He kept thrusting until she collapsed against him, gasping for air loudly. Their sweaty bodies slid against each other until she lifted her head again and saw him finally smile. Soon, the smile faded away as the wolf began to plow into her. Her moans intensified once again.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her. He moved out from under her and positioned himself behind her. She eagerly backed up into him as she felt his erect member press against her velvet. As he entered her, she heard him hiss with pleasure. She moved back and forth on him as his hands grasped her ass, digging his nails into her. She had never been so turned on.
He began to thrust, going even deeper than he had before. She felt herself growing to accommodate him, making room for him. She felt herself rising toward orgasm even quicker this time. With every thrust, his nails seemed to dig deeper into her.
Suddenly, Jackson leaned down and grabbed onto her hair, pulling her up. She arched her back, the sudden pain shocking her and making her gasp. He wrapped his other hand around her neck and breathed into her ear as he continued to drill into her. Chloe could feel him swelling within her, knew that he was close to release. It drove her that much closer to orgasm.
A low growl left Jackson's throat, and without warning his mouth wrapped itself around her shoulder, his teeth sinking into her flesh. The pain was intense at first, making her arch her back even more and tense up, even as he kept making love to her. Soon, though, it seemed as if their bodies were merging, as if they had always been a part of each other, like he was fitting himself in a slot meant just for him in her body.
She had never felt so close to another human being, and as she felt the first warm splash within her, time seemed to freeze. The two of them explored each other's minds, growing closer as they came together. Chloe's body shook violently while Jackson's jaw clenched and relaxed. Neither wanted this moment to ever end.
Eventually, though, it did. Jackson's jaw relaxed and released Chloe, and she slumped to the bed. She was practically catatonic with pleasure. Jackson leaned back and sighed with his own pleasure. However, when he looked at her beautiful body relaxing on the bed, he saw what he had done to her.
He jumped up immediately and went to get a towel. "Quent told me I wouldn't hurt you. That I couldn't hurt you."
Chloe was puzzled. "Quent said that?" She reached back, touching the wound with her fingers. "It doesn't hurt."
Jackson returned with a towel. He began to wipe at the blood that had dripped down her back, then applied pressure to the bite mark. "Hold this here. I'm going to get something else to wrap around it while we get you to a hospital.
Chloe stood up as soon as he was off of her. When Jackson returned with a shirt, he saw her looking at her back in the mirror. She was smiling.
"What are you doing? Keep pressure on the wound!" he said, moving toward her quickly.
Chloe giggled. "It's already healed. See? No new blood."
Jackson looked closely. "Unbelievable. Some of those puncture wounds were deep."
Chloe smiled as she looked at it closer. "You're telling me. I thought you had gone rabid for a moment."
He moved away from her. "I can't be with you any longer, Chloe. Who knows what I might do next time?" He began to pull his pants on.
Chloe moved to him. "Hey! Look at me!"
He looked her in the eye. His eyes were back to normal, but they were still full of love for her. She moved his hand to the bite mark, letting his fingers run over it.
"This isn't a regular bite. This was meant for only me. This is your mark. We're connected now, you and I."
"How do you know that?" he asked. However, as he moved his fingers over the mark, he knew it was true.
She snuggled into his chest. "I just know. Besides," she started, looking back at the mirror. "Look at it! I think it looks sexy, like a tattoo."
Jackson looked over his bite mark closely. It was one of a kind, of that there could be no doubt. He wrapped his arms around her front, his hands crossing over her belly. She leaned back into his chest.
"Are you still interested in being with me?" he asked.
"Absolutely," she said.
"Despite the danger that might wait for us in the future?"
"Without a doubt."
He smiled. For the first time since that terrible day in Afghanistan, he had a family. He had a friend. He had his Fated One.