"Why do you keep hesitating Sting?" You ask breaking away from his kiss. For at least 15 minutes now you've been making out with Sting under a secluded tree on the outskirts of town. Every time he travels down to your neck he pauses, placing a soft kiss and traveling back to your lips. "Are you having second thoughts about committing to me?"

His gaze meets yours immediately, eyes wide. "NO! No! It's not that." He says shaking his head.

"Then what is it?" You ask, placing a reassuring hand on his cheek. "Tell me."

"It's going to hurt you." Sting said, moving to sit with his back against the tree, looking down in his lap.

"I'm not scared, Sting." You honestly respond. "You told me it could and I'm prepared for it."

"I know, but I'll be the one hurting you." He closed his eyes for a second before looking back at you. "It just feels selfish putting you through that."

This does nothing but confirm your feelings. He's more worried about causing you a little discomfort than getting what he wants. That's all you could ask for in a mate. "That's exactly why I want your mark upon me. I want that kind of selfless love for as long as I can get it. I'm ready, so do it Sting."

He looked in your eyes for a moment, searching for any sign of doubt. Not finding any, he leaned in and aggressively began kissing. Quickly making his way to your jawline, eliciting moans you tried your hardest to contain. You felt his signature smirk as his kisses reached your neck. He found a spot he was fond of near the top of your neck and softly ran his tongue along it. He began to suck on it and your breathing hitched. Then came the mark. Sting bit down and then applied pressure until you both felt the skin break slightly between his fangs.

Sucking in a breath and letting out an audible cry of pain. As soon as he heard that, his lips left your body and he caressed the area, hoping to ease any pain you might be feeling. It stung and felt like it was on fire for a moment, but you did your best to quickly recover. Once the burning was tamed, you begin to feel a slight stiffness grow over the area. Placing your hand on it, you felt them. A few small scales, you assumed resembled Sting's magic in some way.

"Sting.." you whispered out as you began to feel light headed. He met your gaze and that's when it began..