Mark And Me Novels & Stories

A bit forced though. Message recieved. Too personal questions offlimit. Mark returned the smile and got up from the couch. He needed to check if the weather is great for a good outing. He gazed out of the window....and froze. "Shit! She's here again!" * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I didn’t know if it went through. But it was something. I looked back at the feed. Mark was still working his wrist against the strap, blood dripping steadily. His jaw was set, eyes locked on the camera as if he could see me through it. “Hang on, Daddy,” I whispered. “I’m not letting her win. We’re getting out of here. And when we do… I want you to fuck me so hard I forget this room ever existed.” Mark’s lips moved again on the screen. Even without sound, I read the words clearly.

I declare. "Suit yourself," he says. He runs a hand through his hair and is about to leave when something on my neck catches his gaze. His eyes widen, and he grabs my arm and pulls me closer. His eyes change from blue to bloodshot, "What the fuck is this?" he growls, grip tightening. I wince in pain. "What?" "You're marked!" he roars.

“I’m so into you, I can barely breathe.”- Unknown Dominic POV I smiled at myself when I heard the alarm on my phone. Today will be the day. I'm going to meet my sweet Ara with my parents. We will spend our time in their mansion. I can't even hide my smile when I remember her even though we just met the last few days which ended up with her nice kick on my leg. I shook my head remembering how childish she can be. But I guess that makes me fall for her even more. I choose a casual outfit for today and hurried my morning routine. I can't wait even for a second. Cheesy!

I was drugged. The thought lands cold, and I shove it away just as fast. Lola is my cousin. My best friend since before either of us could walk. And it doesn't matter, because it must have been Derek who brought me here. The ceremony is in two days. Five years of "after the ceremony, I promise"—apparently I couldn't hold out for the last two. Then I catch my reflection in the mirror, and my whole body goes still. On my collarbone, raw and swollen and burning, is a fresh mating mark, shaped like a small dark wolf, humming with an energy I have no memory of receiving.

“It was just a one-night stand. That’s all.” But as I moved toward the mirror I froze. There, on the curve of my neck, etched into my skin was a mark. My eyes widened in horror. Azrik marked me.

His grip tightened slightly as he uttered the word ‘brother’. I felt my breath hitch. “Well, you’re certainly not holding me like a brother would,” I retorted, trying to keep calm, although I was sure he could feel my heart pounding. His lips quirked up. This time, he let his lips brush against mine. “I would ensure that you forgot his name completely, that the only thing you would remember was my name, my smell, and only have my mark all over your body.” The blatant implication made me tremble. I didn’t even know if saying that we were half-siblings mattered anymore, yet.

Ready to be ruined for the night and forgotten by morning. This is supposed to be the same thing. No strings. Two adults. A deal, she called it. So why does some primal part of me want to mark every inch of her skin and make sure no one else ever gets to see her like this again? Get it together, Xandros. I climb over her, settle my weight between her thighs, and remind myself this is just sex and will reduce the way my cock aches so badly whenever I look at her. Nothing more.

he says, a small smile on his face. "That was bipolar as fuck." Mark suddenly says. "You guys saw that?" I say, sniffling. "Hell yeah we did. Good news though. We got your watermelon balls and ice cream. We were wrestling to get it, that's why it took so long." Mark says, with a goofy smile on his face. "Thanks boys." I say, grabbing my snacks. "Can we go watch Lolita?" I ask Vixen. "Oh hell no." he says.