The One Who Catches Her
He gathers me into his arms. The look in his eyes takes my breath away. Those beautiful intense silver-gray eyes that I missed so much are now staring into mine with so many emotions. How could anyone think they're so cold?
“And there's no one else for me but you,” he vows, his fingers gently tracing the curve of my cheek. “Be mine? Will you spend eternity with me?”
“Yes,” I whisper back.
His eyes flash as we stare at each other. Telling each other with our eyes what mere words can't deliver. Never have I bared my soul so completely to one person.
“Yes,” I whisper again, and his thick sooty eyelashes sweep down as his attention is drawn to my lips.
He leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips. Jolts of electricity pass between us and shoot straight to my core. He deepens the kiss and soon the two of us pull back breathless.
“Constantine, we're out in the open,” I pull back as he leans in again.
“Sweetheart, we're hundreds of miles away from civilization. We're up on the mountain. Can you smell any humans or werewolves or lycans around?”
“No,” I answer against his lips.
“Good. Be mine...” he groans just before his mouth captures mine desperately and hungrily. “Be mine,” he breathes against my mouth again.
His hands travel down my bare skin, pulling me to him. His tongue invades my mouth and I lose all thoughts. We're all tongues and lips and limbs tangled, attached to each other, straining and fighting to get closer.
Oh, the taste of him on my tongue...the feel of his warm hands on my bare skin. My heart thunders wildly in my chest and the heat spread all over me.
I slip my hands underneath his shirt and spread my fingers over the hard planes of his back and abs. I just want to feel his warm skin beneath my hands.
He reaches behind his back, and in one swift motion, he tugs his shirt off. I gaze up at his glorious chest, then down to the ridges of his abs, to the deep v and the little trail of hair that disappear beneath the waistband of his jeans. He's watching me with half-lidded eyes.
He reaches back and releases the clasp of my white lacy bra. My cheeks burn from the intensity of his gaze. He's devouring me with his eyes. “Mine,” he utters as his hand comes up to touch my heated bare skin.
His mouth closes over me, licking and sucking hungrily.
Oh, goddess. Little sounds escapes my lips. I arch my back up. My hands grab a handful of his hair and tug him closer to my body. I can't think.
“Constantine...” I moan that out loud. He's devouring me with his mouth, and his hands are spreading pleasurable bursts of flames all over me. The heat burns in my chest all the way down to my core. I feel like I'm losing control. My eyes are turning black.
My hands sweep over the solid muscles of his back and broad shoulders. I feel him shuddering above me.
“I don't want to hurt you..” he groans against my throat. His voice is changing. His hands clenched, crushing the stones and earth on either side of me.
Well, screw slow. I want him so badly and I want him now! I feel my lycan taking over. My long nails clawing at his back. I wrap my legs around his waist and flip us over so that I'm on top of him. I grind myself fiercely against him. My hands roam freely, mapping the hollow and the ridges of his body. My mouth goes to attack his chest, all the way up to his neck, kissing, sucking and nipping and licking.
Oh, he taste so...delectable.
All of a sudden I'm being flipped back down. He's breathing hard. His coal black eyes are staring fiercely into mine. His nostrils flare. His fingers slip inside the waistband of my jeans and pull it down my legs with urgency. Then the rest of his own clothing come off.
He's on top of me again, trailing fire over my skin with his touch. The feeling of skin on skin. Our hands, tongues, and mouths move fervently and frantically against each other.
He takes my hand in his and holds it on the ground over our heads. His mouth finds mine in a feverish kiss and I feel our lycans are in control when we become one.
I feel his warm wet tongue licking my shoulder before his mouth latches onto it and his canines break through my skin. I scream out in pain and pleasure. Torture and ecstasy. Before I know it, my own mouth closes over his shoulder and bites hard, letting my canines pierce through his skin. He roars as I taste his blood on my tongue.
