You don't have to mark me at the ceremony..." His finger ran along her clit, slowly sinking into her wetness. "You can do it now...let's make this our little ceremony before the official one."
Celeste raised her head to stare at him, her voice trembling as she tried not to moan while speaking. "W-What?"
Zillon smiled gently at her, his two fingers moving in and out of her. "Mark me now, Kitten."
"Bu—"
"I don't care about the customs or our werewolf tradition...I don't think I can wait any longer. I want it...and I want it now. Aren't you desperate too? You keep saying you want to mark me and you've never attempted or asked me to...I don't think you want me enough...maybe you don't even want to."
He turned away from her, but Celeste boldly cupped his cheek, turning his pouty face back
