#marking.tw

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just got distracted and tripped,” you hear the same three snickers at this – did they hear you? No, that’s not possible. They’re too far away – and you take his hand, sparks shooting up from where his hand meets yours when they meet and you recoil, ripping your hand from his in shock. “No major injuries.”

He has a smirk on his face and his eyes zoom in on your hand as you rub it, the spark lingering like a phantom pain – static electricity? No, that doesn’t feel like this nor linger like this. What could it be? – and it’s left your mind in a whirlwind.

“Maybe I should join you? Can’t have a pretty girl like you wandering away, getting injured from the other big, bad branches.”

The mischief dancing in his jade eyes, focused on you, makes you feel like you should say no but every cell in your being is pulling you towards yes, towards him so you smile softly and say “I’d love that. . . if I knew your name.”

He lets out a chuckle, “Iwaizumi Hajime. And you? Or should I just call you princess?” He grabs your hand in his, tracing his fingers along yours, little shocks dancing where your skin connects with his. “Bet you’d like it if I just called you my good girl.”

Heat rises to your cheeks at not just his flirting, but also, at the way his eyes are burning into your soul, like he’s imprinting himself on your heart. Maybe he already has, based on the way he’s looking at you like he owns you. You tell him your name and he joins you on your now leisurely hike, heading deeper into the woods, further away from his group of his friends.

As you continue on your hike, you and Iwaizumi shared some light conversation – about your jobs, your friends, your lives, but you also shared jokes and Iwaizumi continued to flirt with you, only increasing his attempts when he saw how you reacted – stumbling over your words and looking away while getting hotter and hotter in temperature, despite the trees hiding the sun just as they always do. So why was it getting so hot?

You stop against a tree and fan yourself. “Does it feel hot to you? Well, hotter than normal.”

He smirks at you again, leaning an arm on the tree next to you, rough bark pressing into his smooth skin. “I actually tend to run hot, part of why I like to run shirtless, especially on days when it’s gonna be a full moon.” At the mention of him being shirtless, your eyes rake down his body, causing your body temperature to rise even more.

“Ugh, why is it getting hotter?” You complain, shrugging off your jacket and you instantly feel relief just being in your black tank top. With your jacket gone, the full force of your scent hits Iwaizumi’s nose, suffocating him in your pheromones, his mind screams at him “Mate! Mark! Breed!”

His nostrils flare and he lets out a low growl, forming a first to control his heightened urges. Unfortunately for Iwaizumi, the wind chose that moment to blow, wafting your scent in his direction, and the wolf he was fighting to keep at bay takes over. He cups your cheeks and, pressing you into the tree, kisses you with fervor. Part of your brain screams at you to push him off but your body reacts differently, gripping his shoulders and pulling him into you, deepening the kiss. Your tongue swipes across his lips as your nails dig into his skin and he feels enough clarity return long enough to break the kiss and pull away from you, moving to stand several feet away from you.

Breathing heavy, you bring your hand to your lips, the tingle of electricity from his lips connecting with yours lingering. “Um, that, uh, that was some kiss. I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry.”

He fights the urge to move closer and run a finger down your cheek gently. Balling his hand into a fist, he punches the tree, causing a few splinters to fly around the deserted area of the forest. “You didn’t do anything,” he growls out. “I thought I could control it, full moon be damned. I have something to tell you but it’s gotta be quick. I don’t know how long I can keep it at a bay.”

You gulp, feeling some force pull you towards him and some carnal desire to have his lips, his body, pressed tight against you makes your body closer to him. You pause in your tracks when he shoots a hand out, growling out a commanding “Stop!”

Turning to face you, he crosses his arms across his naked chest, “I won’t be able to control it if you come closer. This is going to be a lot at once and I wouldn’t blame you if you ran. There’s no easy way to say this so I’m just gonna rip the band-aid off.” Inhaling and exhaling, he looks you deep in the eyes, his olive green ones holding you captive, enticing you to listen. “I’m a werewolf. And you’re my mate. That spark when we touched? That was because we’re mates. It’s the mating signal wanting us to complete the bond. It’s why you want to move closer to me right now, why you’re hanging on my every word, why you were so willing to say yes to my joining you without even knowing my name.”

Your brain is moving a mile a minute, trying to catch up and process, but you can’t think properly with this damn heat, burning you up from the inside. “What. . . what does it mean to complete the bond? What happens if we don’t?”

