Chapter 33

Celeste raised her head to stare at him, her voice trembling as she tried not to moan while speaking. “W-what?”

Zillon smiled gently at her, his two fingers moving in and out of her. “Mark me now, Kitten.”

“Bu—”

“I don’t care about the customs or our werewolf tradition…I don’t think I can wait any longer. I want it…and I want it now. Aren’t you desperate too? You keep saying you want to mark me and you’ve never attempted or asked me to…I don’t think you want me enough…maybe you don’t even want to.”

He turned away from her, but Celeste boldly cupped his cheek, turning his pouty face back to her. Shyly, she rested her forehead against his, pecking his nose. “Don’t say that…I’ve waited all my life to mark you…I’ve been so patient, every time you marked me, I wish I could mark you too…it was torturing…”

“It doesn’t seem that way though.”

“It might not seem so…” Celeste grinded against his fingers when he stopped moving them; the friction worth dying f