Sneaking around was hard, it was scary but every stolen moment was worth it. When he asked about seeing me through my first real heat so we could bond, how was I supposed to say no?
My smile returns a little as I reach up and touch his bite on my chest, the deep pink still tender under my collarbones as his mark continues to heal.
I’ll never forget that moment or what it felt like to be so connected to him. How I felt it right down to my soul when he sunk his teeth into my skin, or when he encouraged me to do the same. Nothing could erase that, not when it was the single most defining moment of my life so far.
I didn’t think I’d wake up without him, though, and that makes the last several days a little bittersweet. Especially since I have to go home in a little over forty-eight hours, and I have no idea what’s going to happen when I do.
His mark is easy enough to hide. It’s not like I walk around shirtless at home all hours of the day, my chest is usually hidden. It feels somewhat disrespectful to my mother and Tati if there isn’t a purpose to it, like swimming or whatever. Plus, I’m a little self conscious about my body. The scars from my G-tube aren’t my favorite to show off so I try to avoid it whenever possible.
He doesn’t care about that, but then again, he remembers what I looked like before I had it, and he knows why I had it in the first place. He’s told me more times than I can count how grateful he is for those scars because I wouldn’t be here or be his without them.
My mark on his body? That might be another story.
He wanted it where everyone would see it, so they knew he was a bonded male and proud to wear his mate’s mark.
That gave me so much anxiety I nearly threw up. Which, of course, was an extremely romantic way to start a two-week vacation with my scent match. He didn’t care, though. He talked me down, explained, and when I was still worried about the attention and repercussions from it, he compromised.
Once it was healed, he’d get a tattoo that didn’t cover it but incorporated it so it wasn’t so obvious.
I’ll believe it when I see it.
I trust he’ll get the tattoo, I just don’t know if I buy it being any kind of distraction from the impressions my teeth left on his skin.
Knowing him, it’ll showcase them and we’ll be dealing with a huge mess before I even get back to Woodstock.
With a grunt, I roll to my stomach and bury my face in his side of the bed, inhaling his scent like an addict, before deciding I need to get up and see what kind of damage we did to my cottage.
I don’t particularly care, not really, but my mother will send maids up here once I get home and I don’t need them reporting back to her about all of the slick and cum they had to wash out of the rugs and furniture leading to my nest.
I had no idea how hard or fast my heat would hit without the meds, but it did both, right in the living room while we were trying to pick out a movie.
My mother, unfortunately, knows I’m not a virgin and she doesn’t care outside of making sure I’m smart about being active, but this is very different. Especially since the team of maids she’d send have worked for us for a long time. They’d know I didn’t just have some stranger up here so we could fuck for two weeks straight. I’m also not typically a messy person so jizz and the like outside of areas deemed acceptable for such would be a major red flag.
I yawn as I get up on all fours, crawling to the edge of the bed before I sit and plant my feet on the ground. I stretch again, smiling at the way the skin over my pec pinches, how it stings with a little reminder of why it hurts, then push to standing before I head to the bathroom.
Where I find a piece of paper taped to the mirror with my name and a note scrawled on it in a very familiar chicken scratch.
Niko -
Sorry to bolt, malysh, but I got orders.
Had to report early.
Didn’t want to leave you.
Make sure you eat. Something with protein and carbs.
Drink lots of water.
I left you my hoodie.
I’ll come back tonight if I can.
Text me.
I love you.
D
