“What can I do to make it feel better?” He whispered, looking pained.
I shivered and pressed my body close to him, rolling my hips forward. I let out a whimper as his large hand floated from my hips to cupping my butt.
“Shit,” he groaned softly. “Maya, honey, you need to give me some direction here because I don’t trust the direction I’d take.”
My toes curled and I wiggled closer to him, my hips rocking on their own accord. Oh wow. I gasped as his hardness pressed against me, the apex of my thighs warm and wet. Marco continued to hold me close, but his other hand tilted my chin to look him in the eye.
“I’m going to do something and you tell me at any point to stop,” he demanded softly. I was totally okay with that because let me tell you I had no idea what I was doing here. I just felt needy and my heart was going a million miles an hour. A fluttering like wings sounded from within me.
I nodded and he closed his eyes with a deep breath. It was like he was searching for some level of control. My eyes fluttered shut as his mouth met mine in the barest of kisses as his free hand grazed up my ribs and across my silk robe and shirt underneath. My breasts felt very tight and heavy as he teased the underneath of them. I wanted… I wanted him to touch me there. I took one of my hands and grasped his, stilling his movements. He deepened our kiss as I encouraged his hand to my very hard nipple.
“Please,” I whispered as he hesitated. Something seemed to break then with him because my robe slipped off my shoulders and my silk tank nightgown straps began to slip down my arms.
“What do you need?” He asked, his voice deep and husky as hot kisses trailed my throat.
I let out a soft hiss as they trailed across my breast and neared my nipple. I was so frustrated and a sound came from my throat as he chuckled in a dark, almost scary way. I found myself getting more excited as he nipped on the delicate skin.
Somewhere in the house a clock chimed, Friday at 2 am. I gasped as something pushed through me violently and Marco cursed and locked his arms around me. My whole center, from my throat down to between my thighs, lit up like a river of molten lava. I whimpered as the sound of wings bat in my ears and everything inside of me sparked dangerously.
“Marco,” I whispered.
“Guess we got that wish,” he muttered. “Shhhh, its okay, Maya. Just relax, I’ve got you.”
I believed him, but it didn’t stop the panic I felt when suddenly my chest exploded out to release six colorful flames that seemed to line the center of my sternum. I inhaled and immediately I realized what they’d meant about being mates.
It was like everything I knew became narrowed and these six massive planets started to circle around me. A sense of safety and love filtered through my chest, so overwhelming I started to feel like I’d drown. Fire licked under my skin as if branding me with their scent and I knew, without a doubt, their words had been true. I thought I had cared about them before, but it was nothing compared to the symphony of pure affection that emanated from inside of me now.
After a few moments, the feeling settled and I collapsed forward into Marco’s arms. Everything stilled for a moment by breathing rough.
“Happy birthday, Maya,” he whispered against my temple. My birthday? I had turned 18! Holy crap. I smiled because of everything that meant.
That flame of desire punched me right in the stomach and my head snapped up as those mint colored eyes darkened dangerously. A sound that he didn’t mean to let out came from his throat.
“Maya…” He warned.
Hesitantly, but still feeling something oddly predatory inside of me, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. I knew Marco had been in control earlier, and he still could be, but I needed him to know that I wanted him, even if it just meant kissing.
“I’m 18,” I reminded him.
He chuckled quietly and then groaned at my slight arch into him. “Honey, that was never a particular concern of mine, legal age of consent here is 16 for humans. On a mate perspective, I would have never taken anything too far unless you were 18 and very, very willing.”
“I am very, very willing,” I mumbled, not knowing if it was the thing to say as he hummed and this dominant edge flashed in his eyes.
I whimpered as his large hand came up to angle me back and hold my throat in a gentle, yet commanding way. My body shivered and I realized my tank top had fully slipped, exposing my breast that he began kissing his way down to.
“Oh wow,” I whispered as his lips closed around my nipple. My legs began to shake as he gently tugged on them with his teeth and smoothed my hip with his other hand. I couldn’t control my breathing and I found myself rolling into him, trying to grasp at something.
“Marco,” I whispered in a pleading voice.
“I know what you need, sweet girl,” he whispered as his large warm fingers pushed up my silk nightgown. I gasped as he touched my silk panties, causing a shock to go through me. My hips rolled as he groaned and I began breathing harsher.
“Maya,” he whispered. “I need your attention.”
I looked up at him as he spoke, “I’m going to take this slow, but in order to do that, I need you to trust me and not try to rush anything. Alright?”
I nodded and his arm locked around my waist as a hot finger traced the edge of my panties. I wanted him to touch me there and… I wasn’t positive what else, to be honest. I just needed his touch. My whimper was impossible to hide as he pulled my panties to the side before lightly running a finger where no one had ever touched me.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured, before popping a nipple into his mouth. “Have you ever touched yourself, Maya?”