A lot of ya'll were disappointed with the last chapter, so here ya are. It's a short one, but I did update yesterday, so... yeah.

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The train began moving slowly, and as it did, Allen turned on the TV, inciting me to sit next to him. Soon, sitting 'next to him' turned into me sitting between his legs while he leaned against the wall, becoming my personal cushion as we watched TV. His arm wrapped around my midriff, like a seatbelt.

"Allen..."

"Hmm?" he hummed absentmindedly, focusing as Die Hard played on the little TV. They had damn channels. On a moving train. How did that even work?

I bit my lip. "About the whole marking thing... I'm sorry that you didn't get to... well..."

He chuckled, nuzzling his face into my hair. "No worries. I just had to get us out of that situation. I panicked. I'm also sorry- I did get a little unpleasant yesterday, bossing you around."

I laughed. "You're the alpha. Isn't bossing around like 90 percent of your job? I don't think I could even blame you. It's in your nature."

"It's not. You're my mate, we're supposed to cooperating. I just had to get you out of there yesterday. So, sorry."

I laughed at his silliness. "All is forgiven."

He smiled, the smile turning teasing. "So... 'Ares baby'?"

My cheeks heated. "Ares is a baby. He's adorable. I was kind of sad that we were interrupted, to be honest."

"Trust me, he - we - were as well. But we've got plenty of time, once everything has settled down a bit."

I pursed my lips. I love Allen. And Ares. Both of them, the one of them. Whatever. And I... wanted to be theirs. I wanted to know that they knew that I was happily theirs. That being with them was the best thing that ever had or ever would happen to them, that I never wanted to leave them, like, ever. Also, part of me was kind of worried that I might chicken out soon and change my mind if I kept putting it off.

"Why wait?" I asked Allen, looking down at my hands.

He was quiet. "I don't want you to do it because you're scared or worried. Or because you think I'm scared or worried. I want you to want to be marked."

"I do want to. And I wanted to be marked before all of this happened. I asked you to. That hasn't changed. I love you." I couldn't make myself look at him. My hands clutched my sweatpants as nervousness trickled and tingled through my veins, settling in my stomach.

"... you're sure?"

I laughed. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I already said that. You're harder to convince than Ares."

"Ares has a squirrel brain and lives based on impulse. I'm the one in charge most of the time and the one who will have to comfort and apologize if I do something you're not ready for. I don't want that." The sincerity was evident in his voice.

"I am ready Allen. If you don't want to of course that's-"

I didn't get a chance to say more before Allen flipped me around, so we were chest to chest, and pulled me close. He sat up straighter, situating me in his lap, my arms wrapping around his shoulders out of habit. His lips touched mine, and my eyes closed automatically. Our lips didn't stay connected long though- Allen was quick to begin kissing his way along the arch of my jaw, and then down my neck, sometimes moving back up a bit, occasionally scraping his teeth against my skin, making shivers spread over my body over and over again.

He opened his golden eyes, filled with love. "You sure?" he asked again.

My heart skipped a beat when I gasped a yes. His lips found their way back to the base of my neck, sucking and kissing. If it wasn't blue due to the mark tomorrow, it would be blue from hickeys, that was for sure. He kept kissing and nibbling, nervousness building in my stomach the longer it took. Jesus Christ, it feels like he's trying to kill me sometimes.

He then stopped, his teeth resting on my skin. I buried my fingers in his hair, taking a deep breath, and then I nodded, more as a reassurance to myself.

My chest contracted when he applied pressure with his teeth. And suddenly I remembered how Dylan had described his marking. A scary-ass crunching sound. And that was exactly what I heard. A crunch-like sound as Allen's teeth went through the skin of my neck, and muscles and tendons. But it didn't hurt; quite the opposite, actually.

It could be adrenaline or plain hysteria, but it was like safety sang through my body. My heart calmed, slowed, and a sense of being safe loved filled me. I just wanted to get as close to Allen as possible, and so I snuggled closer, his arms happily tightening their hold around me. A breath escaped me, content replacing it.

In Allen's arms -with his teeth in my neck- I'd never felt safer. Part of me wanted to stay like that forever. The other, bottom part of me wanted to get this over with so I could drag Allen to the bedroom at the back of the coach. And once the thought was in my head, it kept developing. Allen touching me, kissing me, caressing every part of my body, the two of his rolling around in the sheets. My core throbbed, begging for attention, beyond just his fingers and mouth. I needed more. A lot more. It was ugly as hell, but goddamnit what I wouldn't do for him to rip my clothes off and use it all over me.

