Chapter 46 - Marked, Claimed, and Mine.

Jude

My chest thrummed with need as my chest heaved and my nose flared from desire and the overwhelming scent of her arousal mixing with mine, and I nearly marked her, nearly claimed Rosie right there in front of everyone.

Fuck! I swore under my breath, feeling my throbbing cock straining painfully in my pants. I didn’t think she could see the bulge, but I was so hard it hurt, and all I could think about was burying myself deep in her and making her mine in every way possible.

Fucking fuck!

The dance she didn’t know about and danced so innocently and nonchalantly was the claiming dance—that mate dance performed before claiming and mating each other in front of the whole pack as a declaration of intent.

And my Rosie danced it perfectly with her hips swaying and her body pressed against mine. Her scent was driving me absolutely insane, which made me nearly lose control completely and shift right there, claiming her in front of everyone like some feral animal.

When I felt my control slipping dangerously close to snapping, I sighed in relief that the melody ended when it did, and I scooped her up immediately because I didn’t want anyone prying into our intimacy.

Although there was no shame in public displays of affection in the pack and wolves mated freely, my mate wouldn’t be comfortable with that, and even I would kill any eyes that watched my beautiful Rosie in the throes of pleasure because she was mine and mine alone to see like that.

Then I brought her here to the outskirts, thinking the cold night air could at least make my breathing calm down and give me back some semblance of control, but damn, my stupid wolf wasn’t having it and was pushing for me to claim what was ours.

I even wanted to show her my wolf again properly after that night I saved her, but I had seen the opportunity at the festival, and I thought I could show her after the celebrations ended and even suggest she ride on my back if she wanted to feel what it was like to run through the forest with me.

But now all those sweet innocent plans were gone because all I could think about was sinking my teeth into her neck and making her mine forever.

Back on track I inhaled deeply, trying to center myself, but it didn’t help because she looked so

Abso-fucking-lutely beautiful in our native dress, and the curve of her body was calling to me like an enchantress, and my teeth ached painfully with the need to bite and claim.

Every breath she took and every small touch of her hand on my arm made me feel crazy and feral.

Even after biting my arm hard enough to draw blood to stop myself from force-marking her without her full understanding and consent, she still looked at me with those innocent, beautiful, hungry, and trusting blue eyes.

She didn’t run away even when she saw me display that... My wolf preens in delight and pride.

“Our mate wants us,” my wolf whispered.

“What happened?” she asked again, but her voice sounded breathless, and that sound went straight to my already throbbing dick, making it worse.

Fuck! I beat down a groan that wanted to escape.

The wound on my hand had healed up immediately, and I licked my lower lip, tasting my blood.

“I’m sorry for letting you see this sight...” I said “roughly,” but she interrupted me before I could finish.

“Is that bite for me?” She asked, and my heart skipped several beats because I didn’t expect her to ask that so directly.

Her eyes didn’t show any hesitation or fear, and she took steps toward me again with her head tilted to the side in question.

My throat bobbed as I swallowed hard, looking at the delicate smooth neck of hers that seemed to be taunting me and calling me marked and claimed.

I cleared my throat trying to find words when another question came from those perfect lips.

“Do you have the urge to bite me?” She asked again so innocently, and I could feel my teeth ache painstakingly with the overwhelming need to sink into her flesh and claim her as mine for everyone to see and know.

I wetted my lips and gulped my desire down. “Yes,” I responded gruffly, and I didn’t miss the flash of desire and heat that sparked in her coral blue eyes.

“Then why did you not do it?”

“I...” I trailed off, not knowing how to explain what a claiming bite meant, then I looked at her again, searching her face for any sign of hesitation, but her gaze remained unwavering and trusting.

“The bite is a claiming bite, and it means we have mutual acceptance of the bond. You accept and recognize me as your mate, and I accept and recognize you as mine, and it’s permanent and forever,” I explained while rubbing my arm nervously where I’d bitten myself.

“It was what happened that night that I left...” I paused. “Normally when wolves find their mate by the second day, they would have marked and mated their mate already.” I felt heat creeping up my neck.

“Mated?” she raised a brow.

I blushed hard, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly like a fucking teenager, which I wasn’t. “Sex.”

“Oh,” she uttered softly, and her eyes dilated with arousal. “In wolf form or human form?” She squeaked, and I relished the blush that crept up her cheeks and down to her neck.

So fucking beautiful and all mine.

I walked closer to her, unable to stay away anymore, and stopped just an inch away so our chests were almost touching and heaving in the same rapid pace as we inhaled each other’s scent deeply.

“Human form,” I said quietly, and my voice was rough with need. “And sometimes in wolf form...” 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Her plump lips panted, and soft heavy breathing escaped those lips.

I blinked away and took a deep breath. “When werewolves have sex, there’s something that happens called knotting, and it’s, uh...” I felt my face burning with embarrassment at having to explain this.

