The Rebellious Omega

Blair POV

His gaze was scorching. He reached down and pinned my arms above my head, a sly smile on his face. "Keep them above your head" he snarled and I stared.

What would happen if I tried to move them? Something told me the punishment would not be too harsh but I was more than happy for the moment to follow his directives. I swallowed hard, obliging, my arms staying firmly fixated above my head. He c****d his head and then allowed his hands to fall away. I kept my arms raised as he began to slowly move in and out of me, my body pulsating with pleasure that continued to rise with every stroke of his c**k moving inside of me as I gasped and whimpered, my body beginning to feel like it was coiling inside of itself.

Any minute now and I was going to come undone. I could sense it. He continued to move slowly and I groaned. He was enjoying himself. Another o****m tore through me and I shrieked, my legs wrapping around him as he bent over me, arms on either side of my head, a devilish grin on his face. Out of reflex or habit, my arms began to lower down to clutch at his back and he shook his head tsking. I felt his hand move them back up."Up" he commented and I gave a huff, wanting to touch him and a little irritated that I couldn't.

"Keep them there or else I'll spank you" he breathed and instead of being turned off by the words I felt turned on instead. He began to thrust in and out of me faster, the angle causing my body to tense as a wave of pure unadulterated pleasure ricocheted through my body. I gritted my teeth. He was making it extremely difficult not to move my hands and I bit my lip, my eyes raising to meet his knowing ones.

"Please" I choked out, aware I was begging and not caring at that stage "Please Braedon" I gasped as he began to thrust even harder inside of me.

He smirked "Fine, lower your arms" he commanded and I almost sobbed in relief, lowering them and clutching his back, my nails digging in slightly whenever a wave of pleasure washed over me as he let out a strangled sound of his own pleasure.

I felt him thrust even quicker and knew it was only a matter of time. I was so lost in the moment of everything happening that I didn't notice when he began to nose the nape of my neck, kissing it gently and with utmost tenderness. My body was moving to his beat and my head was flung back as I rocked in tandem to his thrusts, wanting more, o****m after o****m tearing through me. I was a whimpering mess. He sucked on my neck and I moaned. Then I felt it. What I had least been expecting was when I had put my guard down. The sharp sting of his canines as they bit into my flesh. I had expected pain and I was not disappointed. What I had not expected was the ultimate mind-blowing pleasure that accompanied it, that sent me screaming his name as my body convulsed with an o****m that almost had me passing out as he came at the same time, licking the wound closed with his rough tongue and gripping my body tightly as he finished.

He stayed inside of me as my own instincts came over, my body moving of its own accord, our bodies sideways, my canines appearing out of nowhere and biting down into his neck as his eyes closed in bliss. I drew blood and then pulled back, licking his wound. A tattoo of a black wolf appeared, with a crown on its head, a mark of a royal wolf. It was majestic, and royal and showed that he had been claimed and now I as well. He tightened his arms around me as I fell back onto the pillow, my body thoroughly spent. I reached up and traced my neck, knowing that I would have the same mark on me.

A wave of exhaustion hit me. "How do you feel?" Braedon asked with a twinge of concern. I felt him slowly slide out of me.

I blinked at him hazily. He seemed to be fine, but I felt like I was about to pass out, which was strange. Why was I affected

so badly by nothing more than what was a simple marking ceremony? I had never heard of something like this happening before. I had seen plenty of mates mark each other too. Not one of them had mentioned something like this. "Tired," I said drowsily "so tired. Why Braedon?"

"Give me a minute," he said quickly and headed to the bathroom.

He was gone for only moments and then back, sitting beside me and stroking my hair, his eyes narrowed as he studied me.

"I should have warned you beforehand," he said guiltily as I stared at him accusingly "Most markings only cause a tiny bit of tiredness but in your case, due to not having a wolf of your own and being marked by the strongest werewolf in the world, it's going to be extremely tiring due to the nature of the mark. I'm sorry Blair, but you're going to need to sleep this off before we head to the Silver Fog Pack" he added.

"You knew this would happen," I said tiredly, yawning and failing to shout like I had intended.

He ducked his head "I suspected. While I might be slightly tired, you're exhausted sweetheart. Why don't you get some sleep and rest?"

I could already feel my eyes fluttering closed. My vision was becoming blurry and my breathing was shallow.

I had feared having an attack when we marked but to my surprise, nothing of the sort had occurred. I felt a sigh of relief even as I wanted to snap at my mate for not informing me about the tiredness earlier. My hand crept out to touch him. "Stay" I murmured surprising him.

He didn't hesitate. He pulled back the bedcovers and climbed in, the mattress dipping below his bulk. He turned and grabbed me, holding me tight in his arms. "Let's both get some rest," he said kissing me on the forehead "and leave for the pack tomorrow. I love you, Blair," he said and I felt overwhelming love for this man who fought for me with every fiber of his being.

"Love you" I muttered and he held my hand, sending tingles through it.

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to begin to drift off into the land of slumber. But as my body fully relaxed, my mind empty of all thoughts and worries, my body curling up beside my mate and snuggling against him, I swore I heard a voice inside my head, one that didn't sound like me and it sounded extremely peeved as well as loud.

It's about bloody time. I thought I was going to be stuck inside of you without you hearing me forever. Christ.