Chapter Sixty

Zane had driven us back to his place. He had made a point not to let go of my hand. He only let go when he gets in and out of the car. The pack house was surprisingly quiet when we got there. I was expecting people everywhere considering it was a weekend.

But it wasn’t.

It was dead quiet.

Kind of creepy.

I had been so focused on how creepy it was not seeing people buzzing around everywhere, that I came to an abrupt halt at Zane’s door when I realized it was his door. I had just followed him to it. Now I realized where I was and more importantly what I was entering.

“You alright?” Zane frowned at me while unlocking the door. Still holding my hand. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something?”

Yeah, the ghost of the shell I was going to become tomorrow when he decides he wants nothing to do with me. Again. I shook my head.

“Just never been in your room.” I wasn’t lying I hadn’t been, but I also wasn’t telling him I was currently thinking of all the ways he was going to hurt me come morning.

Maybe he would just kick me out before anyone woke up? That would make sense. He was ashamed of me.

“Well, I hope you like it because I’m planning on you spending a lot of time in here.” He opened the door and flicked on the lights, pulling me in when I didn’t automatically follow.

It was huge, and, surprisingly, really clean! I didn’t hide my reaction.

“What’s that face for?” he asked, taking my bag off my shoulder.

“It’s clean,” I stated the obvious. No boy’s room I had been in was ever clean. Blake’s was always dirty; I don’t know how many times I had attempted to clean it, but it would always end up the same.

“Well, I haven’t been here.” His other hand went to my hip, and he walked backwards, holding on to me.

“So, you have a cleaner then? Because no way a guy keeps his room this clean.” Hell, I didn’t keep my room this clean. My wardrobe lived on the floor, and I wouldn’t lie and say I didn’t live from it.

“Yep.” He pulled me in closer. “Stop looking so shocked. I told you I haven’t been here.”

“So normally it’s a mess, right? Because I hate to break it to you, but I’m not this clean.”

“You have my permission to make it as dirty as you want.” He stopped us at the couch. “Now, are you sure you aren’t hungry, because I know you like to eat when you watch TV.”

“How would you know that?”

“I’ve crashed a few of your binges.”

“You know you could have actually joined me in person. Not just by reading my mind.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Should I be mad that he just freely entered my mind whenever he felt like it? Everything was telling me I should be but, at the same time, I didn’t have anything to hide.

I spotted Misfits on the coffee table. “Oh yes, you got the first season!” I let go of him and walked around the couch, sitting down.

“I actually got them all.” He emptied the bag, scratching the back of his neck. “I could never tell which one was your favorite.”

“I love all of the episodes with Nathan in them.” I pulled my legs up on the couch, watching, as he put the first disc in.

“I don’t know if I approve of you having a crush on another guy.”

I smiled. “Who said I had a crush?”

“You did. To yourself last time you watched it.” He sat down next to me.

“You really do spend too much time in my mind, you know that.” I rolled my eyes. Way too much time. “You know I might start invading your thoughts and see how you like it.”

“I’m not hiding anything from you.” His hand ran up my thigh, and I was cursing myself for wearing a skirt right now.

He pressed play, and I ripped my eyes off him and onto the TV.

But his hand wasn’t going anywhere.

I smiled watching the start, but I felt his eyes on me and not the TV.

His hand went off my thigh, and I took a deep breath in. Ok, I didn’t realize I was holding my breath, but I inhaled sharply again as his hand moved to my other thigh.

I tore my eyes off the TV to look at him. I thought I had felt his eyes on me, but I was wrong, they were on the TV.

His hand moved up, pushing the fabric up. I looked at him again, but his eyes were on the TV.

I looked back at the TV, and his hand kept moving it up; he was now under the fabric.

We had just got to the scene where Nathan was trying to get inside his house, and his mom was kicking him out. While I was trying to focus on that, I couldn’t.

His hand just brushed the strap of my G-string on my thigh while I was positive this wasn’t going to end well.

He was sending my heart into overdrive. Was it possible for it to beat this fast? He was going to kill me. Was that why he was doing this?

He groaned feeling it, and then I think his self-control snapped because he moved so quickly. Gripping me by the hips and lifting me up; not settling until he positioned me straddling him. It happened so fast I felt slightly dizzy.

I knew he moved quicker than most, but that was insane. My head was still spinning when his lips landed on my neck. Slowly licking me then kissing. I arched loving it.

‘You know I’m not stopping now, right?’ His voice flooded my mind.

Why did I get a feeling he preferred talking in my mind than he did out loud?

He pushed my skirt up around my waist. His hands gripping my ass.

‘Allie, you are going to have to tell me to stop. If you want me to stop, you are going to have to say it now.’

His mouth. So warm. So welcoming. God, I couldn’t think. I was high on the way his tongue was moving against my skin. It was hot and sending sparks down my spine, and mainly firing me up, right there. God, I had never been this turned on. Not even Blake got me this hot.

‘Allie, you’re killing me. Do you want me to stop?’ He took my earlobe in his mouth.

