Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Is this what heaven sounds like?" Connor croaked, his voice already filled with humor.

"No, dipshit. This is what the hospital sounds like."

Connor cracked an eye open, despite his raging headache that he had, and looked to see Naomi.

She sat in a hospital chair, dark purple bags filling the creases under her eyes. This made her almost look like a zombie, Connor kept thinking to himself.

He tried to hide the thought of Naomi actually being a zombie, but he failed. He started cackling.

"How is anything funny? You almost died." Naomi stated, carrying an unamused expression on her face.

Connor managed to stop his cackling, only to be replaced by severe anxiety and emotional distress.

"OH MY...Brooklynn?!" He shouted, attempting to sit up. But he realized that that was a very bad idea. Pain shot through his head, sending his hands up to cover his face.

He groaned, pushing at the pressure points around his eyebrows which managed to relieve some of the pain.

He didn't even look up, but Naomi started to speak anyways.

"I was waiting for you to freak out...But she's okay. Actually she's more than okay, she managed to wrestle off six nurses and two doctors today just so she could see your dumbass." Naomi lightly jabbed a finger at Connor's shoulder.

Connor ignored her taunting comments, not feeling the need to create any drama. Instead, he was more interested in seeing his mate who he could actually smell inside of the hospital.

This drove his wolf berserk, he needed to see his mate.

"I'll tell them to let her in." Naomi spoke, not giving Connor any time to respond before she walked out–Closing the door after her.

Barely ten seconds later, he heard footsteps running down the hallway towards his room.

Without a doubt, he could already tell that it was Brook. He could smell her as if he had just walked into a yankee candle shop. Her scent was pressed into his head, and he couldn't get it out.

Suddenly, the door flew open and there in the doorway stood Brook.

His heart nearly stopped, again.

The sunlight hit her face at the perfect angle, making him feel as if he was looking at a goddess. He didn't understand how she managed to still look hot after looking like a corpse no more than a day ago.

Her beautiful chocolate hair was glowing, along with her skin which looked so soft that it would've put silk to shame.

These thoughts swarmed Connor's head so heavily that he didn't even notice Brooklynn hobbling over to him. She reached his bed, and leaned in for a kiss.

She pecked him on the lips, pulling away from him. Her soft kiss lingered on his mouth, and he wished that it would've lasted longer. He wished that he could just grab her and do all sorts of stuff to her.

"If I wasn't just waking up from death, I would so take you right here." He pulled her closer to him, whispering in Brook's ear. "Right in this hospital bed. With the windows open, and everyone watching. I would so just fuck you right now."

She pulled back, and Connor managed to catch a glimpse of her cheeks turning crimson. But she glanced to the side, her hair falling in front of her face.

Brooklynn tried to hide her smile, along with trying to push down the familiar feeling that was pooling down in her lower region. She knew this feeling all too well and realized that she was horny.

What the fuck. She said to herself. Two days after death and I'm already ready to get fucked.

She hadn't realized that Connor could hear the thoughts in her head, until a large grin broke out across his face. It sent more horny tingles throughout her body. And no matter how hard she tried to get rid of the feeling, it just wouldn't leave.

"Something wrong, babe?" Connor sat there in his bed, not bothering to hide his amusement. His mate stood there, crossing her legs as if she had to pee. "You look a little uncomfortable." Brooklynn shot Connor a half-hearted glare, and desperately tried to calm her wolf.

"It's my wolf," Brooklynn said. She gritted her teeth, knowing that she was standing there like an idiot. "She's making me horny."

"Are you coming into heat?" Connor asked, hiding his smile. Brooklynn's eyes widened as she pondered if she was really coming into her heat. It would've been her first heat, and she had no clue what was supposed to happen.

Connor on the other hand, knew exactly what was supposed to happen. He knew that she would be in immense pain, and that the only way to get rid of that pain was to mate with her. Otherwise, Brooklynn would be stuck on bed rest for a few days because there was no way that Connor would let his mate be walking around, especially if she was in heat.

"Maybe I'm just a horny person in general." Brooklynn chimed, sliding her body into the hospital bed that Connor sat in. They ended up pressed together, packed like sardines in the tiny bed. "This is so small," Brooklynn laughed.

"Excuse me," Connor smirked. "I'm not the one climbing into someone else's bed."

