Page 124 of Mark & Don't Tell

A growl builds in my chest, and I bite his neck in protest, hard enough to break skin. Vic grunts and glides his hands to my back. He clutches me against his body and rolls until he’s beneath me and I’m on top of him. Copper tangs against my tongue.

“Fuuuuck, little doe,” he groans.

I bite down harder and glare at the side of his face.

“What’s going on—wait. Is she biting you?” Linc asks with a soft laugh. “Bunny, if you were hungry, you should have told us.”

Not hungry.

Need.

Mark.

Pulling my mouth away from Vic’s neck, I swing around to face Lincoln. “Bite,” I rasp. Something wet drips down my chin.

Lincoln swipes his thumb across my skin, showing me the blood. “You marked Vic.”

“Bite. Now.”

He glances away.

He’s going to deny me too? Before he can say the words, I pounce on him, knocking him over and finding the sensitive flesh of his throat seconds later.

“Mine,” I snarl before biting him too, marking him since they refuse to mark me. They’re mine. Forever.

Lincoln moans beneath me, and I rub my aching core over his cock, slick dripping off me and coating his length. “I think.” Lincoln pants. “She wants. A mark.”

“Well, fuck,” Kai says. “Daria, babe, you never agreed?—”

I release Linc as the same copper tang floods into my mouth.

Blood?

Mine.

Kai is edging closer, eyeing me like I’m going to attack.

My clit throbs. So empty. I writhe in my alpha’s lap, and Linc’s cock slips inside of my wet cunt, fully sheathing with ease. “Mark,” I say around a gasp. “Me.” Linc might be giving me part of what I need, but my eyes are on Kai.

Kai’s lips twitch ever so slightly. “Looks like you’re the one marking people, hmm, baby? What about me?” He tips his head to the side, exposing his bare neck. “I don’t have a mark.”

He should. “My alpha,” I rasp as Linc thrusts deep inside of me.

“That’s right.” He scoots closer, one hand stroking my side. “Would you like to mark me?”

I glance at Vic. His neck is bright red, and a funny little grin is on his face. Everyone will know he’s taken. My gaze moves to Lincoln. His throat has a similar mark. Then my eyes slide to Kai’s noticeably bare skin.

A growl builds in my chest. “Mine.”

“Yours, baby. Why don’t you come mark me?”

I get off of Lincoln. As his cock slips out of me, he groans in protest. I’m on Kai in the next instant, but he’s ready for me, catching me and carefully lowering himself to the bed as my lips trace over his neck.

“Mine,” I say once more before baring down.

“Fuuuck,” Kai moans. “Fuck, that hurts, but it feels good,” he says.

I bite down harder until his blood is on my tongue. Lapping at the wound—no, my mark. My claim. My pack. They’re mine.

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