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Chapter 29

Lobo's mouth watered as he leaned closer against Brandon, inhaling soothing sandalwood.

Honestly, the Lycan had no idea why the young Alpha hadn't been snatched up by someone else yet. When he had first encountered the young man, he had expected him to be like the Corrupted he briefly met.

Egotistical. Vicious. Condescending. Domineering.

Lobo had only interacted with those damned Corrupted for a few minutes but his body and surroundings painted a picture he'd never forget.

Plus he doubted he'd ever be able to forget the scent of Sean's distress. It had been so strong, so putrid as it tangled with Jamie's disgust and despair, that Lobo had acted without remorse.

Imagine the Lycan's surprise when Brandon had acted so unlike what Lobo had come to expect. Each interaction, each moment where Lobo's precious family has opened up to the young Alpha, Brandon had accepted them with open arms.

Had protected them on each turn, being a safe haven for Sean and Jamie and treated them with nothing but respect.

Even to him, Brandon had submitted with not a single hint of protest. And with the way the young Alpha was shivering against Lobo, the lycan had a feeling he might like being dominated...

His tongue lapped a path over Brandon's pulse, a smirk pulling at Lobo's lips when he heard the man's breathing hitch.

None of their little community had ever dreamed of being able to mark someone. But if there was anyone in this cruel and vindictive world that deserved their mark, it would have to be Brandon.

A low growl rumbled through Lobo's chest as he angled Brandon's face just right. Giving him access to the supple flesh that would bear his mark.

"Are you sure?" Lobo asked, needing to know that Brandon was certain of his decision. It might be a temporary mark but Lobo was serious about his intentions.

If, no, when Lobo and the others felt more comfortable about what it entailed to make the mark permanent... he would do so.

"Yes."

The response was breathy but clear. There was not a hint of doubt within Brandon's voice, making Lobo's fangs lengthen as he nuzzled against the Alpha's flesh.

"How deep do I need to bite?" The Lycan questioned, not denying his inexperience at all. He wanted to do this right without unnecessary harm to Brandon.

If that meant stepping on his ego by asking questions, he would.

Shakily, Brandon took Lobo's hand and guided it towards the scent glands hidden underneath the skin. "For a mark to settle, you need to bite until you reach one of these glands." Brandon murmured, shivering harder when Lobo gently pressed down until he could feel the small bulb, pulsing against his fingertips.

"There will be some bleeding and pain." Brandon admitted before swallowing. Lobo's eyes followed the gesture with interest before he was once again drawn to Brandon's eyes. "But it'll pass soon."

Lobo responded by licking the spot once more and couldn't help but chuckle when Brandon jumped underneath him. "Relax." He drawled, seeking out the patch of skin that called out to him like a beacon in the dark.

"I am re-fuck!" Brandon's voice hissed in Lobo's ear as the lycan figured he might as well get it over with quickly and bit down.

A low growl rumbled through Lobo's chest when Brandon's fingers subconsciously sank in his hair but he didn't pay the gesture any mind. It was clear the Alpha didn't mean to do it and judging from the hisses and panting breaths, Lobo was causing quite a bit more pain than Brandon with his feasible tugging on Lobo's hair.