Mark X Allen Novels & Stories

I slowly move my hips while Kane caresses my breasts and Axel thrusts into me. Just as I am about to climax, Axel sinks his teeth into my neck and marks me. The exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure is so overwhelming that I cannot help but cry out, and Kane’s lips muffle my scream as my body trembles against Axel’s chest. Axel moves slightly, untangling my hands around him, and pulling my head backwards into his neck. I lick his neck, and he shivers when I graze my teeth against his skin. “Now, Elara,” he groans, and I mark him just as he ejaculates into me.

Listening to his confident blackmail, my stomach churned. He was using my freedom and my life as chips on a poker table, trying to force me back into being his breeding mare. "Ethan," I said, my voice steady, "you have truly found a new rock bottom for Alphas everywhere." "Keep the Memory Crystal. You can use it as your portrait at your funeral." I hung up. Facing the advancing Enforcers, I didn't resist. Instead, I took a step back, clearing the way for the shadow behind me.

"Andre's mistake is only focusing on Cara. Watching the video, I identified her best friend, who through her old F******k post, shows they have been friends for a long time. The video proves, forgive my use of language, she was a hooker. Given the fact that it's known that Cara works as a bartender in that bar and is also best friends with her, she can be identified as one by association." Xander swings his arm, letting his fist make contact with Mark's mouth. He had wanted to do it for long, it makes the pain he feels on his fist worth it. Mark's face leans in the direction of the punch as he tastes his blood in his mouth. Mark smiles, as he has been waiting for Xander to do that. He straig

“Who sent you?” Mark grunted. “No one. Just me.” “Bullshit.” Alexander pressed harder. “You had help. Keycard. Access. Someone inside.” Mark laughed once. Choked. “You think I’m the only one who hates you, Voss? You step on people. You always have.” Alexander leaned in. “Names.” Mark spat blood. “Go to hell.” Alexander pulled him away from the wall, slammed him back again. Harder. “Names.” Mark’s eyes flicked to Elena. “She knows one.”

He pressed the button on his phone and slid it into his pocket before stepping away from the door and settling down on a sectional on the opposite side of the room from where Dani was pacing, shaking his head all the while. "I knew it. I knew it. When I marked my mate the mark was maybe three quarters the size of the one on your neck. Maybe. Maybe just over half. And that was bigger than any mark I'd seen in this territory. When I saw the mark on your neck, all shiny and new I knew it had to fucking be his." Waylon laughed lightly as he said the last sentence, and Dani could tell that he was more than a little nervous.

I noticed Christian stand up slightly taller at the comment. “Any time Luna.” I said the words trying to keep the anger from my voice “Maybe after one of my training sessions of your pack. As for a mate. I don’t have one, he died.” I state trying to rub some salt into the wound. It is not technically true apparently my real mate is alive and a complete and utter fuck wad but to me he is dead. “I am so sorry to hear that you must be very strong to survive losing your mate after being marked and mated.”

"You know how to hit instead of fainting and bring it to me, I promise you won't do anything bad to him, because bad things have now been done in his company." *** "I'll go to the industrial plant as per your orders, Ituen," said Mark who gave the information that he was going to do his job. and his job was to seize all the weapons that were shipped on the black market. "Yes don't forget about the plans needed by Antony Banner, he is a businessman in the North, Mark you must understand that ...." "They are not legal customers?" asked Mark who already knew what Ituen meant.

When her dress is worth causing a commotion. Sitting by the side, Smiles silently watched them do speech after speech. When it was time for the groom to make a speech, Mark walked up to the stage. He was dressed in a black suit. His black hair is styled behind. "I appreciate everyone who has made it here to celebrate this special day with me…It has always been the day I've anticipated the most and here I am, experiencing it…with the most beautiful and wonderful woman on earth, Xena Willard" He said, extending his hands for Xena to hold. Which she did.

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.