Page 125 of Mark & Don't Tell

And no one will ever come between us.

The next time I wake up, I’m too hot. Lincoln cradles me to his chest, and Kai is pressed against my back. Vic is on the other side of Lincoln, snoring. All three of them are fast asleep. Oblivious to how fucking hot it is.

Or how sore I am.

My ass feels like it’s been filled . . . a lot.

My pussy is sore.

The back of my throat tastes like cum. So much cum.

And my legs are, frankly, disgusting. Dried sex coats the insides, flaking off when I move. Sweat drips down my spine, but all I can smell in my nest is sex in the air. I need a shower.

How many days has it been?

My hair is definitely fucked.

Fuck. My hair. I bring my hands to my curls and my eyebrows jump in surprise when I find braids. Wasn’t my hair down? Frowning, I try to remember, but it’s all a blur. A yawn pulls my jaw wide, and Lincoln’s eyes crack open.

“Hey, bunny,” he purrs, moving one hand down to grip my ass. “You’re awake.”

I smile. “Yeah.”

Stretching, he arches his back, only to reveal a violent-looking mark on his throat. A heavy gasp tumbles out of me.

“Oh my god. What happened?”

“Mmm.” Lincoln runs his fingers over the indents. Teeth marks? “That was all you.”

My hand covers my mouth. There’s definitely dried blood on that bite, and it’s bruised to hell. “I did that?”

“You did,” he says with a smirk. Is he smug? That’s definitely a smug smile, right? Or at the very least, it’s cocky.

“You’re not mad?”

“Nope,” he says, tugging me closer. “You’re very cute when you get growly and possessive.”

I shake my head. “I don’t understand. Why would I mark you?” Wait. Did they mark me? My hand slips from my mouth to my throat, and I frown. I don’t feel anything.

“You were demanding marks, and when we said no?—”

“You took matters into your own hand,” Kai says from behind me, nuzzling my neck. “You were very insistent.”

They didn’t mark me, and I asked? My chest clenches. Does that mean they don’t want to?

“You drew blood.” Vic props himself up on his elbow and smiles at me. “You’re a vicious little thing.”

Heart in a vise, I try to hide my disappointment by resting my forehead against Lincoln’s chest. “I’m so sorry.”

Why wouldn’t they claim me?

“Don’t be sorry,” they all say at once.

Are they not as serious about this as I am? We moved in together. We’re scent matches.

Eyes watering, I try to hide my pathetic sniff, but Lincoln and Kai both go rigid.

“Daria?” Kai asks, rubbing my back. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

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