Forever Yours

Chapter Twelve

Ethan Williams

Connor's tongue glides across my mark, as he sucks the skin into his mouth. A low moan slips out, and my hands grip his thighs harder. He's sitting on my lap, sucking at my skin. We started out watching a movie, and he ended up in my lap kissing me.

We kissed the other night, and it was so fucking good. And apparently I'm not the only one who thinks so.

"Seeing your mark is sooo hot" he murmurs into my skin. Before he can go back to attack me, I'm slipping my hand into his hair, pulling him away from me. His neck is exposed, and I take advantage of that.

My lips are everywhere, sucking and nipping at him. He moans, and shifts his hips down onto mine. It causes amazing friction. My free hand slides around, gripping his plump ass as he continues to rock against me.

"You taste so good, Pretty Boy. When can I mark you?" I murmured, pulling away. His eyes are dilated, and his hair is slightly messy.

"Are you sure you want to? I'm kind of a mess" his brows furrow, and I yank his hair, turning his head toward me when he puts it down.

"Of course I want to. I just don't want to do it without asking-"

"Like i did" he frowns, and tries to climb off my lap. I shove him onto the bed, caging him in, beneath me.

"That's not what I was going to say, Pretty Boy. I don't want to cause you more stress."

"I want you to mark me." he nods "Now"

"That's your impulsiveness talking. Not right now "I nip at his jaw, and he whines.

"When then?"

"We need to talk about it and make sure you're comfortable with it" I slip from on top of him, and head towards the bathroom. "But right now is not it" I yell over my shoulder.

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So I might be a creep. But I still follow Connor around. It's not that I don't trust him, because I do. It's just second nature to me at this point. He went to school, stopped by the bookstore and now he's currently buying toys for our cats.

We got a new one, Pumpkin. He's a boy, and he's very playful. He's orange, too. Connor picks out a couple toys, and looks through some clothes.

I told him the other night he needed more clothes, because he doesn't have many. And half of what he does has, has holes or is way too big. He looks at a couple sweaters, and some jeans. I can see him fighting with himself to buy them.

But he gets a couple things, and checks out. I don't know how he doesn't know I'm following him. Well scratch that, I do. He's got a lot going on in his head, it's like he's in another world.

He walks to the pack house, and I follow in my truck until I get a call from my dad.

"Hey E, where are you?"

"Uhh running errands. What's up?" I pulled over, watching my curly headed cutie make his way home.

"We have some wolves at the border seeking asylum in the name of the moon goddess. I need you here, bring Connor."

"Alright, see ya dad" I slide my phone in my pocket, and quickly drive after Connor. I honk, and he jumps turning toward me.

"Ethan?" his brows crease, and he tilts his head slightly.

"Hey, perfect. My dad needs us, hop in"

Connor walks to the passenger side, climbing in. "How'd you know I'd be here?"