Chapter 122: Marked
Marcus’s lips were warm and insistent, his tongue tracing the curve of her mouth with a gentle yet possessive touch. Mirian’s eyes fluttered closed as she felt herself melting into the kiss, her body responding to Marcus’s with a hunger she couldn’t quite understand.
She was betraying Detroit, she knew that, but at this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care. All that mattered was the feel of Marcus’s lips on hers, the way he pushed her lightly onto her back and loomed over her.
Her heart spiked, heaving as she watched his every move, expectations stuffing her chest.
"You’re mine now, Mirian," he said before leaning down, but not to her lips.
His face hovered over her neck and in the next second, his canine gleamed as they sank into her neck.
Mirian’s eyes widened in horror as she felt a searing pain in her neck, followed by a wave of heat that spread through her body. She tried to push Marcus away, but he was too strong, his grip on her unyielding.
"No, Marcus, please!" she begged, her voice shaking with fear. But Marcus didn’t stop, his teeth sinking deeper into her neck as the pain of the bonding shot through her, suppressing the heat.
Mirian hissed, her claws digging into his flesh as she held him tightly. The pain was severe, more painful than what she felt when she was rejected.
But being marked wasn’t supposed to be this painful. Why was hers this...