Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 19

Musu's POV

When Lenora got a mind link that there was an emergency on the fifth floor, she ordered me to stay in her office.

As soon as the door closed behind her, it seemed like the world turned deathly silent. I tried to mind link Marco, but

he had a block up to avoid interruption. Something really serious must be happening

I try to focus on work again, but after about half an hour, I can't concentrate anymore. I get up and start pacing

around the room, picking up nicknacks, setting them back down, and straightening furniture as I wander back and

forth. When that doesn't calm me, I adjust piles of paper, flip channels on the television, refresh the browser on my

laptop. Nothing seems to hold my attention. When I finally sit back down on the loveseat, a couple twists of hair fall

into my face. I blow them out of the way with a strong puff of air in my mouth, but they fall back into the same

place. I don't know how it even fell out of my head wrap. Which reminds me, I need to make an appointment at the

salon. I look at my wristwatch. It's only been ten minutes. I pick up my cell phone and call my mother, but she

doesn't answer. I give a frustrated sigh and look at my watch again. It is late in France. She must be asleep. I toss

the phone to the side and lean back on the little sofa, resigned to the fact that I just need to be patient, patting my

hands on the tops of my legs.

It doesn't take long with my head leaning back that I start to feel exhausted. The stress of the last couple of weeks

has taken a toll on me. I close my eyes and take a couple of deep breaths. A moment later, I feel a hand on mine.

Warm sparks flow from the contact. My eyes snap open and I suddenly sit up straight to find Marco kneeling in front

of me.

"Mi Corazón, I'm sorry I left you alone for so long. Beta Lenora is sending you and me home for the day,” he says

mournfully.

“Marco, Mon Loup, what's wrong? What happened?” I take his distressed face in my hands.

"Let's go home, Musu. I-I just can't...I-It's just too much. Please, let's get outta here,” he shakes his head like he is in

denial or something.

“Alright, let me drive. I think you need me to take care of you today, not the other way around,” I stand up, take his

hand, and lead him out of the office.

When we get to the house, he tells me he'll be inside soon. He just wants a few minutes of fresh air. I go in and set

the kettle on the stove so I can make tea. I watch from the window as he leans his elbows on the railing and puts his

face in his hands.

I have never seen him struggle like this, and I'm not sure how to help. I need him to at least tell me what put him in

such a state, but he isn't ready to talk.

“I know you like your tea, Musu, but let's go for a run with our mate,” Mercy suggests in my mind, “You can talk to

him when we get back.”

"If you think it would help, I'm willing to do anything,” I shake my head, still looking out the window at Marco.

“You need to talk to him as much as he needs to talk to you," she reminds me.

I sigh, “Yes, you're right as usual, Mercy.”

I turn off the stove and step outside.

"Marco, let's go for a run," I whisper loudly as I wrap my arms around his waist from behind, “It will make both of us

feel better. We can spill secrets when we get home. I'll even order pizza so you don't have to worry about me

burning the house down.” 1

I feel a slight chuckle in his chest, “You must have read my mind, mi belleza de ébano, let's go.”

We go to the side of the house that faces the woods and shift. We both enjoy the feeling of our wolves running

freely through the woods, but we shut down our links to give Mercy and Clash time to enjoy each other's company

for a while.

After a few hours, we make it back to the house and shift back to human form. I reach for my clothes out of the

basket next to the back door, but Marco's firm hands around my waist stop me.

“I got a better idea, Corazón,” he smiles as he turns me around, embracing me, and giving little kisses between his

words, “Clash and Mercy had time together. How 'bout you and I do the same. I can't think of anything I want more,

than to be distracted from today by the sparks I feel when your dark skin is against mine.”

"Mmm, well, if a distraction is what my handsome mate needs, who am I to say no," I wrap my arms around his

neck and give his lips a long soft kiss, letting the sparks between us intensify.

I feel his hands slide down my ass and grab the backs of my thighs. He easily lifts me up, allowing me to wrap my

legs around his waist while he carries me inside, kissing my neck and nibbling at my marking spot. I feel myself

purring from the sensation.

Instead of making his way to the bedroom, he stops in the kitchen and sets me down on the counter. He uses his

hands to massage my inner thighs, working his way up between my legs. His kisses move from my marking spot

down to my breasts. I try to watch him as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, alternating between sucking

on it and giving little sharp nips with his teeth that he knows drives me wild. The mix of pain and pleasure makes my

head fall back. I let it lean against the cabinet behind me and moan loudly, placing my hand on the back of his head

so he won't stop.

When he moves to give the other breast attention, I feel his hand at the entrance to my core. I lean my hips

forward to give him better access. The smell of my arousal is thick in the air. I look back to Marco whose eyes are

black as onyx, letting himself go as he pleasures me. His fingers press against me, teasing and gently massaging

my clit as the pleasure builds. Another moan escapes me when I feel one finger slowly slide inside, moving in and

out in a calm, patient pace, followed by a second finger. My hips move against him on their own accord. He looks

up at me with my nipple between his teeth and gives me a devilish smile.

My hands move from the back of his head and I pull him up so I can kiss him. The devilish smile deepens as he grips

my hair tightly and presses his mouth against mine. I give an excited growl when I bite his lip to get him to open his

mouth, allowing our tongues to meet between us.

I reach forward and take his hard member in my hands, giving him long, firm strokes, making him even harder. He

groans into my mouth as he feels the effects of my touch.

When I can no longer breathe, I pull away from our kiss and look into his solid black eyes.

"Take me to the bedroom, Mon Loup, I need this inside me," I give him a hard squeeze, making him growl in

pleasure.

I kiss and lick Marco's marking spot when he picks me up off the counter. As soon as we get to the hallway, he stops

and pushes me against the wall. The action slightly knocks the wind out of me. His rushed, urgent desire makes a

fresh wave of wetness drip from my core. He holds my legs up just high enough that I feel his hard member against

my entrance.

“You're so beautiful, mi Corazón,” his rough voice breathes huskily in my ear, “I love you so fuckin' much."

Before I can answer, he thrusts his hips up and lowers me onto his awaiting erection, pushing deep inside my core. I

cry out as he fills me, creating a sudden burst of pleasure, edging me closer to ecstasy. I rake my claws on his back,

expressing how close I already am to reaching my climax. He pumps harder when he feels me tighten around him

as my orgasm builds. His breath is rough and ragged as he moves in and out, faster and harder. Being held up

against the wall like this, I have no control over the pace, but it doesn't matter. I let myself bounce against him as

Marco moves perfectly against me. My legs stay tightly wrapped around him until I can't control myself anymore.

A loud howl comes from deep inside me as my orgasm hits its peak. His fangs extend and plunge into the marking

spot on my shoulder. I'm practically blinded by pleasure as I feel him grip my shoulder hard with his teeth. I lose all

control of my senses and yell loudly in the rhythm of his movements.

We're both slick with perspiration when I sense a change in his rhythm. Faster and more urgent as he edges closer

to his own orgasm. I push against him until I feel him release inside me. I extend my fangs and force them deeply

into his marking spot, biting down hard the way he likes. He hisses with the mix of pain and pleasure as I grip his

shoulder with my mouth. I feel his muscles relax and his damp forehead rest against my shoulder before I let go.

We are both panting heavily, kissing each other more gently now. He pulls himself out from inside me, leaving me

feel empty but satisfied.

"Come on, mi belleza de ébano, let's go lay down,” he pants, picking me up bridal style and taking me to the

bedroom.