over. He was inside of her again, this time with her legs against his chest and her ankles by her ears. Jackson lifted her slightly and leaned into her, sending himself deeper inside of her. Dylan could barely get a moan out before she felt him twitch against a sensitive spot, making every inch of her tense as waves of her orgasm went through her. She heard him groan, and then he parted her legs and fell on top of her.

Dylan managed to wrap her arms around him as she drifted off to sleep.

Now that made this bond worth it already.