⚠️Disclaimer: Sister June loses her virginity⚠️

I tossed a berry at Marcus's mouth and watched, almost in slow motion, as it arched through the air. The berry was just about to fly into his mouth when Casbian's body slammed into him. I had to cover my mouth to keep from laughing at his expression, which turned from adorable disappointment, into rage. He rounded on Cas, bring his fist up to punch him, but I quickly grabbed his arm.

"What are you---"

"Easy, Marcus. He didn't mean to," I soothed with a light chuckle. He gave me a disbelieving glare, but Clent spoke up.

"Step away from the fucking ring if you don't want to get hit. We're trying to fight."

He was right. Marcus was in the way.

Cas slowly got to his feet, disoriented from the roundhouse Clent hit him with. I helped him up, using the towel on my shoulder to wipe at the sweat on his face. I gave him a drink of water and a good luck kiss, then sent him back into the ring. "Kick his ass," I whispered with a giggle. Clent heard me, giving me a playful glare, then they were back to fighting like nothing happened. To my far left, Kelen was teaching Alaric how to kick.

Marcus grunted, then snatched me up with his huge hands. "You're coming with me," he announced, throwing me over his shoulder. I just barely managed to get the container of berries before he was stomping away.

"Is this really necessary?" I whined. The blood was rushing to my head and my limbs were already sore from hours of training. He just smacked my ass in answer. I yelped in suprise, then bit my lip to suppress the moan that dared to follow.

It wasn't long before Marcus entered a room, using my feet to close the door behind him. The berries almost fell when he threw me onto a bed.

I opened my mouth to ask him why he was being a cavman, but he climbed onto the bed and kissed me before I could ask. I blinked once, then closed my eyes and kissed him back. He growled lightly in approval, shifting us into the center of the bed. I lost all thoughts in the pleasure of his muscled body against mine. I latched onto his kinky hair roughly and wrapped my legs around his waist. His hips began to grind against me and my answering moan was swallowed by his mouth.

Marcus's hands trailed down my shoulders. Everything about him was rough, but his touch was gentle, which shocked me so much that I pulled away. His eyes were darker now and filled with love....I can't deny it anymore.

He stared down at me, his eye brows slightly furrowed. I rubbed them, loosening the tension.

"What's wrong?"

Marcus continues to stare at me, then smiles. "Those fuckers told me not to, but I love you, June. I thought that soft bastard, Alaric, would say it first, but they're all scared you'll freak out. I don't care. I fucking love you," he rambles. I now see the nervousness behind his tough guy mask.

I know it's not the ideal reaction, but I begin to laugh. His smile crumbles, but I can't hold back the hysteria. After a while Marcus begins to push off of me, but I tighten my legs around him. Finally, I manage to form words. "Alaric is not a bastard."

He glares at me. "That's all you got from that?"

My giggles start back up, but I shake my head. "I love you back, ya big teddy bear," I shout before attacking his face with kisses. My fingers shoot to his side, tickling. Marcus protests, but I hear the rumbles of laughter he tries to stifle.

"My mate is crazy," he mumbles, then pushes me back onto my back. I once again open my mouth to respond, but he bites my lip. I gasp softly, then moan. I thought I was the bitter. His lips connect with mine once more, tongue twirling.

I wrap my arms around his neck, trying to get him closer, but he slams them back against the bed with a low growl. I squirm underneath him, seeking contact and friction.

His lips leave mine then begin traveling down my jawline and to his mark. The tingles, that had left, come back full force. I moan loudly, eyes rolling back when he rakes his teeth over it. "Marus," I groan, back arching. He laughs lightly, sitting up to look down at me.

"I rather like this position," Marcus tells me with a smirk. His eyes are now red, as mine probably are. Desire eats me alive, making me crazed for him and him alone.

"I want you, Marcus," I whisper, then bite my lip. He knows what I mean.

Marcus, growls for like that 20th time now, then rips his shirt from his chest. I snicker at his dramatics, which earns me a quick lick to my mark. My laugh dies immediately, making way for a moan. "That's what I thought."

Next he stands and his pants come off in the same manner. I sit up on my elbows and gawk at his....monster of an erection. I had no doubt that he would be packing but.....

My eyes grow even larger when he pulls down his boxers. I watch as his....cock....springs up. When it settles it's pointing right at me.

"Oh, I....ummm....wow," I sputter, heat flooding my face, along with hesitation. Would that even----

"Yes it will fit," he tells me like he can read my thoughts. I nod, even though I kind of doubt that. Then he's stalking towards me.