He drew back then, a shiver moving through me when he did. He kissed a few times on top of the bite, then licking on it, as an animal would do on a wound. It was... sweet, I guess, in a weird animal sort of sense.

He ran his nose up and down the length of my throat, breathing heavily. "You alright, love?"

I giggled, still coming down of the high. "Yeah, yeah, I'm... I'm good. You?"

"Never better,"

I closed my eyes, feeling my cheeks heat. "Allen I... I think I might want to have sex." I said because that's how I felt. My body was basically begging for me to spread my legs and let Allen do whatever he wants with me.

He chuckled. "Well, that does sound wonderful, my love, but I'd rather wait with that until you're not drugged up on love hormones anymore. It would feel kind of immoral, taking advantage of you in your... drunk, or erh, blissful state."

"Drunk works. I guess. I love you, Allen. You're sweet."

"Thank you, I love you too- are you sure you're alright?"

"Mhmm," I mumbled, resting my forehead on his shoulder. "Yeah... is there a reason you don't want to have sex with me? Did I do something wrong? I swear if I did it wasn't on purpose. Is it because I look weird? I know my body's kinda wonky in some places, but your dick isn't exactly a sight to behold-"

He threw his head back laughing. "Thanks for that, love. And I'm aware. Ain't ever seen a good-looking one."

I giggled again. "Right, you used to be gay sometimes. With guys... did you like... fuck a guy in the-"

Allen howled out a burst of laughter. "Oh, my goddess you are so entertaining when you're drunk on love hormones. Uh, but for your information... no. When I'm with men I'm usually a bottom, actually. Switch with women though. Wonder why that is. And your body is beautiful, and I love it. I really want to have sex with you, but only when you're clear in the head, anyways, speaking of... love, you're a bit woozy, and I'll get you to bed now. Alright?"

I pouted but nodded against his shoulder. "Will you cuddle me in bed?"

"I won't have sex with you."

"Damnit."

He laughed, hoisting me a bit closer, and getting up from the seats, carrying me the short distance to the bedroom, and placing me on the bed, standing up straight. "Hey! You said that you'd cuddle with me!!" I whined. He kissed my forehead and told me that he was just taking down the curtains so it'd be dark.

He then began to take off his clothes, stripping down to his underwear, before crawling over me. "May I take your clothes off, love? I'm kinda craving some skin to skin right now if I'm being perfectly honest."

"You can undress me whenever you'd like."

And so he yanked down my sweats, to my disappointment leaving on my underwear, and taking off my shirt. He crawled into the bed behind me, wrapping me safely in his arms. He kissed the mark, a shiver passing through me.

After a few minutes, I wasn't sure if he'd fallen asleep. "Allen?"

"Yes?"

"Where are we going? I mean, I get you said Alberta, but..."

He tightened his hold around me. "We're going to the winter cabin. I just wanted to get you far away, and I have great relations in that pack- they'll take care of us if... well, they'll be wonderful hosts."

I nodded. "Are you happy? That you got to mark me?"

"Over the moon. You have no idea how much of a dream this has been for me. It'll be good for you as well. Marking triggers a hormonal response in your brain, and a permanent one at that. You'll feel better when I'm around. Some people say it's like being warmer, or more secure. You'll be happier when I'm near you, and uh, well, from what I've heard, orgasms get more intense, since you're already going to be getting random spurts of dopamine whenever I'm with you- including when I'll be with you."

I smiled. "More intense orgasms sound great to me."

He chuckled. "I'm sure they do. Get some sleep, okay? It's... " he looked at his phone, resting on the little shelf. "It's 2 AM. Sleep. We'll circle back to those orgasms in the morning, alright?"

"Promise?"

He kissed my temple, my cheek, and my mark. "I promise. Get some sleep, and we'll look into sleeping together properly when you're well-rested. I love you."

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Hope ya'll are very happy. I love you.

By the way... I was kinda disappointed with youse guys. My Birthday was on the 26th, and I did not get one gift from any of y'all. What's up with that?/s

Question for youse guys: Favorite Christmas tradition- it can be in your own family, or one you think is fun despite not celebrating Christmas.

I personally love decorating the tree. There's something about finding all the little glass ornaments and watching them reflect the lights.

Uh, I have to fun facts, but I can tell ya what I got for my birthday: 1000 dkk from my mom, and like... the first 4 books of the Bridgerton series, a Touch of Darkness, The Kiss Quotient, Carry On. And a Christmas sweater. That I love.

See you in the next (hopefully longer) chapter.