Did I want him to stop?

He pulled his mouth from me. “Allie, do you want me to stop?”

His voice brought me back to the moment. My eyes opening. Staring down at him. No. I did not want him to stop.

“Fuck no.” And then I crashed my lips against his. He kissed me back with just as much need. His arms wrapped around me and he lifted me up. My legs wrapped around him.

His lips didn’t leave mine, and I opened my mouth just slightly, and his tongue took advantage of it. He groaned tasting me.

‘You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.’ His voice lingered with sexual need as it filled my head. That sexual need. He needed something from me. He wanted me.

My eyes opened, he had imagined this? Why would he imagine this, when he could simply have any woman he wanted?

‘I’ve only wanted you for a long time.’ His voice answered my question. I really needed to control my thinking around him if he was in my mind all the time.

He would know right now how turned on I was, and how much I needed this to hurry up, so he was inside me. God, I needed him in me now!

‘I’m hurrying, sweetheart.’ He was serious too, as he lowered me to the edge of the bed. I lifted my arms up in the air as he took my tank top off.

His fingers made quick work of my bra, and I slipped it off my arms. I gripped his shoulders needing his mouth back on mine, but he was too busy staring at me and inhaling sharply.

“Geez Christ, Allie, you’re beautiful.” His voice was coated in honest and pure desire.

“You don’t have to flatter me now.” I ran my hand under his shirt, and his eyes snapped back to mine. My touch bringing him back from his sudden discovery of seeing me half naked.

He gently pushed me back, his hands working my skirt and G-string off.

It was when he pushed them down my legs, it hit me. I was completely naked in front of him. I had never been ashamed of my body as I worked hard to maintain it, but I didn’t just take my clothes off for anyone.

Blake had been the only one I felt comfortable being naked in front of.

‘He’s never seeing you naked again. No one is,’ Zane spoke with authority in my head. I really needed to stop thinking, but it occurred to me again he was saying that like he was laying down the law.

‘It is law. No-one is seeing you like this.’ His hand ran up my inner thigh. ‘It pisses me off he has seen you like this. No wonder he was begging for you to take him back.’

‘You’ve seen Ebony,’ I forced back in his head. ‘What’s the difference?’

‘That’s Ebony. She has nothing on you. I’d be begging for you to take me back too.’ He groaned. ‘You’re so fucking soft.’ His finger ran over my bare skin, he slipped a finger into me, and I arched my back. ‘And wet for me.’ He slipped another finger in me picking up the pace, just as his mouth covered my breast. ‘Fuck, you’re killing me, Allie.’

I groaned. God, I can’t take foreplay. “Stop teasing me,” I said breathlessly.

His tongue swirled around my nipple. I couldn’t do foreplay, I needed him. In me. Pushing me to the breaking point. That’s what I needed.

“Please, Zane,” I begged.

He pulled back and started taking his clothes off. My eyes took in his defined body and those darn fucking tattoos. So much detail and I wanted to explore each one with my tongue.

“Allie?”

“Mm?” I was still taking in his body. God, how did I get so lucky? My hands reached up, and I felt his hard abs.

“Protection, we need to talk about it before we go further.”

I snapped my eyes off him, looking him in the eye.

“Have you ever gone skin on skin?” he asked, gripping me and dragging me up the bed until my head sunk into one of his pillows. Having his naked body so close was making my mind clouded. “Skin on skin, have you done it?” he repeated. Like he knew I was distracted.

“No.” I knew he was more experienced than me, so I didn’t need to ask him when I knew the answer was obvious.

“Me neither.”

“What?” I looked at him like he couldn’t be serious.

He shrugged, kneeling in between my legs. “I wanted to experience that with my mate.”

My mouth dropped open, now understanding why he was asking me the question. He wanted to do skin on skin. With me.

“Are you protected?” He looked like his self-control was wavering right now. Like he was seconds from just taking me without getting an answer.

“Injection,” I answered. “So yes.”

“Good.” He inhaled sharply. “I was praying you were.” His hands ran up my stomach until he was gripping my breasts. “You know it’s painful?”

I frowned. “I’m not a virgin.” God, Blake had taken that a long time ago.

‘It pisses me off he was the one to do it.’

“Out of my head, Zane.”

“Sorry.” He quickly kissed my lips and pulled back, making me groan and throw my head back. Why was he pulling back? “It’s painful.”

“What? Losing my virginity? Cause it wasn’t that bad.” I made a point not to recall the memory right now knowing he was in my head. He did not want to know the details. Hell, I didn’t want him to know the details! “Why are we talking about this?” I frowned, frustrated.

Could he not see or feel how bad I wanted him right now? It was past want and was now a physical need.

His lips returned to my skin, and he kissed down my neck and across my collarbone, and just when I was enjoying it, he pulled back, making me groan again.

“No, being marked.” He planted another soft kiss on my collarbone.

Being marked? My eyes widened. “No. No way are we doing that. You will regret it.”

