Page 11 of His Mark

I swallowed hard, heat twisting low in my belly. “Shut up.”

He did.

But he did it by kissing me harder.

His hand released the hair at the back of my scalp and moved to my waist, fingers dragging over the thin fabric between us, his touch possessive, exploring what belonged to him. The calluses on his palms scraped against my skin, and for a second, I swore I could feel him smirking against my lips.

Cocky bastard.

He knew exactly what he was doing.

Another rumble, primal, raw, revealed his own struggle. He was holding himself back. I could feel it in the way his muscles tensed, in the way his body shook against mine.

The thought made something hot flood through me, a thrill I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

Then his lips left mine, trailing down my jaw, slow and torturous.

His teeth scraped my throat, lingering, like he was debating whether or not to bite.

A warning. A threat. A promise?

My breath came out quicker, uneven now, my pulse hammering beneath his mouth.

Still, he didn’t bite.

Instead, his tongue swiped my throat, slow and purposeful, like he wastastingme.My legs trembled, and I dug my nails into my palms. His teeth grazed me, not quite a bite, just enough to threaten. Just enough to make me dizzy.

“Tell me your name, human,” he growled.

“Fuck. You.”

A dark laugh rolled from him.

“Careful, Wildcat,” he murmured, his deep voice dipping lower. “You might be asking for more than you can handle,” he added, throwing my own words back in my face.

Then he let go of my waist and he began to pull on the zipper of my jacket, sliding it down so slowly that the sound echoed throughout the room.

My heart hammered in my chest, loud and frantic like a quickening drumbeat.

I shouldn’t be letting him do this. I shouldn’t let any wolf do this to me. I’d escaped being bred by the wolves back in the city and right now, there was nothing I wanted more than to be fucked by the one standing in front of me and I couldn’t even see his face.

I should shove him away. Push him back. Make him stop. Do something, anything really.

I did nothing.

Instead, I stood still as he unzipped my jacket all the way, before he pushed it wide open and started to unbutton my shirt, one button at a time until he exposed my bra, then all the way down to my navel. Then, in a quick maneuver, he spun me around and released my wrists, only to yank my shirt and coat off in one swift, practiced move. When I was naked from the waist up but for my bra, he turned me back around and pinned me right back in place with my wrists over my head, using only one strong hand.

It was quite masterful. I hardly even had time to acknowledge what he had done before his mouth was on me again.

He nipped at the base of my throat, and a jolt of pleasure shot through me, straight to my core.

A low sound escaped him, a growl or a groan, I wasn’t sure which. With his free hand he gripped my full breast, his thumb circling my nipple through the fabric of my bra.

I gulped, and his mouth trailed lower, his teeth scraping against the thin material that was the only barrier between my breast and his mouth.

He bit the swell of my breast, just hard enough to sting, and I moaned, squirming against him.

Another chuckle, another slow, deliberate squeeze, and then his teeth scraped lower, his tongue trailing down my sternum.

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