The Dark World

Chapter 21: Mine

Cairn

Damn werewolf hearing meant I could hear what Marisoll and Ezekiel were doing in their tent. I tell him to stay away from her, and he jumps on her the second he gets a chance to, typical Ezekiel, anything to p.iss me off.

I heard when he brought her to climax and my rage was so palpable I almost full out shifted and lost control. Why did I care if they had s.ex? I only wanted her for s.ex, right? F.uck it, who was I kidding, I wanted her, I wanted her to be mine, my mate, the thought surprised me initially, but then it made sense, from my perspective as a wolf I had claimed her first, taken her virginity, in my eyes that made her mine.

When they were done I was finally able to calm myself, pushing the wolf part of me down and thinking more like a human and finally getting some sleep.

When morning came I got up and found somewhere private behind some trees. I did not hear anything or anyone, so I pulled the front of my trousers down freeing myself, I was big so it didn’t quite work, and I had to pull my c.ock out with my hand so I could p.iss.

Marisoll was the only one who was able to creep up on me without me noticing, at least not right away. I sniffed the air and smelt her, turning my head to the left I saw her watching me and rose an eyebrow, I looked back down at myself and then tilted my head back and closed my eyes, acting nonchalant. “You like to watch a man p.issing, Marisoll?”

Her lack of answer was enough to pique my interest and I looked over at her again. She was looking down at my d.ick, she looked like she was trying to pull her gaze away but couldn’t.

Well now I just felt awkward too because for werewolves it was pretty common for us to mark our mate with both a bite and well, p.issing on them, the same way we marked territory I suppose you could say, it was certainly something I would never dare share with a human, but if Marisoll was one of those rare types of people who were k.inky and got aroused by a male p.issing, then perhaps I could…I shook myself from those thoughts, or tried to. F.uck it. I wanted her, I walked over to her and when she tried to jump back so my p.iss did not hit her, I grabbed her and forced her to her knees, I wasted no time and started urinating on her.

“Cairn!” She yelled.

“I know it turns you on, let me mark you.” I let it spray on her face, she closed her eyes but made no attempts to move, so I continued until I was done and then pulled my zip up.

“I need to clean up,” she whispered. I dropped the smirk, I felt bad hearing the vulnerability in her voice, she probably did not know whether I had done it for a purpose or simply to just humiliate and degrade her.

I helped her to her feet and led her to the river and went in with her. I helped clean her, it did not matter if she washed it away, scrubbed it away or slathered herself in luxurious soaps, to a werewolf’s nose we would always smell that distinct scent of a male wolf, knowing a female belonged to them and was not a free woman.

Ezekiel needed to know too, so I pulled her in against me and using my wolf fangs I bit her neck, making her jump. I held her arms tight so she would not move and injure herself, I did not want to accidentally tear into her throat. I bit down and sucked on her neck, drinking some of her blood, she tasted good and I ran my tongue over the wound, drawing soft moans from her.

I removed my fangs and softly licked over the wound, my saliva would help heal it faster. When I stepped back she asked, “what was that? A love bite?”

I snorted a laugh and replied, “I suppose you could say that.”

“What did you do?” She insisted, holding her neck and looking startled when her fingers came away with blood.

“I marked you.”

“What does that mean!” She asked, growing more frustrated with my short replies.

“It means I marked you as mine, my mate, my lover, my partner, whatever you wish to call it.”

“Like a wolf choosing a lifetime mate?”

I was s.hit with showing my feelings and more softer side, so I simply shrugged and nodded. It seemed to mean something to her though because she smiled up at me and asked, “does this mean you want me as a lifetime mate?”

When I shrugged and nodded again, she asked, “do you love me?”

I groaned at the dreaded question, I was not one for showing my feelings and sure as hell not admitting them out loud. “No,” I admitted, and her face dropped.

“Then why?”

“To p.iss Ezekiel off, I don’t want him touching you.”

“I get to decide who touches me and who does not,” she snapped.