He kneeled back up. “I’m not changing my mind, Allie.”

“You aren’t marking me.” Having sex with him was going to be hard enough to deal with when he decided to go back to ignoring me. “I can’t handle that, Zane. You marking me as yours and then…”

“I’m not changing my mind.” He hovered over me. “I love you. I want you, and I need to mark you as mine. I want my mark on you for the rest of your life.”

I started biting my lip. It was a bad idea. Such a bad idea. How the hell was I going to be able to leave if he marked me? I knew the answer to that.

I couldn’t leave.

Was that his angle? To ensure I would forever be wanting him? Never being able to leave him? If he marked me, I couldn’t leave him.

‘That’s only if you mark me, sweetheart. I’m asking to mark you. Not for you to mark me.’

He was right. My eyes widened. He would be committing to me. Not me to him. That would only happen if I marked him. His connection to me would be stronger. His need for me would be undeniable. He couldn’t just turn his back on me, even if he wanted to.

“You don’t have to do it, just to prove to me, you won’t you know, um, ignore me again.” I started speaking, but the words were failing me. What he was willing to do was, well, it was unbelievable; that Zane Harris wanted to commit to me.

It would physically kill him if I did choose to leave. He would never get over that, and yet he was willing to do that? To risk that? When I hadn’t promised I would stay? Was he insane? I looked at him as if he was.

“Allie, let me mark you?” he spoke, his words swirling around my face, the need in them was pulling on my heart. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him what he needed, what he wanted.

“You really want to do this?” I looked him in the eye, ignoring how it was sending waves of pleasure all over my body, knowing my mate didn’t just want to acknowledge me but wanted to claim me. Stating to the world I was his.

“Yes.” He kissed my lips. “But it’s going to hurt you which is why I was thinking,” he started kissing down my neck, that “We should try and numb it with pleasure.”

Pleasure. I liked the sound of that. I would take a big dose of pleasure. Pleasured by Zane. Could anything get more perfect? I nodded liking that plan.

“So, skin on skin, and I mark you as soon as I enter you?” Zane said, confirming the plan while planting soft kisses over my chest.

“You’re in charge, Zane,” I said breathless, lost in his kisses.

“I think I could get used to hearing that from you.” He pulled away from me smirking. “Where do you want your mark?” He kissed the top of my breast. “Somewhere where I’ll only see it or,” he kissed my collarbone, “Somewhere where everyone will see it?”

“You pick.”

“You don’t care?”

I shook my head.

He grinned. “In that case, we are going with where everyone can see it.” He kissed the base of my neck. “You ready?”

I suddenly felt nervous, but I nodded my head. Surely it wasn’t that painful?

“Remember we are numbing it with pleasure, sweetheart.” He kissed my lips as if he knew I was suddenly panicking about the pain. “You ready?” He positioned himself in between my legs, and I could feel him, with one thrust he would be inside.

He kissed the base of my neck again.

I was so ready for this. I nodded my head and as soon as I did, his teeth pierced my skin, but at the same time, he thrust into me, making my back arch.

It was like a piercing hot poker rod was put through the base of my neck. I inhaled sharply in pain. My body so consumed by it, it took a second for the pleasure to kick in, but it did. Zane was literally fucking the pain out of me.

He started sucking my mark, and it was like having every nerve electrified. He was thrusting into me with such possession. Pushing me closer and closer. He was still sucking on my mark, and it was indescribable. How incredible it felt.

‘You alright, sweetheart?’

“God yes.” I knew instantly what I wanted to do. Normally I would weigh a pro and con list. I’m even sure Zane and my’s history would flash in my head, reminding me of all the reasons why I shouldn’t do what I was about to.

But I didn’t let anything stop me. I didn’t even think it through, not giving him any warning as my teeth landed on his shoulder and I marked him.

I felt his pain immediately, but doing what he did to me, I sucked his mark, and he started fucking me again, this time harder. He groaned as I continued to suck his mark.

The bed was moving. I think the whole house was moving as he fucked me like I had never been fucked before.

It was intense. Overwhelming. All consuming. I don’t know how long our bodies connected for. Time just disappeared, and I lost my mind, thoughts, everything to the pleasure I was feeling.

Oh my God. I can’t take this. I was breathless, panting.

“Come for me, Allie,” he demanded. “Don’t make me go by myself.”

OH, MY GOD! I gripped onto his shoulders, as he continued to thrust into me, at an incredible speed.

I couldn’t take any more.

“Come on, Allie, you’re nearly there,” he encouraged me. “Come on, sweetheart.”

“I can’t take anymore,” I panted. My legs slowly going weak, my feet curling, my body shaking and convoluting as he thrust deeper and deeper into me.

‘Nearly there, sweetheart.’

Could he feel what I felt? Because I think my body was close to hitting the peak of pleasure. I always thought there was a glass roof on pleasure and Zane had shattered that.

My legs tightened around him, and I think he knew it was coming before I did because he was quick to take my lips as I came apart underneath him, moaning his name.