Mark Mark Fruit Novels & Stories

Her getup was certainly not something she would prefer and her dark face was attesting to the fact she did not like it a bit. Li Yu and Si Xiu looked at each other speechlessly before averting their gazes towards the culprit. Mark was sleeping on Tang Li's luxurious king-sized bed with one of his elbow propped up in a pillow as he supported on his fist. In his other hand, he was holding a bunch of ruby roman grapes dangling it near his mouth. His tongue peeked out as he frivolously licked a group before plucking it from the bunch, "Rich people and their deep pockets. How wonderful," he murmured as he looked at his friend who was sulking.

Lucas reached for one of the bottles and half-turned to smile up at him. “I like pomegranate stuff,” he admitted as he straightened. “It’s kind of trendy, I guess, but it tastes good.” Mark nodded and tried to get his composure back. “Okay,” he managed, but his act wasn’t good enough; Lucas was squinting at him, looking almost concerned. “Something wrong?” Lucas looked around the apartment for a cause and, seeing nothing amiss, looked down at himself. “You wanted to save the pomegranate one?” he finally guessed, but even he seemed to realize that it was an unlikely cause of Mark’s agitation.

I got there as I look through the masks available; all appear okay, but I wanted something that screams happy birthday and while I search through I see Drake walk past; he is busy with grocery shopping at the other isle… I couldn’t hold my back as I left to get what Candy wanted me to buy; and I came to meet him; he held a milk container, when I walked in, he looks at me surprised, then said, "Maria; why are you here?" He questioned me.... "You tell me; why are you here as well? I didn't think, alpha go grocery shopping" I said and smiled after talking… Drake put the milk container into his shopping cart; he pushes it ahead to the cereals.

Even though she was no longer pregnant now, she still didn’t want to take the alcohol. “I see you’ve added it to the list of drinks available. That’s nice,” Steph said. “People love it. Thanks for giving me the idea to put it up,” Mark said and Steph smiled. “You’re welcome,” she said. Mark went to get the drink and while he was gone and there was nothing else to do. Steph brought out her phone and was going through pictures she and Alex had taken together and she just smiled watching them. The memories behind the pictures were coming back to her and it made her smile.

I would throw every last bit of power I had into it. I hunched over, barely noticing the throbbing in my gums as my teeth lengthened, and for a moment my mouth hovered hesitantly over the nape of my mate’s neck. Then I bit down, breaking skin, and the coppery-iron taste of his blood came spilling into my mouth as I Marked him. This is going to scar, I mused cynically to myself, wincing, but the observation lasted for barely a moment before I was plunged into a world of vibrant colors and emotions so overpowering I almost lost my footing at the joy of discovering that something remained of Hector.

She actually had fun and Mark had been really nice to her through out their date. Mark had finished his blueberry flavoured crepe and threw the colourful wrap into the bin next to the bench they sat on. “Did you have fun?” Melissa took a bite out of her strawberry flavoured crepe and nodded. The tangy, yet slightly sweet taste of the raw strawberry graced her taste buds. “Yeah, this is the most fun I’ve had in weeks, no years.” Melissa replied, feeling a bit of pensive sadness at the realisation. “Im glad you had fun, really.” Mark said as he looked at her warmly.

“You’re amazing, don’t forget that.” He nodded and smiled as he led her to catch up with Ajax and Santi, who were now in the fruit section arguing. “What’s wrong with me wanting to buy whole boxes of apples, grapes, and mangoes?” “There’s no place to put them,” Ajax snapped. “With all the meat you’re putting in the cart, do you think there’s space left in the fridge? Use your head, Marquess.” The Marquess pouted. “Then let’s buy a new fridge. Problem solved!”

“You have to. You’re carrying my pup now. Our pup. I can smell it on you.” Good lawd. Part of me wanted to deny it, but my body knew that it wasn't far from the truth. Damon’s fingers rubbed me through the fabric, and I nearly cried out. “Fuck, you’re still so wet. Still dripping with me.” “Damon, not now,” I moaned, even as I rolled my hips against his hand. “I need to mark you deeper,” he growled, nipping at my neck. “Before they find us.” He spun me around, pressing my chest against the wall. So roughly, he yanked my jeans and panties down to my knees. I heard his zipper, and then his thick, hard cock was pushing back inside me from behind.

I leaned in close, using the glass like a mirror and tilted my head. There it was.. a small fresh mark on the lower side of my neck, right where it met my shoulder. It looked like a bite but deeper and more permanent.. a mate mark?! My eyes went wide. What the actual heck? That stranger from the woods last night... he hadn’t just kissed my neck and given me those little nips while he was fucking me. He’d marked me..! Like, for real. Claimed me without even asking! I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My hands started shaking. This couldn’t be happening. I was just some nobody Omega who snuck off for one wild moment. And now the whole pack was losing their minds over it.

“That’s the problem.” Mark studied her, then shifted and stood. “What are you doing?” “Fixing something,” he replied, then walked out. Mia frowned in confusion. “Fixing what? Wait, is he mad at me?” Minutes passed. “He’s definitely mad,” she whispered to herself, just as the door opened again. Mark returned, carrying a tray. Mia blinked. “Is that... breakfast?” “Observation skills improving,” he teased. She watched as he set down coffee, toast, fruit—simple, intentional. “You made this?”