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before slamming forward to a stop. He swirled one finger around her clit.
    Frustration boiled in her veins. “Oh . . . fuck . . .
please, let me come . . . .” The slow crawling friction and sudden
concentration of ecstasy as he thrust catapulted her to the crest of orgasm
time and again.
    The pace intensified. She panted and wrenched at the leather
bindings, desperate to find release. He captured her hair and dragged her head
back until she saw his face. The muscles in his jaw flexed. Both of his
nostrils flared and his eyes blazed.
    “Mine. You will be mine. Say it,” he demanded.
    “Yes. I am yours.” Speaking the words aloud felt right and
true. The headboard screeched as the bar her restraints were attached to bent further under the stress of holding her captive. “Mark
me, Jack. Mark—”
    He changed the angle of his thrust and she came with a
scream, her legs dipping toward the bed, and then surging upward and back. The
muscles in her abdomen rippled, intense waves of pleasure reducing her to
quivers. She sagged and collapsed to the sheet.
    He slipped one arm under her waist and yanked her up, not
giving her time to recover, and continued to slam into her, guiding her to meet
his punishing rhythm. Sweat gathered between her shoulder blades.
    He flicked her clit and pinched it as she cried out and
flinched away. A new orgasm rocketed from her pussy and pulled him over the
edge, too, his cum shooting into her. He tasted the base of her neck then bit
down with his short fangs, and punctured the skin. The magic of his wolf blazed
into her aura and blended with hers.
    Their wolves rose, comprised of aural energy, and bathed the
room in purple radiance. The spectral animals rubbed their sides together and
raced in a circle around the walls, glittering streamers of red and blue
painting the air.
    Jack withdrew his teeth, and their wolves exploded into
dazzling sparkles. Her wound tingled and flared with heat.
    They fell to the mattress with him buried inside her, little
trickles of blood running from the wound. His cock softened and he withdrew. He
removed the sex toy and cleaned the blood away using slow swipes of his tongue.
When he finished he released the belt from the headboard with one easy
movement.
    Marked. They were Marked . She explored the brand centered between the four
puncture wounds. The raised tissue felt strange. Marks varied from one couple
to the next, each unique.
    “Mine forever.” Kisses dotted her ear, neck, and mouth.
    “As you are mine.” She twisted of
her hips and snickered at the pained sound he made.
    “Keep it up and I’ll punish you for that.”
    Anticipatory chills ran over her skin at the threat.
    “I look forward to it.”
    Curiosity to see the Mark compelled her to roll over and
examine his solar plexus where his Mark, the twin to hers, would now be forever
imprinted on his skin.
    Two wolves. The larger wolf sat
facing forward in a protective posture over his smaller companion, who lay
curled at his feet asleep. Even the Mark reflected what her wolf had always
known, what she’d finally accepted. Jack represented rest, safety, and home.
    She traced the lines with a whisper light touch. The area of
her Mark smoldered from the magic pulsing in the room. Yes, she’d made the
right choice. This was her home, her mate, her life.
    He gripped her fingers in a light hold and kissed the tips.
    “Jack.”
    “Hmm?”
    Warmth and love coalesced into a knot, and diffused through
her. “Thank you for loving me.”
    “Woman, I never had a chance.” Strong arms coiled around her
torso and hauled her into his crushing grip. “You’re amazing.”
    The warmth radiating from him warmed her body, but the love
spilling into the magic of their bond closed the doors on her memories. This
was what home was.
    This was what being Marked was supposed to be.
     
    THE END
     
     

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