Chapter 6 - Marking you as mine
Amaia's POV
Roland stood motionless on the stage, staring my way with lips apart. He looked so handsome in his simple pair of ripped, washed-out blue jeans, black t-shirt, and combat boots. He looked even taller and more masculine than I could remember. His enormous biceps flexed under his t-shirt, and I could see the distinctive outlining of his beautiful and molded abs.
Roland dropped the microphone, and the crowd of people instinctively moved over and out of the way.
Roland materialized before me in an instant. His massive frame dwarfed mine.
"Mate!" he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes started flickering between black and blue. His wolf was fighting for control.
Gasps erupted in the quiet room; everyone's eyes were on us.
For a moment, Roland stared down at me before he slowly shifted his head down to my nape. He closed his eyes and gently rubbed his nose down my neck, inhaling my scent deeply.
A smile played at the corners of my lips as soft purring sounds erupted from his chest.
"I have missed you!" he whispered, his warm breath tickling the side of my neck, making me sigh in contempt.
I closed my eyes for a mere second, getting lost in his wonderful, sweet, dark chocolate and orange scent. His scent was so chocolaty, citrusy, fresh, and appetizing that I could almost taste it.
A fierce growl like thunder escaped Roland's lips, snapping me out of my haze, and my eyes opened.
I quickly scanned my surroundings for any imminent dangers, finding Hugo frozen in his place, wide-eyed.
Black pools of nothing stared down at Hugo, making him shiver under Roland's intense and furious gaze.
"Mine!" Roland roared, rattling the small windows of the building and forcing every one of the pack members to bow their heads.
In an instant, Roland protectively and possessively scooped me in his arms and moved away from Hugo.
I gently cupped the side of Roland's face and pulled his attention back to me.
"Yours," I whispered, and Roland's face softened.
Roland's gaze found mine, and for a moment he stared into mine. Time seemed to have stopped.
I can't recall how long I had stared into his deep pools of hue, but I found myself lost in them. They were the perfect sapphire color and sparkled like diamonds. I couldn't get enough of them.
Where did you hide all these years?
Roland suddenly moved, snapping me out of my haze. He quickly and effortlessly ran up the stairs and down the hallway.
Startled, my body stiffened.
Where the hell was he taking me?
Roland abruptly stopped at some double doors at the far end of the hallway in a more secluded area.
He held onto me as he unlocked and opened the door. He effortlessly entered and kicked the door shut behind us.
Roland carefully set me down on my feet, and my gaze curiously roamed over the interior of the room.
The area was bigger than the average room.
It had big, wide, light gray walls, thick black curtains, and beautiful paintings of wildlife hanging on the walls.
I sensed Roland's presence before he made physical contact with me, causing a chill to run down my back.
He turned me around, pressed me firmly against the wall, and captured my lips with his.
Sparks erupted where his fingers touched, sending warm and electric tingles down to my core.
"Fck!" I internally growled. I couldn't believe how desperately I wanted him. His whole body was sucking me in.
Roland gently sucked on my bottom lip, pleading for access to my tongue.
"Let me taste you," I muttered. "It's been so long...."
His scent intoxicated me, and the small sparks he left on my bare skin heated and bothered me.
I obeyed his request, feeling compelled to let him in and cater to his every need.
I wanted to taste him too.
I wanted to feel him.
I wanted to have him.
I wanted him to make me his.
Above all, I longed for him to bend me over the bed and fuck my pussy raw!
That naughty thought made me moan and tighten my core.
I wanted to desperately feel him inside me.
I gave Roland access, and our tongues became entangled in some erotic love dance.
Roland poured all his emotions and longing into the kiss. His lips were crafting a story that expressed his wants and needs for me.
I moaned against his lips, feeling my juices leaking and soaking my skimpy black lace underwear.
"You taste just as delicious as I remember," he muttered against my lips.
I wasn't sure what he meant by those words, but I didn't care. I wanted him.
My breathing hitched as his fingers carefully and skillfully traveled down the side of my body, memorizing every curve and leaving a trail of sparks everywhere his fingers touched.
Roland gently tugged at my shirt's hem, as if asking to take it off.
I didn't fight or hesitate. I nodded and lifted my arms above my head.
I whimpered when he broke the kiss.
Roland pulled my shirt over my head, stepped back, and dropped it to the floor.
His breathing hitched as his deep, lustful pools of blue slowly swept over my body.
"Even more beautiful than I remembered," he muttered in admiration.
A little smile tickled onto my lips. It made me proud that he was pleased by what he saw.
I close the distance between us, surprising him, pulling him down, and pressing my lips against his.
Roland pushed me back against the wall, capturing my moans. The heat between my legs intensified as I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
His body was perfectly crafted, just as I imagined.
My hands trailed over his pure, solid muscles on his arms, back, and stomach.
"Oh, Goddess," I internally moaned. "This feels so good. It's even better than—"
My thoughts trailed off as Roland abruptly lifted me onto his torso. An intense and lustful moan escaped my lips as his giant bulge brushed against my already wet and swollen pussy.
"Make love to me," I whispered as his warm lips sucked on my nape.
"I'll do you one even better," he replied, sucking and twirling his tongue on my marking spot. "I'll be marking you as mine tonight!"