Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath
"He drags me from wall to table to wall again, like he can’t decide which surface deserves this. Wood bites my spine, the table squeals... His hands are everywhere, rough, greedy, feral. He palms my throat, my jaw, my hips. He fists a hand in my hair and angles my mouth... The kiss is vicious. He grinds me open with it... 'Kneel,' he says. The command is a shove under the skin. My legs fold. It’s humiliating how fast I go and how much I love myself for it."
He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart.
Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of Blackthorn, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him.
But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger.
The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty.
Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once.
He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need.
This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.