Yeri Mark Novels & Stories

I interrupted him directly, "No! I won't go back with you. This is my home. Also, I already have a mate. Stop bothering me." James abruptly looked at me, his pupils widening in shock. "What did you say?" Ryan strode over and took my hand calmly. The scent of his mark on me emanated undisguisedly. "Alpha, today is a big day in which Emma and I become mates. I won't hold your nonsense against you, but please leave our house immediately." James was stunned for a moment before answering, "This joke isn't funny at all." "I'm not joking, Alpha James. Ryan has marked me. We're mates now."

Zack drew Lilith into his embrace and led her into his house. He tried to study her facial expressions and it was something that he didn't like. He saw the way she used to stare at Isaac and that was nothing that he wanted more than for Lilith to do the same to him. " Make yourself comfortable this is your new–" " Let's talk about the Mating mark, I still have Isaac's mark on me, I would like to get rid of it," Lilith said interrupting what he was he was about to say. " There's only one way for a mating mark to be removed, another wolf has to mark you."

“Louder this time. The walls listen.” I swallowed. “Our bodies are vessels,” I recited, voice obedient, familiar words scraping my throat. “Our blood is borrowed. Our breaths are offerings. We are the chosen keepers of the Mark, the last gate between this world and the hunger beneath it.” “And the Mark?” she prompted. The skin on my left shoulder prickled as if it heard her. “The Mark is not a curse,” I said. “The Mark is the seal.” Mother Elara’s gaze softened, but not with affection. With reverence. With fear.

But then his mother's voice fell softly on his ears as he closed the carton of his greasy obsession, he exhaled as he nodded. "How are you, honey?" He said after a long pause, reaching for her frail hands. "I'm fine, now" NOW RENNÈ, PARIS. “Man identified from the Zur-“ Zachary’s mum had hoped in his front, turning off the news then she exhaled suspiciously. “You need to relax-“ She stretched before a pause. “Why did you do that?” He asked and she scoffed, her arms on her hips. “Do what?”

I reach down and grip her hair in my hand. “What’s your safe word?” I ask. I need her to know it, and use it if she needs me to stop because what I’m going to do to her throat isn’t going to be gentle. Kacie looks back up at me, “Markov,” she says boldly. Fuck. I drop my briefs and she leans in and runs her tongue across my tip. She licks up my precum and there’s a string of it between my tip and her tongue. I won’t last that long with her. She runs her tongue up the underside of my cock up to the swell of my fat tip.

Yuri asked. “I didn’t say that,” she said. “If you think I will stand by, you are mistaken. I will stick him on you.” “I think I don’t need to be told twice,” Mark said. “You will really stand by and let us be friends?” Yuri said with a smile. “Friends. You have an interesting thought process, Yuri. But you can be friends with her.” she said. “Wait, you are okay with this?” Mark asked. “They can be friends,” she said. “Now help him bring the stuff downstairs.”

"Now, if you won't wear the black dress, how about this?" She pulled out a dark green top I'd forgotten I owned—fitted but not too tight, with a neckline that was flattering without being revealing. Paired with my good jeans and the ankle boots Erin had convinced me to buy last month, it was actually perfect. "See?" Erin grinned triumphantly. "I know what I'm doing." An hour later, I was sitting at my vanity while Erin worked on my makeup. She'd already done her own—dramatic winged eyeliner and deep red lipstick that somehow looked effortlessly cool on her.

Rayan looked a little apprehensive next to him in the car, holding the supplies tight. Scott got out and opened the door for him, and they walked side by side to the monument. "Can I confess something?" Rayan asked. "Of course." "I don't remember where they are here... I was only here once, and that was well over three years ago." Scott leaned over and gave Rayan a reassuring kiss on the cheek. After confirming names, he suggested starting at opposite ends of the wall to look for the marker. It was Scott who found it first. The plaque was nearly eight feet off the ground, its vase was empty. He called Rayan over.

Eris whispered. Her finger trailed down Aria’s chest. “I can’t take you the normal way. But I know how. I know how to mark you… in a way none of them can.” Aria’s cheeks burned. “W - what do you need me to do?” she asked, voice fragile. “Be mine,” Eris said. “Be very… very stimulated, my love.” Aria gasped as Eris kissed her again, deeper now — tongue curling against hers, slow and wet and consuming. Eris’s lips moved to her ear, teeth grazing the lobe, breath hot. She nibbled, licked, bit softly.

I struggled to separate from Henry but his other arm held me in place no matter how much I struggled. "Let go!" I insisted, only then did he let go. "You...you marked me!" I shouted in horror, "how is that possible? No ritual was done!" "It's a temporary marking alpha can give. It will let me know where you are," he said. "Why? Why Mark me at all?" "So I can make sure he stays away from you. I am easily jealous," he said and my face went red.