“Constantine...” I scream out his name as I ride waves after waves of pleasure that erupt like explosions through my entire body. His body turns rigid. Powerful shudders go through him and he groans out loud above me. His cheeks are flushed. The look of pure ecstasy on his face.
My body feels boneless as I gaze into his eyes. We're both lying on our back, breathless and his dark hair is wet with sweat. Dark shiny eyes staring into mine until they turn back into beautiful silver gray.
We've marked each other and it's more than just skin deep. I can feel it right in my very soul. He's right there.
He reaches out and stroke my cheek gently with the back of his fingers. “I love you,” he murmurs.
“I love you too,” I mumble back sleepily.
“I'm sorry I wasn't able to take it slow for our first time,” he whispers.
“It was perfect,” I whisper back, smiling softly. I don't have anything to compare it with, but to me that was amazing. More than amazing. Now I'm totally his and he's truly mine, that's all I ever wanted and more...and that's perfect.
My eyes are already drooping. He pulls me into his arms and lifts half of my body onto his. I rest my head on his chest and feels his lips place a soft kiss on my forehead.
“Did I do okay?” I ask faintly.
“You did perfect,” I hear him answer.
I fall asleep listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and his hand playing with my hair.
***
I open my eyes to the sight of soft fluffy white clouds floating across the azure blue sky. To the sounds of the chirping birds, and the rustling of the grass and leaves in the wind. To the heat of the sun cooled by the gentle breeze kissing my skin. To the weight of Constantine's arm across my body, holding me close to him. To the wonderful scent of my mate. I start to smile as I remember what happened.
I didn't expect to feel any difference after being mated and marked by Constantine, but I do. I feel our connection that wasn't there before. I can sense his feelings like I can feel Ezra. He's truly mine as I am truly his. Constantine used to cast his power, not only to stake his claim but also as a protection around me from time to time before. Now it's there all the time, even more powerful, secure, and permanent. It makes me feel powerful and strong.
I can also feel the connection to the lycans. I can feel my bond with Caspian, Serena, and Lazarus. I could feel it before, but not quite as strongly. Now I can understand the possessiveness that they feel for me. I truly am part of their pack.
“Good morning, sweetheart...or rather good afternoon,” he drawls lazily. His voice deep and playful and sexy. He's looking down at me with a smile on his lips.
Suddenly, I realize that I'm not wearing anything, and I'm pressed up to his equally naked body. My cheeks start turning red and I raise my hand to cover myself.
He takes a hold of my hands and rolls slightly on top of me. “Sunshine, I've been watching you sleeping like that for a while now.” He chuckles deeply.
He lets go of my hands and I quickly covers my face with both hands.
Fuzzy slippers! I'm in hiding.
“How long had I been sleeping?” I ask through my fingers.
“Just over half an hour,” he answers.
“And you've been watching me?” I shriek in horror.
“Sunshine—” he pries my hands off my face. “—you are beautiful...I could look at you for days and not do anything else....well, maybe I could think of a few things.” He amends wickedly, which makes me blush harder.
“Pervert,” I mutter.
He laughs. “Sweetheart, You're mine, you don't need to hide from me,” he murmurs. “You're mine...” he whispers again and I look up into his face. The expression on his face takes my breath away. “Truly and totally mine.” His thumb strokes his mark on my shoulder. The look in his eyes when he gazes down at me—with reverence, tenderness, love, and possessiveness.
Our bite marks don't turn into tattoos or anything like that. They stay as bite marks forever. A bite mark from each werewolf or lycan is as unique as a fingerprint. Not one is the same.
Marks from werewolves are different from that of lycans. I turn to look at mine on my left shoulder. Yup, I am marked by a lycan. A deep big bite mark that is shaped like a crescent moon. His two incisors are deeper than the rest. The mark is already darkening. It's going to turn black in a few more days. A mark by a werewolf is smaller and a bit more longish and dark purplish red on the skin.
