All Chapters of Mark Me Yours: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SCOTT -  [I'm outside, you ready?] Rayan saw the notification pop up on his phone and panicked. He'd overslept and was rushing to get presentable. It was never good to keep an alpha waiting. Toothbrush in one hand, phone in the other, he sent back: RAYAN – [Almost. In bathroom. Be down soon.] Not a lie, but sounded better than saying he couldn't drag himself out of bed to get ready on time. This was their third official date, and Rayan wasn't quite used to the change in schedule. The lack of sleep gnawed at him. Their first date was only dinner, since Rayan was tired. The second date was the same, though the pizza at that place beat the Chinese buffet hands down. He really wanted to spend time with Scott, but that was hard to do when he was practically falling asleep at the table! -------------------- Scott turned his car off when he got Rayan's reply. He was going to

Tuesday again, date night! And his grocery shift was finally over! Rayan stored his apron and retrieved his things from his locker. All there was left to do was to catch a quick nap, then it would be time to hang out with Scott again. As difficult as this new addition to his schedule was, Rayan getting used to it. It was tough, but he certainly didn't run out of energy as fast anymore. He checked the time on his phone. The "new text" icon flashed at the top of the screen. Who could have possibly texted him? Mick was bound to be passed out by now, having worked the same overnight shift he did, and Scott wasn't the kind to send stuff out of the blue on a workday. He tapped the notification. SCOTT - [I have to cancel our date. I got strep throat.] Rayan's spirit took a nosedive. Scott’s sick? What was strep throat anyway? He did a quick search on his phone. Every hit indicated it was "painful" and "highly contagious."

"We're almost there, Honey Bun. You nervous?" Scott asked, turning down the car radio. Ever since Rayan used the pet name Tuesday, Scott's been trying a few out on his own, hoping one would stick. "Who, me? Nervous? Why would I be nervous?" "I just noticed you tend to fidget with your collar whenever you're uneasy." Truthfully, that was exactly what Rayan was doing, running his fingers over a slightly uneven spot in the hem. "Do you think they'll like me? What if I don't make a good enough impression?" "Would you believe me if I told you they forbid me from speaking your name again until they got to meet you in person?" Scott smiled. His family had been hounding him to take his boyfriend home since day one. "You look nice today, by the way " Rayan was wearing a grey button-up and black pants. He'd made it a point to go to the thrift stores in the nicer part o

Rayan took another swig of the lukewarm coffee he'd stashed in the kitchen. You could hear the rain coming down over the sound of the sound of the music leaking in from the dining room. It was peak dinner rush, and he was up to his elbows in dishes. The can of food trash nearby competed with the smell of the bleach water in the sink. The dishwashing station was tucked into an out of the way section of the busy kitchen, its own odd sort of haven in the hive of activity. There was no time to rest, however. Two waitresses called for tables to be cleared, and the line cooks were calling for clean pans. After scrubbing the requested cookware, Rayan hoisted his empty black basin and snaked his way through the kitchen. The ambiance in the dining room was completely different. There were soft wood tones everywhere, and the booths and chairs were lushly padded, encouraging patrons to sit and enjoy, and maybe order more food while they were at it. Oh, how he'd love t

Hot... It was so hot... Rayan's heat had started that Sunday. It was now Tuesday, and even though it should be the last day, but it didn't make it any easier. Everything was too warm. The whirring of his room's ventilation system provided an odd background noise as it fought to keep the accumulating pheromones in check. His ass was sore and slimy. His member throbbed uncomfortably in time with his heartbeat. He wanted something inside him... He needed something inside him... He needed Scott inside him... He'd put his pillow in Scott's shirt. Though the scent was fading, it helped so much to be able to bury his face in that tantalizing smell. He had to cum. The only way to get any relief was to cum. Once he came he could sleep a little, until his body's need woke him up again. He could never get his fingers to go deep enough. They slid in and out of his ass easily thanks to the lubricant he was producing, but they just co