The Blackwell Claim
god, he couldn't even imagine the sensation.
"Ever ridden a man before, ghost?" Gideon’s breath was hot against Timothy’s ear.
Timothy shook his head, his hair damp with sweat.
"Ever been taken from the back?"
"No."
Gideon nipped at Timothy's earlobe, his teeth grazing the skin. "That's how I’m going to claim you. I’m going to bite you right here," he said, tracing the line where Timothy’s shoulder met his neck. "The scar won't fade. You’ll carry the Blackwell brand for everyone in Saati Town to see."