“Yours,” I smile up at him. “And you're mine,” I growl playfully, fiercely tugging him closer. My finger traces my mark on his shoulder. I am amazed that my mark on him also looks like that of a lycan's.
“Mine,” I whisper, and I'm totally serious. This powerful, dangerous, gorgeous creature truly is mine.
He throws his head back and laughs that amazing toe curling laugh. “My mate is possessive,” he states, sounding oddly proud about it. We have to get back soon,” he announces, observing the sky. It is getting late.
I kiss his naked chest lightly as I slide out from underneath him. Now, if only I can find my clothing.
Constantine just lies back, with his hands underneath his head, observing me as I try to find my clothes. His eyes full of amusement and hunger. I can feel his hunger for me growing as his eyes rake my body. I've been averting my own eyes from his glorious hard muscled, beautiful body. Why does he have to be so gorgeous?
“Aren't you going to help me look for my clothes?” I ask in exasperation as my cheeks turn a deeper red.
“Nope, I'm enjoying the view,” he replies helpfully.
“Way too much,” I mumble to myself, but I think he can hear me as he chuckles and hauls his impressive body gracefully up.
“I thought you're going to help me look for my clothes,” I complain half-heartedly when he playfully tugs me to him.
“Yes, I am. What do you think I was trying to do?” he says as he hands me my clothing. His eyes twinkled mischievously and his lips curl up into that hot amused smile.
My cheeks burn. Gah! This man. He thinks he's so funny. “Not funny! I'm very hungry.” I pout. I haven't been eating much these last few days, and now I'm hungry.
“No, it's not. I'm sorry, sweetheart,” he agrees, but his smile is growing. “How I missed you.” He leans in and crushes his lips on mine in a quick, passionate kiss. I make a small sound of protest when he pulls back.
He flashes me a big grin. His gray eyes shining brightly. That's what I had been missing these last couple of days.
“First order of things, feed you,” he announces.
Suddenly I remember something. “You just took off during assembly. Where did you go off to today?”
“I just went for a run,” he answers vaguely. Pulling his pants on.
“Why? You looked like you're about ready to rip Caspian's head off...or my head off.”
He sighs and says, “I would never hurt you, sunshine, no matter what happens, or how mad I was with you. I wouldn't mind hurting Caspian badly, though.” He pulls his shirt on and seems reluctant to go on.
“What made you mad enough to storm off like that?” I ask again, very curious.
“Caspian said he'll mark you himself if I didn't do it soon,” he finally answers gruffly. A frown marring his forehead. “I said I'll snap his head off if he as much as looks at you the wrong way...then I just took off before I really started ripping his head off and that human boy's arm that's holding you off its socket.” He's scowling moodily at the ground as he's remembering the event from this morning.
“Constantine...there's really no need for you to be mad or hurt anybody. I only love you, I don't care about any other boys,” I state firmly, touching his arm. “By the way, you owe me a brand new top. You shredded one of my favorite tops to pieces.” I only have my jeans and bra on. I hold my ripped shirt up. The torn up fabric pieces waving in the wind.
He's so wild sometimes, and I love it!
He smiles and peels his own shirt back off and slips it over my head. “I'll buy you a thousand more tops and dresses...anything you want, my love.”
Everything I want. Him. I have everything that I want.
Running with Constantine is amazing. I love jumping and swinging from one tree branch to another, flying through the air. Constantine prefers running, though once in a while, he would be up on a tree right next to me. I suspect he's slowing his own run to keep pace with me.
Twenty minutes into our run, he snatches me in my mid-flight by the waist and drapes my body around his without missing a step. I wind my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.
“Should I be calling you my Chunky Monkey?” he teases me.
“Call me chunky, and I'll strangle you right now, my love,” I warn him with the sweetest smile. His delicious laughter echoes through the woods.
