Marking His Territory

~SERIS

Darkness swallowed everything. The blindfold tightened at the back of my head, anchoring me to the void. My breath came faster, shallow and ragged.

​"Sylus—"

​"Don't speak." His voice was ice against my ear, a freezing contrast to the heat radiating from his body. "Just feel me.”

​My dress pooled at my feet, a useless silk ghost. I stood there bare, blind, and completely at his mercy. His calloused hand cupped my jaw—the only warning I received before his mouth crashed onto mine.

​His tongue thrust past my lips, demanding entry, demanding everything. I whimpered, hating how easily I melted, how my hands instinctively reached for him. He caught my wrists mid-air and pinned them behind my back with a single hand.

​"No touching."

​"Why—"

​His teeth sank into my lower lip hard enough to sting. I gasped against his mouth, granting him full entry as he infiltrated me with his wicked tongue, plundering my thoughts in dizzying, primal sweeps of passion.

​He released my wrists only to shove me backward. The bed caught me, the mattress dipping low. I heard the frantic rustle of fabric and the heavy thud of a belt hitting the floor. Then, his weight pressed me down. His mouth dipped again, grazing my throat and lighting every nerve. I threw my head back, his lips setting my skin on fire. He bit a path down my neck; sparks shot straight between my thighs and my back arched off the sheets.

​I desperately wanted to see his face and touch him, to feel if his heart raced with the same violent rhythm as mine. But the blindfold kept me prisoner in the dark, just as he had intended.

​His hand slid between my legs, large, deft fingers parting me and finding how slick I already was.

​"Fuck," he muttered against my collarbone. It was the first crack in his control, the first hint that he wanted this as much as I did. “This dripping cunt,” he snarled, “is all mine.”

​His fingers circled my throbbing clit, teasing me to the very edge of sanity before he thrust two fingers inside. Carnal electricity raked through my spine, a broken moan ripping from my mouth. My body didn't care that my heart was shattered; it only wanted more.

​"That's it." His voice dropped to a lower, rougher note. "Give me everything.”

​He withdrew his fingers. In the darkness of my mind, I heard the wet, unmistakable sound of him sucking them clean.

​"Fuck," he breathed again. Then his mouth crashed onto mine once more. "Taste yourself on my tongue."

​Our tongues tangled. I tasted my own salt and musk mixed with him. My thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm. Before I could even process the intimacy of it, he captured my swollen lips. Nothing existed in the universe but the friction of his skin and the weight of his command.

​I felt him shift, positioning himself between my thighs. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, pushing in slowly, sliding past my sensitive folds.

​"You take me in so good." He drove into me in one brutal thrust. "So fucking tight, and all for me.”

​I cried out—pain and pleasure mingling into a single, sharp chord. He was huge, stretching me, filling me until I couldn't breathe, until all I could feel was him. He didn't give me time to adjust before he pulled back and surged again, sheathing himself to the hilt. My walls clamped down hard with every torturous drag of his girth. I throbbed around him, desperate to hold on.

​He plunged into me like a primal beast, setting an almost punishing rhythm. The bed frame hit the wall with every heavy thrust. His teeth found my shoulder, biting down hard—marking me where everyone would see, claiming me for a pack that hated my very existence.

​He trailed kisses down my collarbone to my heaving breasts. Capturing a pebbled nipple, he teased it with his teeth before sinking down. Pain bloomed in an instant, pulsing with an eye-watering undercurrent of pleasure as he suckled hard, twisting the other between his fingers.

​I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't arch into every thrust or clench around him with such hunger. But my body was a traitor.

​"Say it." His hand wrapped around my throat—not squeezing, just there. A heavy reminder of his power. "Say you're mine."

​"I'm yours," I gasped, hating myself for meaning it, hating him for demanding it.

​"Again."

​"I'm yours." Tears soaked into the blindfold. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm—"

​He swallowed my words with another claiming kiss. His rhythm turned savage, desperate, as if he were trying to fuck the mate bond into submission. Heat coiled tight in my core—a forbidden tension that felt so wrong, yet so right.

​“I am… close,” I moaned, my toes curling as he finally let me break out of his hold. I latched onto his broad back, my fingernails dragging across the rippling muscles of his shoulders.

​“Come on,” he snarled against my ear. “Mark your territory, mate.”

​His words pushed me over the edge, hurtling me down into a climax that racked through my very soul. I shattered around him with a broken sob, my body clenching and milking him as waves of forbidden ecstasy tore through me.

​Sylus groaned—the first raw sound of pure pleasure he'd made. His hips stuttered, then he thrust deep one final time. I felt him pulse inside me, flooding me in scalding spurts.

​We stayed locked together, both breathing hard. His forehead pressed against my shoulder. For just a moment, he felt... close. He did not pull out. He held me tightly, our shared panting the only sound filling the room.

Suddenly, the shrill ringing of a phone broke the moment. He was up in an instant, answering while I lay there spent and dazed.

"Darkpine attack? Where?" he demanded, his voice instantly returning to that of a cold commander.

I lurched upright, heart hammering. "What?" There had been no attack for two months.

"Send the coordinates. I'll be there."

The rustle of clothing made me reach up and pull off the blindfold. Light stung my eyes. Panic curdled the remains of my pleasure.

"I'm coming with—"

He paused while fastening a button, hard eyes flitting to mine. "Your wolf is weak. You're staying."

I flinched as if he'd slapped me.

Something flickered across his face. It was gone before I could read it.

He faced me fully, a strange aching softness in his gaze. "You're covered in my scent now." He reached out, tucking a stray hair behind my ear and stroking my cheek with his thumb. "Every Darkpine wolf will smell me on you. You'd be a target."

My stomach clenched when I remembered. He was imprinted on me now—any wolf would know I was the Alpha's mate.

"Wait for me." A muscle jumped in his jaw.

Then he turned away, and he was gone.