Revolting

Chapter Thirty Four- Marked Heath

I rubbed at my neck self-consciously. I hadn't planned on letting him mark me any time soon. But somehow, in heat of passion, at the moment of climax, with our bodies connected and our souls melded together, I knew that I needed more... more than just fun together, or great sex, I needed belonging. I needed to know that I was his, forever, and that he was mine. I needed the reassurance that this wasn't going to end. And so it was me who made the first move, sinking my canines into the soft flesh at the place where his neck meets his shoulder. His beautiful blue eyes had widened with surprise before they closed in the ecstasy of pleasure and completeness. And the next thing I know, he had flipped us over, putting me on the bottom, pressing me down into the soft mattress as he returned the favor.

The sensation was like nothing I'd ever experienced, hot pain that immediately became hot pleasure, that sent me into a second orgasm that was so intense I thought I would die. When my body finally relaxed, and I looked into his eyes again, I knew it was right. He was my soulmate. His tongue lapped at my wound, cleaning away the blood and sealing it, and every touch on the spot was primal, raw pleasure.

"Oh god," I pushed him away, "I can't take any more." I was completely spent, totally exhausted, and feeling sore in many places I'd never imagined. My legs felt like jelly, and could hardly hold my weight. My eyelids were heavy, and I just wanted to sleep. For the moment, everything was right in the world. I knew that my sister was safe inside the pack house with William's family, I knew that I was safe here in this posh hotel room with my mate. I knew I was home, for the first time in my life. Home wasn't a house or a pack, it was there, in his arms. He wrapped his lean handsome body around me like a comforting blanket. "What time do we have to check out?" I mumbled sleepily. "Ten," he answered, his sexy voice rumbling in my ear.

"Mmm, lets sleep then." I felt his lips behind my ear, and then I was out.

I woke with a start, feeling the anxiety and panic of being in an unfamiliar place. I was tangled in the sheets, facing a window that looked out over the woods behind the hotel. I reached for William, aware that it was already becoming second nature to look for him, but his side of the bed was empty and cold. I sat up abruptly, with a cold, sinking feeling in my chest.

He left me.

My eyes darted around the room, just as I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom, and he came out, freshly showered and half-dressed.

I pouted at him, half to cover up the flood of relief that made me want to grin like an idiot. "You showered without me."

He threw me that saucy grin, "You were sleeping so heavily, I couldn't bear to wake you."

I wiped at my mouth, and was still surprised to feel my face smooth and hairless. "I hope I wasn't drooling."

"Hmmm," He wiggled his eye brows at me. "I left you a clean tooth brush on the sink, and some clothes."

I frowned over that. "I have clothes. Somewhere," I glanced back toward the little sitting area where I had ended up disrobed last night.

He shrugged, "They got kung pao sauce on them."

I pursed my lips and swung out of the bed. I know I didn't have anything, but I didn't want to become like some kind of charity case. I also didn't want to embarrass him by looking like something he had dragged out of the gutter. I stood up and grimaced, still wobbly and feeling a prickling of soreness in unmentionable places. I wanted to ask William if that would go away, eventually, but I was too embarrassed. I scratched at my bed-head hair and headed for the bathroom. I didn't think I would ever be able to step into a shower without remembering the things that William and I had done under the warm, sensual spray. I groaned and found myself getting hard just thinking about last night. I emptied the little courtesy bottle of hotel shampoo onto my head and scrubbed at it vigorously. A hot shower felt like heaven after years of bathing in cold rivers and icy lakes, and I knew Hannah would approve of all the sweet-smelling soaps and lotions. I toweled off and looked at the assortment of toiletries William had left out for me. Not only a toothbrush, but a razor, a hairbrush, his deodorant. Were guys allowed to share deodorant? Did it matter, after everything else we shared last night? I felt myself blushing like some fool kid.

Folded up neatly on the side of the sink were a pair of slacks, underwear and an undershirt, with a preppy button-down shirt, and new socks. At first, I thought they were William's clothes, but there was no way we were the same size, and these clothes fit me perfectly. He must have bought these clothes for me. When I wiped away the steam and looked at myself in the mirror, I didn't even recognize myself. No beard, dressed like a business man, my hair brushed back neatly, a healthy glow to my pale skin. Who the hell was that in the mirror? I pulled down my collar to look at my mark, and heard my wolf purring with contentment.

I opened up the door and stepped out, and found William lounging on the bed, lazily scrolling through his cell phone. He looked up at me, and his lazy grin died on his lips, replaced by a look of raw hunger. "You like it?" I asked innocently, spreading my arms and posing like a model.

He growled in response, and came off the bed like an animal to pounce on me, and slam his mouth against mine.

"I'll take that as a yes." I said, when he finally came up for air.

He took my shoulders and stood back, looking at me critically. He squinted his eyes, "I don't know, there's something missing..." He reached up and used his fingers to mess up my hair, throwing it back into its usual wild disarray. "There. Perfect."

He left a twenty-dollar bill on the coffee table for the poor housekeeper who would have to clean up our dinner mess, and we slipped out of the room. I felt a little sad to be heading back into the real world, with all its real-world problems. Back into a world where he was a beta and I was a rogue. William seemed to feel it too, as his face grew more serious as we drew closer to the pack house.

"We still need to talk with the Alpha," He said finally, "About the man that shot you."

I looked at him sideways, studying the rather grim look on his handsome face. "You know who shot me?"

He nodded, his eyes never leaving the winding road that lead back to the Rebel Moon pack house. "It wasn't a hunter," he said, repeating the information he'd started to give when we were all assembled in the Alpha's office. "It was a werewolf."

I rubbed at my shoulder, "You mean I was shot by another rogue?"

He shook his blond head, and slowed as we approached the main gate. The guard recognized William and waved us in. He parked the car and turned to face me, his cerulean eyes studying me intently. "You were shot by a pack wolf. An alpha named Michael Bishop."