Chapter Sixteen-Lilly

Marcus' eyes danced from shade to shade, his wolf vibrating his skin, and forcing my stomach into somersaults. Maybe he was right.

I didn't know what I was asking for, but I knew I wanted Marcus' mark on me.

I hated the thought of Jason leaving one.

Marcus tightened his palm around my upper thigh. "I want to give you that, but—,"

I sighed, closing my eyes and trying not to show my disappointment. "Please," I whispered. Days ago, I was too shy to look him in the eyes for too long, and now I was asking—begging—him to mark me. To have sex with me. If Jason did find me, and this didn't go down the way they planned, I didn't want Jason to take his shot.

I wanted Marcus to have all of me.

I wanted Marcus to be my first.

My mate.

My ... everything that Jason wanted to be.

Marcus groaned, and quickly stood up, running his fingers into his sandy brown hair. He turned away from me, bracing both palms

on the wall, and letting his head hang low. His wide shoulders shuttered as he fought