Owning My Mating Mark

MASON’S POV

I slammed my hips forward, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as I pressed him flat against the mattress. Sweat dripped off my jaw, stinging my eyes, but I couldn't stop. The friction, the heat, the sheer tight stretch of him around me was driving me out of my mind.

"You're my little slut," I growled, my fingers digging into his hips to anchor him down. "So take this cock and please Daddy like a good boy."

"Oh... Daddy," Kieran sobbed, his head snapping back as he turned to look at me through a blur of tears. His cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, his mouth slick and parted. "Do you... do you like how I taste?"

"You have such a sweet hole, baby," I gasped, the words tumbling out as my pulse thundered in my ears. "I just want to keep fucking it."

Every thrust drove me deeper into delirium. My body burned, my blood roaring as I buried myself inside him over and over. It had been forever since I felt a rush like this—a violent, intoxicating release that wiped away every trace of stress, every expectation, leaving only raw pleasure in its wake.

I slammed into him with a harsh snap of my hips. Kieran gasped, his back arching off the bed as a ragged groan tore from his chest. Sliding my hands up his spine, I wrapped a tight grip around his throat, pinning him to the sheets while I maintained a ruthless tempo.

Muffled whimpers escaped him, his body trembling violently beneath my weight. Seeing him squirm under my hold, watching him cry out and plead for more while I pushed him to the edge , it was absolute perfection. Tears tracked down his temples, his breathing turning into jagged, shallow hitches.

"Hmm..." Kieran groaned softly as my grip tightened around his neck, my lower body striking his again and again without mercy.

"Fuck..." I breathed, as the intense surge of heat shattered through my core.

My eyes snapped open. I bolted upright, gasping for air as my chest heaved. Cold sweat poured down my forehead, trailing down my neck as my heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped animal. I swiped the back of my hand across my brow and shoved both hands through my wild, disheveled hair, my body still thrumming with the ghostly sensation of the dream.

I blinked hard, trying to focus through the haze, and saw my sister Ellie sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Fuck!" I cursed, burying my face in my palms and groaning deeply. My heart wouldn't slow down, and my skin still felt scorching hot from the explicit nightmare.

I dragged my hands down my face, glaring up at her through tired, bloodshot eyes. "What the hell are you doing in my room, Ellie?" I grumbled, my voice raspy from sleep.

"Last time I checked, I can go anywhere I want in this mansion," she retorted, crossing her arms tightly over her chest and narrowing her eyes. "And last time I checked, you were supposed to be at school an hour ago, you brat."

"Fuck off, Ellie," I groaned, rubbing my face before grabbing the duvet and pulling it straight over my head. I rolled onto my side, curling into a ball. "Leave me alone. I'm going back to sleep. Isn't it like seven in the morning?"

"It's ten in the morning, dumbass!" Ellie snapped, yanking the blanket off my shoulder.

I sat up instantly, my head snapping toward the digital clock on the nightstand. The glaring LED numbers read 10:14 AM. My jaw dropped. "Ten?" I muttered, staring at the clock in utter disbelief. "How the hell did I sleep until ten?"

Not only was I late, but my brain was currently infested with a twisted, vivid dream about my worst rival. I dragged my hands over my head, digging my palms into my eyes to erase the image of Kieran beneath me.

"Mason!" Ellie called out, her fingers tapping impatiently against the mattress.

I didn't answer.

"Mason, what the hell is that?" Her tone suddenly shifted, dropping its sarcastic edge into something rigid and alarmed.

I slowly lifted my head, my brow furrowing. "What?"

She pointed directly at the left side of my neck. "Did you get a new tattoo, or is that what I think it is?" she asked, leaning in closer to inspect my skin.

"A tattoo?" I scoffed, reaching up to touch my collarbone. "I didn't get a tattoo. Stop playing games, Ellie, it's not funny."

Snatching my phone off the nightstand, my thumb flew across the screen to launch the front-facing camera. I angled my phone, tilting my head to inspect my reflection.

My breath caught in my throat. "What the fuck is this?" I whispered, my thumb tracing a dark, raised mark patterned into my skin.

I turned my head further to get a better angle, but a sudden, pain seared straight down into my shoulder. "Ah!" I hissed, recoiling instantly and clutching my neck.

"That's a mate mark," Ellie warned, grabbing my wrist to pull my hand away from the fresh wound. "Don't touch it."

"A mate?" My heart slammed against my breastbone. "What are you talking about?"

"Look at it, Mason! It's a half-moon mate mark," Ellie explained, her finger hovering near the burning skin. "The matching half is on whoever you marked last night."

I stared at my reflection, my hand shaking slightly as I lightly hovered my fingertips over the inflamed skin. "How do you even know that?" I asked, my voice barely audible.

"Who were you with last night?" Ellie demanded, her dark eyes locking onto mine. "Whoever you were fucking, that's who you bound yourself to."

"Layla," I answered instantly, running both hands through my hair as a sickening wave of cold anxiety washed over my stomach. "I was with Layla last night."

"Layla?" Ellie repeated, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Layla is in the emergency room! She's been unconscious since midnight!" She shook her head, looking at me like I'd lost my mind. "Are you insane? You fucked your rival's girlfriend, beat him up, and then marked her while she was passed out? This is out of control!"

"It has to be Layla!" I snapped, sitting up straight as panic surged through me. "I didn't touch anyone else last night!"

"She can't be the one, Mason," Ellie argued firmly, shaking her head. "She suffered a severe concussion. You didn't mark a girl who was lying unconscious on the floor only to be carried out by paramedics hours later." She folded her arms, her jaw set.

"You're right..." I swallowed hard, my palm pressing against my forehead as my head throbbed. "She hit her head when Kieran and I were throwing punches..." I trailed off, staring at the hardwood floor as the horizontal lines of reality began to fray.

If it wasn't Layla... who the fuck did I mark?

I threw off the covers, my feet hitting the cold floor as I began pacing the length of the room.

"We need to find out who I marked," I said, my voice dropping into a dangerous, deadly hushed tone as I clenched my fists until my knuckles turned white. "We need to figure this out before Mother finds out. I made a promise to her, Ellie, and you know what happens when someone breaks a vow to the Alpha matriarch."

I stopped pacing and looked my sister dead in the eye, my skin pale. "The punishment will be far worse than death."