My heart beat felt heavy as it thudded in my chest. I watched as Gil’s face shifted from shock to something much darker. He shifted his weight over me like our roles had changed. I, being a helpless human, mounted by a starved wolf.

       “ What does that mean? Why do you feel like… you need to be owned?” Gil said in a strange voice. Almost like disbelief and pain.

       ‘Does he truly not know of what it is to be in a pack? I would have guessed someone of his status, or someone who used to be the leader of the Hunteress would know about the things he hunted?’ I thought as a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead.

      “ It’s not a matter of me wanting to be owned. I am… owned. A pact is a blood bond in a sense. As pupps we are given to our leader and trained under them. If we are useful, we are taken in by them. If not, we would become lone wolves.” I licked my lips nervously, I'd never really put words to my life. It felt wrong and unsettling to speak of it, knowing how foreign it would be to him, a human. I cleared my throat and continued,

       “ So, If you truly want me to follow you, you must break the bond with my pact.”

       “ And how do I do that?” he spoke with a deep tone. I could feel the heat of his anger but he did well to not show signs of it.

Subconsciously I moved my hand to the back of my neck.

        “ You must mark your fangs into the nape of my neck.” I breathed.

The room seemed to fall silent as a dark shadow cast on Gil’s face from his long brown hair. Only small traces of the blue light cast on his lips and chin. He sat up on his knees, not even the bed seemed to dare to make a creek as he unfastened the gold crest holding his red cloak on his shoulders. The weight of the cloth was deafening as it fell to the side of the bed.

My blood began to run cold as those eyes looked down on me, flickering like green spring leaves, dancing in the wind.

His hands moved to the end of my shirt, and the tips of his fingers tickled my hips.

I felt a small breath escape my lips as the rough hands crept their way up my core. I forget how large his hands are till he touches me. Gil’s fingers brush the back of my ribs as his palms cusp my front. I tilt my head back and gasp as his thumbs find my nipples.

        ‘Was he purposely trying to excite me? I can’t seem to read him at all,’ I thought as I squinted my eyes shut, feeling my cheeks redden from how lustrous I’d felt.

        Gently he rubs them in circular strokes, then gives them a small flick as his other fingers tighten around my ribs. With an exotic breath, Gil lifts my back lightly pulling my shirt above my head. But before he completely removed the cloth, he cupped my hands together with just one of his. I felt an aggressive growl building in my chest as my eyes snapped open. Being pinned excited me but also made me anxious. Gil’s emerald eyes met mine with such power I felt my body shaking. I bit my lip and let out a soft whine as I wiggled in his hand.

        “ Your skin does not mark easy, will I even be able to? Will it hurt if I do?” Gil said in a sweet whisper. I nodded my head, afraid my voice would crack if I spoke.

The small worry in his brow made my heart flutter. His grip loosened around my wrist.

         “ Please, I want to go with you. Please do it.” My breaths felt uneven as I felt the desire to weep. I whispered his name as he leaned his lips into mine.

So soft and the faint taste of blood lingered on his tongue.

Gods I loved his taste,

His scent.

His touch.

This free hand trailed down my exposed chest making me shiver again. His fingers traced down my side to my hip where he dug his thumb into it. Gasping into his mouth as I arched my back, he chuckled and placed his forehead to mine.

       “ I love your sounds.” he whispered against my lips.

I couldn't hold back a moan as his free palm ran down my groin. He gripped at my pants and ran his finger between my cheeks as far as the cloth would allow him. But it was enough to make my body jerk with desire.

       “Gil, please,” I said breathless.

        “ I want to make you feel good first,” he said before kissing me more. His tongue swirled around mine as my hips rolled on his palm, begging for more attention. I tried to pull my hands free of his grip but he wasn't having it. I could feel him smile as he kissed me more. Sliding his fingers into the rim of my pants.

He made a soft teasing gasp as his fingers found my erection

         “ You’re dripping like this already? I’ve hardly touched you, Alric.”

He trailed his fingers down the base of my cock and slid them up again, coating me in my own precum. My hips continued to buck as he stroked me harder, his fingers slowly moving closer to my entrance with each downstroke. My breaths were becoming pants as I could feel myself coming close to climax. I leaned my body closer to his, trying to sound as sweet as my panting would let me

         “ Please, I want to touch you too."

        He arched an eyebrow at me. I was extremely jealous of those who could do that. I felt myself pout a bit as he smiled slyly at me. I tugged my hands again, this time he loosened his grip. Allowing my right hand to go free. I ran it into his silky brown hair, and he seemed to melt at my touch. I cupped the back of his head and pulled him into a deep kiss. His groan of pleasure made my dick pulse in his palm. He stroked me faster as I pulled him by his hair this way and that. Deepening our kiss and biting his lips. My voice bounced in the room as I was reaching my organism. My hand gripped his hair harder as he moved his head down to my waist setting my other hand free. With a shocked cry I felt his mouth slip over my cock. Instantly I grabbed both sides of his head to pull him away but he brought himself down deeper. I could feel the tip rub the back of his tight throat and my eyes rolled back.

        The sound I made surely was not pleasant. A mix of a moan and scratched groan. But I didn't care. His tongue felt so good as it slid up and down the bottom of my cock. His deep moans as I flowed into his mouth and throat, vibrating threw me as my hips shook for more of him.

        Realizing what I had done, I looked around for something for him to spit in. He looked up at me with a smile and sat up on his knees. One hand pulled the string of his pants loose, setting his enormous swollen cock free. While the other went to his lips where he dribbled its contents onto his palm. I watched in such erotic shock as he stoked himself with my cum. He made a unbelievably sexy smirk as he looked down at me.

        “ Take them off” He said with a flick of his finger to my pants.