Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 70

It didn't take long to get back to the manor; I never thought I would ever step foot back on the Roessler grounds. The guards stared at me like I had 8 heads on my shoulders as we approached the gate. I didn't think they were going to allow us through. "What business do you have here, slave?" One of the guards asked, sizing me up and his eyes scanning Mateo curiously and suspiciously.

"I need to speak with Marlon," I told them.

They looked amongst each other for a long while. Kamala stepped to my side.

"He's going to want to see her; if he replaces out you denied her access, it'll be your heads on the stake," she warned them.

Surprisingly enough, they started to look worried. They looked her over carefully to replace any signs of bluffing. When they saw none, they finally nodded and stepped aside.

"Thank you," I told them all as I rushed past them and through the yards of the manor.

I saw some glimpses of the maids in the gardens staring at me. They had their mouths hanging open; I'm sure they never expected to see me again. They were shocked, but I couldn't tell if it was the disappointment or excitement I saw in their eyes.

I also saw Beatrice eyeing me from the far side of the garden; she looked anything but excited to see me. I kept my head down, trying not to reveal how embarrassed I felt. It felt weird to just walk into the manor without anyone guiding me, but I needed to see and speak with Marlon right away.

Winston stood at the door as he usually does; his mouth was gaping at me, and his eyes were wide with alertness. He was speechless; he had no idea what to say to me at that moment. I opened my mouth to try and defend myself to him and explain why I needed to see Marlon, but then I heard a familiar voice not far from us.

"Deonna?" I turned to see Bob standing there; his eyes were also large with alert.

I'm sure I was the last person he expected to see; I was the last person anyone expected to see.

I shuffled my feet against the ground, uncomfortably as I stared up at him; he approached me cautiously.

"Why are you here?" He asked; his voice sounding distant. He looked at Mateo briefly with a disgusted look on his face and then his eyes traced over Kamala. His frown deepened and he looked even more disgusted. "And why did you bring this dirtball?" He asked, still eyeing her suspiciously.

I saw Kamala pressing her lips in a firm line, trying to bite her tongue before she said something she really regrated. I loved the fact that she had no filter when she was feeling brave enough, but it also got her into trouble. That was what drew me to her, to begin with; we were both the same when it came to our mouths.

"I need to see your father," I told him. "Kamala is my family and comes with me regardless of where I go."

He rolled his eyes and stared back at me.

"You've been gone for months. He's moved on. You should too," Bob said, keeping his tone low.

I refused to believe that; from the way my wolf was feeling, being this close to Marlon, I knew I was still on his mind. I knew he still thought of me and that he missed me as much as I missed him. I also knew that he could feel me close to him. "Let me talk to him, Bob," I demanded.

He stared at me for a long while before answering.

"Go home, Deonna. You aren't welcome here anymore," Bob shot back.

"I need to see him," I nearly begged; I could feel the tears burning in my eyes and I hated myself for revealing this kind of weakness to him.

Before he had a chance to say anything more, my wolf howled from within me and it nearly startled me. I had never heard her so loud and excited before, I stumbled backward from the lack of warning. Then, I heard another familiar voice. "Deonna?"

I looked up at the marble, spiraled staircase in the center of the foyer to see Marlon standing there. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were large with shock and a little bit of worry lingering in his gaze.

I was at a loss of words; he looked so amazing in his golden armor and his silky silver hair tucked neatly behind his left ear. He had grown more fuzz around his facial features giving him a masculine identity. My heart was beating heavily in my chest but in a good way.

I felt Mateo flipping his gaze over to Marlon and the excitement rising within him as well. I held him close before he jumped out of my arms.

Marlon's eyes went from me to Mateo and back to me before he said anything more.

"What are you doing here?" He asked; his voice sounded distant, and his expression was hard o read.

I think he was worried that I was in danger and came back to him because of that danger. He wasn't expecting to see me here ever again; he didn't think I'd want to come back to him. My wolf was telling me he wanted me here. I could see the hazy purple of her aura illuminating my skin and the silvery outline of his aura being revealed through his skin as well.

Our wolves were greeting each other and happy to see each other; we could both see it and we could both feel it.

"I needed to see you," I told him; trying to keep my voice steady.

I bit the bottom of my lip to keep myself from breaking down into tears even though I so desperately wanted to.

After another breath of silence and staring at one another, he broke into a giant grin and ran the rest of the way down the stairs. I handed Mateo to Kamala so I could embrace Marlon tenderly.

He scooped me into his arms and spun me around the foyer; I felt myself melting in his embrace. My wolf nearly jumped from my body and mashing into one with his wolf. I could hear her howling with delight; his wolf emerged from his body and howled alongside mine

I was selfish for denying my wolf this pleasure for so long and I refused to do that again. I was giving in to her desires and I won't step back anymore. I wrapped my arms around Marlon's neck and pulled myself close to him, further into his arms. Further into his embrace.

His lips found mine and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I felt the softness of his kiss against my lips; the moisture of his tongue tracing mine gently brought my body so much warmth and love. I needed him, I wanted him, I loved him.

...

Hours had passed since we arrived home. Marlon dismissed Bob for the rest of the night due to him trying to get rid of me. He told Bob that he would deal with him later and that he needed to spend some quality time with me. He set Kamala up in the guest bedroom that I once stayed in; she stayed in there with Mateo for the night because Marlon and I needed to catch up.

I stayed with Marlon in his bedroom. We were meant to talk about everything that's happened these last few months. Leading up to why I decided to return. But we couldn't get enough of one another.

I needed to continue to feel his embrace; I wanted to feel him close to me and to feel his love for me. I've been missing him more than I thought I was going to. I didn't realize how badly my body craved him until we were back in one another's arms. I pressed my naked body against his and felt his erection between my legs; I felt his stiffness begging for access. He wanted to be inside of me, and I wanted him there more than anything. I felt his breath on the nape of my neck as his tongue traced my neck and down to my shoulder blade. I moaned at every touch he provided me.

I pressed myself close to him; I felt his erection inserting me gently. He filled me with himself, and I moaned out his name softly. I allowed my hips to move in the same rhythm he moved in; I had my legs wrapped around his waist and my breasts pressed against his face. He took my nipples into his mouth and sucked them slowly; tugging them gently with his teeth and growling slightly as he did so.

We were moaning together as we picked up speed; he deepened himself into me and I threw my head back. Feeling the sensation of him inside of me; craving for more. I quickened the pace again; I felt the sweat beading on my forehead and dripping down my features. It rolled down my neck and onto my chest. I felt his warm tongue licking the sweat as it came down my body.

My breasts bounced freely in front of me as I continued to bounce on top of him. He draped his slender fingers through my thick, dark, curly hair and pulled my head back so he could continue kissing my neck and my chest.

"Oh, Marlon..." I breathed into him as his lips found mine once again.

I kissed his tender mouth and drew his bottom lip into my mouth, sucking on it gently. Tasting hm. Wanting every inch of him.

"I love you..." he whispered into my ear.

I loved him too; I loved him more than I could breathe.

I felt myself reaching my climax; I didn't want it to end. I never wanted it to end.

I wanted this embrace and his love to last forever.