He smiles softly at you, fighting his own urge to just hold you in his arms, “I have to bite you, claim you as mine.” His eyes focus on the gulp of your throat, the way your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath as the sound of your rapidly beating heart fills his ears. “As for not completing it. . . well, you won’t die but it won’t exactly be pleasant, either. The temperature increase will stay, probably continue to rise, actually. Might become restless, might have an increased desire for affection. ‘S different for everyone. Don’t worry; I won’t force you to be my mate or force you to complete the mate bond. It has to be chosen by both of us, even if I wanted to force it.”

You wish you could take a moment to think, to process, to wrap your head around on all the information given to you but all you can think about is Iwaizumi: touching Iwaizumi, kissing Iwaizumi, being wrapped in Iwaizumi’s arms. And the thought that surprises you most is. . . being Iwaizumi’s, getting his mark and connected to him for life.

“If we complete the mating bond, are there any benefits?”

“Well, you’d get increased lifespan, ability to heal quicker, I’ll be able to sense if you’re in danger and track you, you’ll become Mistress of the Pack – though this is specific to being my mate.”

“What’s Mistress of the Pack? Why is it specific to being your mate?”

“I’m not just your average werewolf; I’m the Leader of the Pack. So, by being my mate, you’d basically be their Queen, except the official title is Mistress of the Pack. Other than myself and Oikawa, my right hand man, you’d get to rule them. You can create laws and laws you make are absolute, unable to be broken. Only I would be able to overrule them. It would also be your responsibility to protect the pack with me, keep them safe, and take charge if I and Oikawa are away. You’d also be responsible for feeding them if they show up at your or my home, giving them refuge, and clothing them if needed after the night of the full moon.”

Your mind is still racing and new questions come before you can fully process. “Wait, you said that, to complete the mate bond, you’d have to bite me. Won’t that make me become a werewolf?”

“A common misconception. That’s vampires. It’s a little more complicated to become a werewolf; you have to be scratched when one of us is in wolf form. Works best when it comes from your mate and both parties involved have to want and agree to it.”

You nod slowly, trying to wrap your head around everything but it’s hard, so hard, when your mind and body are screaming at you to go to Iwaizumi, to have him claim, mark you, make you his. Your feet move of their own accord just as another gust of wind blows your scent in Iwaizumi’s direction and he inhales deeply, letting out a low growl just as you get to him, softly pressing your lips to his. He balls his fist tighter, knuckles turning white, struggling to retain control.

“Don’t. If you don’t want this, you should stay away from me. The full moon is tonight so everything is. . . heightened.”

You aren’t sure when you decided but you stand firm, unyielding, resolute in your decision. “I want this. I trust you.”

Iwaizumi’s head snaps up, eyes locked on yours and another gust of wind blows your scent in his direction, causing him to lose the hold on the wolf he had and he captures your lips with his, teeth knocking together harshly. Your hands thread in his hair as his tongue runs along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You part your lips and he slips his tongue in to mix with yours as you feel your body run even hotter, slick starting to form between your legs.

He breaks the kiss, saliva string connecting the two of you, and he grips your shoulders. “You’re not against the mate thing but I need to know if you want to take it slow. Cause, if so, walk away now. Or I won’t be able to stop.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your lips to his lightly, “Don’t stop. I want all of you, every part of you. Take me, Hajime.”

Your words are all he needs as he smashes your lips together again, kissing you harshly, walking you back towards the tree. His tongue slides in your mouth again as your soft skin meets the harsh, uneven bark being pressed against you. Effectively trapped between Iwaizumi’s body and the tree, you wrap your jean covered legs against his waist. A growl reverberates in his chest as you grind yourself against his clothed cock and move your hand to your waistband, trying to undo the zipper in between you.

Iwaizumi notices your struggle and, gently moving your hands back to his shoulder as his darkened green eyes look into yours deeply, he grips your hips, stopping your thrusts. Eye still staring into your soul, he grips the left side of your waistband and rips the fabric, until the whole pant leg falls loose. He then does the same to the right of your jeans, them falling on the forest ground, and your pussy clenches at the show of strength.

You gasp, “you just ripped my jeans like they were the flimsiest fabric on Earth. That was. . . so hot.” A smirk forms on his face and your lips move to his neck, sucking harshly as his thumb rubs harsh circles against your clit through your royal blue lace panties.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he takes in the dark blue against your captivating skin. “Lace? And in my favorite color, too. What a dirty girl you are. Were you expecting this, princess?” He presses three fingers inside you, moving them fast and harsh. Increasing the pressure on your clit, he speeds his fingers up, working you closer and closer to your release.

Tearing your lips away from his neck, loud moan filling the forest air as you grind on his fingers, “Wasn’t – oh, god, right there – wasn’t expecting this.” You fall against him, resting against his hot chest, as you cream around his fingers.

