Mohawk Mark Harem Novels & Stories

Aiming the tip of rifle at Mark Devis's forehead, I threateningly asked," Why the fuck you refused to sign a deal with Mcadam corporation?" For a few seconds, Mark kept quiet, staring down at the ground. His thick blood dripped off his cracked forehead, dirtying the area he was sitting. I removed my rifle from his forehead and squatted in front of him. Cupping his bleeding chin in my right hand, forcing him to look at me. " Are you fucking dumb? I hate quiet ones." That's when mimicking Mark's tone enraged me. " So you're the infamous Mafia Boss of DarZ group. Xavier Hill who is in reality Ceo Caspar Mcadam," Mark chuckled.

I laid my head on his chest before he smelled my hair and I smiled, seeing his cock jump, and I took it in my hand, giving him a hand job until he awoke and we made love all over again. Johrir had left to go to his job and dropping our sons off at school, I asked Domar to stop by at our hideout so I could get reports. The last thing he told me was that she wasn't into her husband anymore and I wanted to be sure. After my brief meeting with Domar and his partner, he assured me he was getting married and everything had worked according to plan. My coven marks are signs of who was in my coven, whether by force or willingly, they will stay loyal or they will be killed. Those who were born into t

The Hare who'd kicked him was massive and had both a sword and pistol in his sash. Of all the mistakes he could have made, Liam could only guess how colossal this one was. Though he knew nothing of pirate flags, if they were a sacred symbol, he had done something no Hare pirate would forgive. As a Martelli, he understood more than the Hare could possibly realize. Power was about appearance and he had destroyed their power symbol. Liam knew he was screwed if he didn't think fast and move even faster. As the fuming Hare descended on him, he waited til he got close enough to kick him again and made a desperate grab for the Hare's pistol. His paw grasped a handle and he sprinted away feeling vic

Dark hair, sharp eyes, jacket open; he’d been with me long enough to know when I was lying. “You sure about that, boss?” he asked. “Symbol lights up, you touch it, you get branded. Doesn’t exactly scream ‘nothing’ to me.” “Keep your eyes on the road,” I replied. “I am.” He wasn’t. Not entirely. None of us had expected the Mark to react like that. We’d seen sketches, blurry photos smuggled out by the undercover asset I’d planted in the sect months ago. Some cultists had symbols tattooed on them, carved into the walls, painted in blood.

Chapter 18 It was real. Aurora stood frozen, staring at the strange red mark burned into Liam’s chest. A twisted “R” with wings, like it had been seared into his skin long ago. She reached out without thinking, her fingers barely grazing the scar. It was raised. Old. Permanent. Liam didn’t flinch. He just stood there, watching her with tired eyes. “You were marked,” she whispered. “Like property.” He slowly pulled his shirt back down. “That’s what happens when you belong to the Crimson Sons.”

He fucked me slow and possessive, his eyes locked on mine the entire time, as if reminding me who I belonged to first. I came twice before he finally emptied himself inside me, marking me as his again. Afterwards, we lay tangled together, his hand gently stroking my hair. “The Harem wants more,” he said quietly. “They’re talking about expanding the circle. Introducing new regular Daddies. Bigger parties. They want to see how far you can go with me there to watch and direct.” I felt the Queen stir inside me, a warm, seductive pulse between my legs at the thought.

""Bastion." I raked my hungry eyes down his chiseled features. His tan skin and masculine body had my wolf panting-- Before I even finished observing, he let out a deep growl from his throat, grabbing onto my face and crashing his lips onto mine. I instinctively jumped into his strong arms, wrapping my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me with ease to the back wall. His eyes were deep black, and I could feel that mine were too by the way my wolf growled back at him in response. He didn't bother stopping and instead pushed me against the wallpaper with delightful force. It was as if his wolf was fighting me into submission, his hands tangling in my hair and gripping my @$$ simultan

Right at the center of the main gate stood a single, blazing golden heat-signature that burned far brighter than the rest. Celt Hawkridge. I stared at the screen for three seconds, my lips pressing into a thin line, before I slammed the laptop shut, grabbed my pack, and headed down the stairs to face the wolves.

My wolf keeps chanting in my mind the entire time. Sweat slicks our skin, and her nails digs countlessly into my shoulders as pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter. The base of my cock begins to swell, locking us together in the mating knot. I bite down on the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder, marking her as mine in the way only werewolves can. In the only way I've always wanted to. In the same spot I'd bitten when I turned her.

“You’re sure? Last night, screams were heard coming from your room.” I opened my eyes wide and said, “Did you hear us?” “I don’t. There were some omegas who heard you arguing. But then the angry shouting stopped, so they assumed you had made up.” “My queen, yesterday we marked ourselves with Maddison.” Her eyes widened. “Let me see that mark?” She said it while putting on her glasses, smiling. I unbuttoned my shirt and showed her the collar so she could see it. “It is a quite peculiar mark. It’s like a golden tattoo. Did you see it?”