Page 17 of His Human to Chase

“Again,” My voice is hoarse as she pulls away and smiles down at me.

Skylar has already adorned my neck and shoulders with many, many bites, but I need more. I need there not to be a shadow of a doubt that this beautiful creature has chosen me as her mate even when I almost let harm befall her. She still chooses me, and she wants everyone to know just as much as I want them to know.

“You’ll be one giant bruise if I keep going,” Skylar giggles as she rests her head in the crook of my neck, her lips suckling on a spot that is already tender.

“I am a male adorned with mating marks.” I puff out my chest a bit more, proud I am able to say these things. Even more proud that my mate finds me honorable enough to bear her mark. “I would like a permanent one if my Skylar is willing.”

“Permanent?” She pulls back from me, a single brow raising and a look of mischief in her eyes. My little floof is ferocious, so I know a little bit of blood in her mouth will not sway her away from doing something she truly wants to do.

“Only if you want.”

I stroke her long pale hair and beg that she will say yes to what I am asking. I know it will hurt, but only a bit more than the marks I currently have. The pain is nothing compared to the pride I will feel when I wear them. The devotion my mate feels to me and I to her. Yes, I want a permanent one. No, I want plenty of permanent marks, but I will work on getting one from her for now.

“Oh, I want.” Skylar’s lips tug on mine as she kisses me and grazes her teeth over the swollen spot that she has nipped and bit at multiple times now.

Each time she bites me, it is nothing but pleasure that zaps through my body and causes my cock to need just a bit of friction to release. I’m more surprised I haven’t released all over my leg at this point due to how much pleasure my mate has bestowed on me.

“Bite me hard, little floof.” I cradle her head and guide it down to my neck. I want her to bite the base of my neck hard enough to leave scars on my scales. I want it to be a permanent reminder of who she is to me and what she means to me. “Don’t stop until you taste my blood.”

Skylar’s tongue darts out from between her lips, and she licks the already sensitive scales on my neck. She’s bruised me so much already that no matter where she chooses to mark me permanently, it’s going to ache even more from the bruises she’s already blessed me with.

Her warm breath coats my scales, and then she scrapes her teeth along the base of my neck, causing me to shiver in pleasure. I hiss loudly when she bites down in the same spot she already has, but she doesn’t stop when she bites down as hard as she has on all of the other spots. No, she growls deep in her chest, a sound that shoots straight to my cock, as she clamps her teeth down harder until my scales split and her blunt little teeth pierce me enough to draw blood.

“Thank you,” I groan as my cock twitches, my seed releasing against my thigh without any stimulation. My mate keeps biting down into my neck as though she wants to make sure her teeth marks never fully heal and that the scars mar my neck forever. I throw my head back as another hiss escapes my lips. My human digs her frail claws into my chest as she sinks further into me. “Mark me as yours, please. Let all of them know I belong to my sweet human.”

Skylar doesn’t release my neck until my cock stops twitching and my breathing starts to slow. She is slow about opening her mouth and withdrawing her teeth, and I realize she thinks she has hurt me when that is the farthest thing from what has happened to me.

I grab her chin when she tries to look away from me, my blood running down her chin, dripping onto the scales of my chest. It is the most erotic thing I have ever seen, and it gets my cock back into working order.

“Thank you, little floof,” I say the words quietly, not wanting to spook her after she just showed me such a beastly side of herself.

“Did I hurt you?” Her eyes flicker down to the wound in my neck that is still slowly seeping blood.

I will need to cover it and make sure to wash it out so it doesn’t get infected, but I am more than happy to do these things. I will ensure it heals just as she has pierced me so that her mark forever shines against my scales and her ownership of me is never called into question.

“I released harder than ever before when your teeth sank into me, Skylar.” I am honest with her because she deserves my honesty. Not to mention, I think she will very much enjoy my words since they praise her and her blunt, little teeth and their ability to make me release. “I will want you to mark me more than once. Preferably every time you think you might want to sink those ferocious teeth into my scales.”

Her brows knit together, and she narrows her eyes at me like she doesn’t believe me. “You want me to bite you like that again?”

“Of course,” I roll us so she is on her back, and I am between her legs. My blood drips onto her pale skin, but she does not seem to mind it as I crawl over her and position myself at her entrance. She may have been concerned about how much she hurt me, but her sex weeps for me and wants me deep inside of her. “We will let this mark heal, and then I will want another.”

Skylar’s claws scrape at my chest, her hot mouth licking and suckling at my scales. I wish she could bite me all along my chest as well, but the scales are flat and hard for her to get into her mouth. Oh well, she will have plenty of space on my neck, shoulders, arms, and legs to mark throughout our years together. I expect to be scarred completely by the time we finally pass from this life.

I thrust inside my mate and revel in feeling her clench down around me. I will be quick in our lovemaking, and then we will see about cleaning my mark.

Yril

“You look like you’ve been mauled,” Toron tries to sound irritated with me, but even I can hear the envy in his words. His mate has still not accepted him and is apparently taking her time in doing so. Skylar has told me it is because she is more wary than some of the other females, but it hurts my chest for my brother, who wants nothing more than to have a mate to cherish and care for.

“He has been mauled,” Dath laughs at me as he meets us in Ralleth’s room. His mate has not blessed him with mating marks, but he knows the symbolism in them. I stand even taller in pride, knowing that all of the brothers know the meaning behind my marks and how jealous some of them will be. “I didn’t know a human female could be so fierce.”

“She marked me as mates did long ago. There is nothing wrong with it.” I keep my face neutral even though I want to smile and tell them that my female is the best female because she offers me such an honor as to be marked by her teeth and claimed by her for all to see.

They can all see that I am trying hard not to beam because I am standing much taller than normal, and my chest is puffed out. They ignore me for the most part, mostly because my brother is without his mate still, and so it is unkind for them to make a big deal about my mate treating me so well. It is also why I do not throw it in their face that I have marks and they do not.

“No, nothing wrong with it at all,” Ralleth says, drawing all of our attention away from one another toward him. He asked us to meet him this morning, and now we are all here.

Ralleth’s brother, Rallan, stands next to him, pain and anger in his red eyes as he looks at each of us. Toron, Dath, and I cannot stop our eyes from being red any longer. We are always angry and always have fury just under the surface of our scales. It is soothed by our mates, but it is never enough to have our eyes returning to black. Rallan’s eyes being red means he is more upset about something, and none of us know what it is. Though I could take a guess.

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