“I got you, princess. Take a moment,” he pulls his fingers from you and undoes his zipper, pulling his cock out. He gives it a few tugs as his eyes meet yours, checking to see if you’re ready. You nod your head, hand gripping his neck to pull his lips to yours. Rough bark digs into your back as he slowly slides his cock into your velvety walls.

You gasp from the stretch as he bottoms out, “Oh, fuck, you’re so big! Hajime. . .”

He stills, growls lowly in your ear, as he tries to maintain control. You press a hand to his cheek and his eyes flash to yours. “Hey, Hajime, it’s okay. You can let go. I trust you.”

His nostrils flare and a fire lights in his eyes as he rips the straps of your black tank top, falling down to your waist, exposing to him your matching royal blue bra. Pulling out until just the tip remains, he thrusts back in, starting a harsh, rough pace, tree digging into your back even more. Your legs wrap around his waist as he moves to cup your ass, every thrust driving you up the bark of the tree. He angles his hips as you arch your back, thick vein rubbing against your most sensitive spot and you scream his name into the clearing.

Pads of feet stomping the ground from yards and yards away meet his ears and he roars in his mind “Stay back! She’s mine.” The order is clear, resolute, full of possessiveness, and the steps recede as he gives another harsh thrust and the wolf inside screams at him to “breed, breed, breed!”

He growls in your ear as he brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles. “Come on, princess. Come for me, come for daddy. Just one more.”

You scream his name again as you clench and unclench around him tightly, coating his cock in your juices as you fall limp against him again. Trying to catch your breath as he fucks into you harder, growling in your ear, using you for his pleasure. “Bite me, Hajime. Mark me. I want to be yours.”

His eyes flash to yours again as he thrusts roughly, trying to gauge how much you mean it, seeing nothing but love and seriousness in your eyes. He lets out a howl then bites hard into your shoulder, canines sinking into the mating gland and blood fills his mouth, completing the bond as he cums, painting your walls white.

His hips still as he retracts his canines, pulling his mouth from your shoulder and running his tongue along your mark, closing and healing it. Pressing his lips to your forehead, he cups your cheeks, looking at you deeply, lovingly. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”

You smile softly at him, your hand resting on one of his. “I’m okay. I’m perfect. You didn’t hurt me.”

He presses his lips to yours quickly, then pulling out of you and tucking his dick back in his pants. “Princess, I’m sorry to do this but you’ve got to go.”

Hurt and confusion laces your tone. “What?”

He cups your cheeks again, pressing his forehead against yours as your pain ripples through his body. “Not like that. It’s the full moon and we’re all about to turn – an hour, give or take. It’s not safe for you and I couldn’t live with myself if anything happened to you, my queen.” His lips press against your forehead and he pulls your tank top, turning it into a skirt and rooting around in his jeans to press four three objects into your hands.

“This is my phone, my wallet, and my keys.” He says as he pulls a black t-shirt from his back pocket, placing it over your head and looping your arms through it. “Go to my place and wait for me there. Make yourself at home and I promise I’ll be by your side when you wake up. Now go. Run.”

You press your lips to his quickly and run as fast as you can until you end up in front of a large brownstone, just as the moon is high in the sky, nine howls filling the air. Smiling, you close and lock the door, walking through the brownstone, familiarizing yourself with it. Like any place, there’s a kitchen, dining room, living room, and half bath on the first floor along with a study turned game room. Looking at the grey walls with warm wood flooring, matching navy couches and chairs in the living room and casual, comfortable furniture spread throughout the house, you think about how it’s all just so Iwaizumi.

You head up the stairs and find his bedroom, laying down on the bed and curling around a pillow inhaling his scent. Your eyes start to droop and, when you wake again, light is filtering through the windows, an arm wrapped securely around your waist. Turning your head, you see Iwaizumi curled up behind you and smile happily, pressing closer against his warmth.

“Mornin’,” comes his tired drawl.

“Morning,” you turn to face him. “How was it?”

“Same as it always is. Would have much rather been here with you.” He presses his lips to yours lightly.

‘What time is it?”

“Just before seven.”

“So we can stay like this for a bit longer?”

His arms tighten around you and he presses a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, we can stay like this for a bit longer. As long as you want. Then I’ll answer any more questions you have and tell you anything you want to know.”

Closing your eyes, you press a kiss to his chest, right above his heart, letting the sound of it beating lull you back to sleep. As you drift off to sleep, happy, safe, and content, you hear a rumble from his chest followed by a soft ‘I love you, my queen.’

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