“It’s a swelling at the base of my cock that happens when I’m inside you, and it locks us together for a few hours depending on how strong the mating instinct is, and it’s meant to ensure conception by keeping my cum inside you so nothing spills out.” I rushed out, then watched her face carefully for any sign of fear or disgust, but she just looked aroused.

“That sounds...intense,” she whispered.

“It is,” I admitted. “And there’s also something called a rut, where the need to breed becomes overwhelming, and I lose most of my higher thinking and just become focused on mating and knotting you over and over until the rut passes, which can last from three to seven days.”

And I watched Rosie clench her thigh and swallow hard.

“I haven’t had my first rut yet because it usually triggers when you find your mate and claim them, so once I bite you...it’ll probably trigger mine within the next few weeks, and during that time I won’t be able to control myself very well, and I’ll be insatiable and desperate to breed you.”

Rosie’s breath hitched, and I could smell her arousal getting stronger, and the scent was making me dizzy with want.

“I don’t mind you claiming me and...” She blurted breathlessly, and I didn’t allow her to finish her statement before I was on her, pinning her gently against a tree, and she squealed in surprise.

“Are you sure?” I asked one more time. “Because once I bite you, Rosie, there’s no going back, and you’ll be mine forever, and I’ll be yours forever, and the bond will be permanent and unbreakable.”

“I’m sure,” she whispered and tilted her neck to the side in submission. “I want this, Jude. I want you. I want to be yours.”

That was all I needed to hear.

I crashed my lips against hers and kissed her passionately and hungrily, like I’d been starving for her my entire life.

My hands tangled in her hair and gripped her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, and she kissed me back, not intended like mine, with small, needy sounds escaping her throat.

I swallowed those sounds the fuck up as I licked along the seam of her lips, demanding entrance, and she opened for me immediately. My tongue swept inside, tasting her and claiming her mouth thoroughly.

She tasted like heaven and was fucking mine. We kissed until we were both breathless and panting.

I pulled back just enough to trail my lips down her jaw to her neck, where I licked and sucked at the sensitive skin, making her shiver and moan.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” I murmured against her throat and felt her pulse racing under my lips.

“Yes, please, Jude, please claim me,” she begged so sweetly, and I nearly came in my pants.

Fuck!

I opened my mouth and let my fangs extend fully sharp, and I positioned them carefully over her jugular where the mark would be most visible to everyone who saw her. “This will hurt for just a second, but then it’ll feel good, I promise.” I informed her, and she nodded, clutching my front.

Then I bit down.

My fangs sank into her soft flesh, piercing the skin, and her blood flooded my mouth, sweet and absolutely intoxicating.

She cried out at the initial pain, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly, but then I started lapping at the wound with my tongue, and the venom in my saliva mixed with her blood.

The pain transformed into pleasure, and she moaned loudly and arched against me, her body going limp and pliant in my arms as the claiming bond snapped into place between us.

I could feel her; I could feel everything she was feeling—the pleasure, the love, the overwhelming sense of rightness, and the belonging—and it was the most incredible sensation I’d ever experienced.

The bond thrummed between us alive, and I lapped at the bite one more time, sealing it with my saliva, and watched as the wound closed, leaving behind a perfect crescent moon-shaped scar on her jugular that marked her.

“Jude,” she whimpered, and I pulled back to look at her face; she looked absolutely wrecked with her pupils wide, her lips swollen from our kissing, and her neck marked with my claim.

“How do you feel?” I asked softly while cradling her face in my hands.

“I feel...everything,” she whispered in awe, and I knew she was feeling the bond too, feeling me through it. “I can feel you, Jude. I can feel every inch of you.”

“You’re mine now, Rosie, forever.”

But then she surprised me by leaning forward and biting down on my neck right over my jugular in the same spot I’d marked her.

Her human teeth were not hard enough to break the skin and draw blood, and I groaned at the sharp pleasure-pain of it. She licked the mark, and I could feel her pride in through the bond.

When she pulled back, she was grinning at me. “I wanted to mark you too,” she said proudly. “So everyone knows you’re mine as much as I’m yours.”

I felt my heart explode with love and pride because my mate had just claimed me back. “You’re perfect,” I told her seriously and meant every word. “Absolutely fucking perfect for me.”

“You too,” she whispered and then yawned suddenly, looking exhausted.

I released calming, soothing pheromones from my scent glands and watched as her eyes started to droop closed. “Sleep, sweetheart,” I murmured while gathering her into my arms and cradling her against my chest. “I’ve got you; you’re safe.”

She mumbled something incoherent and nuzzled against me, already half asleep, feeling more complete than I’d ever felt in my entire life because my mate was marked and claimed and fucking mine

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Jude. I’m so excited to write the rut scene yet scared. If you noticed any mistake, I’m half asleep BTW thank you for reading and reading messages gift, I just have to publish because you guys are the cutest BTW join my discord to see someone the character and scenes. I’ll drop this Chapter scene, check it and lemme hear your thoughts.