Connor leaned closer to her, and brought his lips down to her ear. She didn't bother to hide her blush when his lips brushed her earlobe.

"If you want something bigger, you can always try me on." Connor's voice was raspy, inevitably making Brooklynn squirm. She sat there, subconsciously grinding her hips into the bed, wishing that it was Connor instead. "I could do so many unspeakable things to you, if you will just let me."

His lips kissed the spot that he marked, which reminded her that she still had to mark Connor. She'd do it at some point today, but right now his behavior was sending a shiver through Brooklynn. She sat on the bed, frozen and unable to move. She was unaware of how closely she was leaning into Connor, until she felt his hand sliding up her thigh.

"Connor," She warned. She didn't want to push him away, but she didn't want to let him go either.

"If you don't want me to do anything, just tell me." Connor was still whispering in her ear, and was still managing to make Brooklynn jittery.

"Your hand...It's injured." Brook was choking on her words and was now rambling on with pitiful excuses.

"Only one of my hands is injured, Love." Connor managed to work his hand up to her crotch and was now stroking her. Though she had a pair of leggings on, he could still feel her heat.

She opened her legs wider for him, her body saying the words that she couldn't.

She wanted him.

It had been barely two days since they'd almost died, and they were already ready to fuck.

She allowed him to slide his hand under her leggings and down to her heat, his hand lingering at her entrance. He prodded her lightly, entering only the tip of his finger and then pulling it out.

He did this multiple times, teasing and flicking her. She lightly bucked her hips, attempting to get him to enter a full finger in her. But he just continued to torture her, swirling his tongue on her mark. He pinched her clit, eliciting a low guttural moan.

"You have to keep quiet, babe." He whispered, kissing her lips with his own to silence her. His finger finally slipped into her, drawing another small moan out of her–Which was silenced and drowned by Connor's lips.

He let his finger linger inside of her, allowing himself to feel her wrapping around him.

She was wet around him, like sticking his hand into a bottle of lotion–As weird as it sounded. And she was smooth, smoother than Connor could describe.

Without waiting any longer, he started to move in and out of her. Despite his growing urge to be inside of her, he only focused on pleasing her–Not himself.

And while Brooklynn sat there, lips connected with Connor's and body frozen with pleasure, she let her mind wonder.

She wondered how soon it would be until her and Connor made love, until they finished their mating process. She wondered how she had even let their relationship get here.

She remembered how they started out, Brooklynn carried such hate for Connor. But now she didn't, now she was to the point that she would die for him. She came into Connor's life with the urge to kill him, and now she had the urge to be on him.

Funny how the world works. She thought to herself, releasing a grunt when Connor drove two of his fingers into her.

Brooklynn didn't know why or how, but Connor was delivering her more pleasure with just two fingers than any guy had ever given her.

Everything in her was tingling, and begging for more. She was desperate to have Connor inside of her, and not just his fingers. She wanted him in of her.

She knew that their time to mate was coming, and no matter how much she had delayed it, there was no way she could stop it.

She didn't want to stop it.

She looked at Connor as he took his hand out, and grinned at her. He wiped his hand somewhere on the sheets, which made Brooklynn feel sorry for the poor nurse who had to clean the sheets. Her mind didn't linger on this much more, as Connor gently pressed his lips to hers.

It was a soft kiss, and a short one. But it still made Brook's heart flutter. He pulled away, and she looked at him, before a grin broke out on her face.

"Connor," She said. He shot Brook a look of curiously and slight nervousness, as he responded.

"Yes?"

"It's my turn to mark you."

She expected Connor's face to drop, or for him to completely refuse since he'd already marked her. Instead, he just smiled and exposed his neck to her. Brook stared at him for a bit, before she looked to his neck, and began to kiss it.

Connor's hand rested on her waist, and his thumb was tracing small circles as she found the spot she would mark. She looked up to Connor one last time, who was smiling, before she bit in.

At first a hiss came from Connor's mouth thanks to the pain, but then as the pain began to turn to pleasure, he let out a few deep sighs. He would never understand how him and Brook had gotten to this point. Before Brook, he would've never thought of letting anyone mark him. And now, he allowed Brook to be in control.

And for a man who loved control, he was surprised to see that he loved having Brook in control more.