Everything goes by in a blur. I can't keep my eyes from staring at the chiseled perfection of his jaw, his neck...his honey, golden-tan skin. How does he keep his skin that perfect golden-tan? My mouth itches to have a taste of that addictive deliciousness again. Without thinking, I lean in and place my lips on the golden column of his neck. I kiss it slowly, then I flick my tongue to taste it.
Mmmm.... Then I start sucking.
Vaguely I hear him curse before we both tumble down the forest floor. He curves his body around me so that I'm protected and don't get much impact from the fall. We hit a few trees and a couple of sharp boulder rocks.
“Sweetheart,” comes a groan from underneath me. “You're a hazard,” he announces as I try to untangle myself and get myself up.
I find myself being lifted up and set on my feet. He then starts checking my body for injuries. His own shoulder and arm have a few little scrapes and scratches from the fall.
“I'm sorry, Costa.” I apologize regretfully as I gingerly place a soft kiss on his scraped shoulder. They're already healing.
“Well, I'm not,” he announces. “I wasn't really complaining. I was enjoying that way too much to concentrate on my footing,” he adds, grinning adorably before he pushes me up against a tree. His mouth swoops down on mine.
At this rate, it's going to be morning before we can make it home.
We arrive at the school's parking lot where his shiny red Ferrari is parked; the only car left. It's already seven in the evening.
“I should go home and take a shower and have a change of clothes,” I suggest as he opens the trunk of his car and retrieves a white t-shirt for himself.
“What's wrong with what you're wearing now?” he asks as he pulls the shirt over his impressive torso, which is a shame, in my opinion. Such a delectable perfection should not be covered. But then again, I don't want anyone else to be enjoying the view that's supposed to be mine alone.
“Well...Costa, sweetheart,” I begin, and his lips curl up into a smile.
“I like you calling me that, but with much less sarcasm,” he comments. “And with a little more love,” he suggests with amusement in his voice.
“Costa, my love,” I try again. My tone still dripping with sarcasm.
“I take it how I can get it.” He sighs with exaggerated heaviness, but with a wicked glint in his eyes.
“First off, I'm wearing your shirt. Secondly, I smell like...ummm..”
“Like what, sweetheart?” he asks wickedly. His silver-gray eyes shine with amusement and mischief.
“Like...uh, you know.” My cheeks are flushed beet red.
“No, I don't know,” he inquires. “Tell me.” His voice lowers a few octaves. He moves dangerously closer. “You smell like you've just been thoroughly mated and marked? You smell like me?” He whispers into my ear. My stomach clenches at the intimacy. Delicious chills run up and down my body at his closeness and the sound of his seductive voice.
His hands grip my waist possessively, and his nose nuzzles my neck. “I happen to think it's a wonderful thing. I smell like you, and you smell like me. It tells other men that you belong to me.”
I can feel his hunger for me building, but he quickly deposits me into the passenger side of the car.
He takes a deep breath as if calming himself before he gets into the car himself.
“Gotta feed you first before I get to eat myself,” he remarks as he slides into the car. It sounds innocent enough. I would've believed it to be innocent too if I didn't catch the tiny naughty twist of his lips and the wicked glimmer in his eyes before his eyelids sweep down to cover it.
It's actually not helping when his feelings can get mixed up with mine. His feelings heighten mine.
I feel warm all over again, and my stomach clenches deliciously as I watch him drive. I watch the flex of the muscles of his arms as he handles the car. I watch the graceful way his elegant fingers move as if caressing the steering wheel, and I imagine what those fingers could do. I watch the concentration he gives to the traffic around him...or not...as he groans.
“What?” I jump, coming out of my Constantine filled haze.
“I can feel your desire for me, sweetheart,” he groans, his hands gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary.
“Did NOT!” I gasp, turning bright tomato red. I totally forgot about that. He can totally feel me.
“I think I'm going to lock you up in my room for a month..or two...right after I feed you,” he mutters almost to himself. Yes, please!
Oh, Cuddly bunny and fuzzy slippers! So not helping! Hussy! I scold myself.