I shift back a little, feeling like prey, but Marcus stops just before the bed. I stare at his perfectly carved body; my own, personal statue of chocolate. I lick my lips absentmindedly.

"Undress," he commands, voice rich and deep from lust.

Shaking my head I ask, "What?"

"Undress. Now." My body clenched at that. Swallowing down the lump in my throat, I do as he says. After what Cas did, I'm not as shy.

Marcus starts to slowly stroke himself, watching me with those blood red eyes. I fumble with the knot on my pants, so focused on his hand. A thick substance leaks from the tip and he groan lowly. That sounds alone makes me ten times wetter.

When I'm down to my birthday suit, he lunges, throwing me back onto the bed and kissing me. The tingles, his lips, his hands, it all puts me under a trance. My hips lift, rubbing my sensitive center against his cock. We both groan, moving faster. I arch my back, eyes closed. Marcus latches onto my left breast, sucking and swirling his tongue. His left hand trails down, finding my clit and rubbing roughly.

A familiar feeling begins to build within me, making me pant heavily. "Marcus," I beg, "I'm gonna..."

Before I can fall off the edge, Marcus pushes into me. My eyes open, widening at the foreign, slightly painful feeling, but I don't even get to dwell on it before my organism slaps me in the face.

"Sorry, Love," he says through gritted teeth, "had to get you all worked up for me. I don't want to hurt you."

I laugh-moan, slightly hysterical. "Mission accomplished." He grins, then begins to pull out. I furrow my brows in confusion. "We're.....I thought there was more."

Marcus doesn't even need to respond because his hips slam back into me. I give a surprised "oh", then moan at how incredible that felt. He does it again, a little faster and harder. My legs tighten around his hips, telling him to let loose. And he does.

Completely.

Marcus starts to pound into me like a piston. I arch my back and fist the sheets, trying to ground myself. He sits up, grabbing my hips tightly and pulling them forward.

"Harder," I moan, eyes rolling back.

He growls, easily giving me what we both want. The building begins again, this time accompanied by a burning. It feels like his setting me on fire; it feels so good it hurts. He slows down, rolling his hips in a way that hits my clit, before abruptly continuing his punishing pace. Tears leak from my eyes. Marcus leans down, kissing both cheeks then my lips sweetly. I wrap my arms around his neck tightly. The building turns into an "almost there" then a "here I fucking come".

And just as an orgasm rushes through my body, I bite into his neck. The taste of his blood brings me into another orgasm. I rip away from him and scream out my pleasure.

A warm feeling floods me and Marcus grunts and groans into my neck, hugging me tight to his chest. His hips stop moving, but stay pressed to me. I pant, licking the blood dripping from my new mark, then let my head fall back onto the bed. Exhaustion begins to rear its ugly head, but Marcus pulls his head up to grin at me. Confusion momentarily overtakes any pleasure, but not for long.

Quicker than I can prepare for, he flips me onto my stomach.

"What are you---" I begin, mocking his words from earlier, but he cuts me off.

"Thought we were done?" He asks, but I have a feeling its rhetorical. Marcus lifts me to my knees, pressing my shoulders down. I wait, anticipation and renewed desire gnawing at me.

Abruptly, he slaps my ass. I gasp then groan. I hear him lightly chuckle, making me even more aroused, then he does it again.

"Count."

Snack. "One."

Smack. "Two."

When we reach five he begins to fuck me again. I try to count, but get distracted by how good he feels inside of me. "I said count," he growls, before grabbing my hair roughly. I don't know what possessed me, but I moan. At this point I wasn't even June.

He starts up the spanking and I try to keep up.

"T-twenty," I scream, my orgasm hitting like a train. My body collapses on the bed.

I don't even have time to recover before he shifts me up so my back is flesh against his chest, arched slightly. One hand reaches between my legs, rubbing my clit at a speed that should be illegal. The other wraps around my throat, squeezing. "Did I say you could cum?" He asks in my ear and I can tell he expect an answer.

"N-no."

He squeezes my neck harder, stopping his hand movements between my thighs. I whine slightly.

"When we're in the bed its Alpha. Now," he turns my head and kisses me, "did I tell you to cum, Beautiful?"

I shake my head. "No...Alpha."

Marcus growls in approval then kisses me again, his hand and thrust starting back up. I pull back, moaning and panting.

"Mmm. That's my little Vixen."

This time when we find our release, he bites into my neck, making me scream. "Alpha!"

Let's just say I didn't sleep for the rest of the night.

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(P.S fuck you auto correct for changing orgasm to organism😂)