“Not any more you don’t, you are mine now,” I smirked.

“This is not a joke! My life is not a joke, Cairn!” She punched me in the stomach and gave me an upper cut to the jaw almost sending me to the floor, but I managed to stand my ground and rubbed my jaw. “Alright, I deserved that, I’m sorry, you are right, it not not a joke.”

She glared at me and threatened, “nothing has changed, some mark on my neck will not stop me finding love.”

Well s.hit. She stormed off and headed right towards Ezekiel, I clearly did not think this through, I was thinking of him how I would another male werewolf, but he was not, and while other human men would probably stay away out of fear seeing her marked by a werewolf, I knew Ezekiel would more than likely make it his mission to now be even more all over her. I was right.

I watched them, far enough away they could not see me, but not so far I could not hear them with my wolf hearing. I heard her explain what I had done, she conveniently and thankfully left out the part about me p.issing on her, and Ezekiel lightly touched her neck looking at where I had bitten her, then lightly kissed it.

I was not expecting the response I had, was not even aware until I was consumed by rage so hot I full out shifted into my wolf form. Ezekiel, you stupid f.ucking i.diot! I hated the man, but I no longer wanted to kill him, but I was not in control right now. How does one explain to a human the mind of a werewolf? To put it simply I was able to function and live among humans because of the human part of our mind, the wolf was always mixed in there too, we were wolves first and foremost, but had adapted along the way to think and behave more human like, when we lost control everything we had learnt flew right out the window and nothing was left BUT the wolf.

Marisoll was mine, my mate, Ezekiel could not have her. Could a wolf share his mate? Very rare, but yes it was possible, but only with other males within the same pack.

I ran over towards them and jumped in front of Marisoll protectively, snarling and snapping at Ezekiel.

Marisoll yelped and fell back on her a.ss while Ezekiel held his hands out to me speaking calmly and slow, “Cairn, are you there or is it just the wolf right now?”

I bared my fangs and growled dangerously.

“Ok, I am sorry for touching your mate, you think she is your mate right? I don’t want her just for s.ex, I want her to be mine too, I love her as much as you do.”

I was so confused, Ezekiel was in love with Marisoll? And why was I able to have control over myself again at his words? Unless? No, no way. Apparently yes way because I was myself again and in control, it seemed I saw Ezekiel as now a pack member, and Marisoll too, had my father lied about how dangerous it was to have a human mate? Because right now, I knew Marisoll was the safest person in my presence, the wolf loved her, I loved her and there was no way I would ever let her be in danger, certainly not from me.

I snorted at Ezekiel and sat down, lowering his hands slowly he came over to me and asked, “May I?” Brave man indeed, or just plain stupid because he did not wait for a response and ran his hand through my fur. Marisoll joined him, running her fingers through my fur, and I was surprised how much comfort I found in their touches, I knew in this very moment I had found my pack.

“I’m so confused Cairn,” Marisoll whispered against my fur, “do you love me? Or do you only lust after me, I wish you could just be open and honest.”

I got up and walked away from them, leaving them confused, I found somewhere private and made the painful shift back to human and then rejoined them.

“That was a stupid move, Ezekiel,” I said.

“What?”

“Kissing her where I marked her, I could have f.ucking killed you.”

“I did not know you were watching, and it is not like you’ve not killed me before.”

“Do you know how werewolves work?” I asked.

He just looked at me, so I took that as a no. “Before the darkness a bite from us could turn you into one of us, still can, to kill you meant you just died, but since the darkness? It changed us slightly, I kill you, I don’t only destroy your body but your soul too, there would be no coming back from that.”

“Oh,” was all Ezekiel could say, but I saw the fear of how close to true death he came. We all told ourselves how beautiful it would finally be to have a true death, but when it came right down to it, we did not really want to die, what we wanted was to not live in this nightmare, if we could defeat the dark lord then perhaps we could have an actual chance of living some semblance of a happier life, living in a better world.