TYLER'S MARK

Pleasure coursed through my body as Tyler’s canines sank deeper and deeper inside me. My legs trembled. I curled my fingers into his muscular shoulders and let out an unsteady breath.

“You … you marked me,” I whispered.

When Tyler pulled away, his teeth were covered in my blood, like mine must’ve been with his earlier. He licked his lips clean, eyes rolling back into his head, then drew his tongue across his mark to close the wound.

He curled his fingers into my body, a small smile stretching across his face. “Yeah, I did. And I should’ve fucking done it sooner. No more pissing off and listening to Asher. You’re my fucking mate, too, and that was the best fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Heart racing, I laid my head on his chest and relaxed against his body. When the pack house came into view, I smiled. Days ago, I had been begging for them to finally mark me, feeling so helpless and lonely. Now, I wore two out of four marks.

“You’re back,” Jake called from the back door. When Ty