It happened so fast. First I was thrashing beneath him, and the next thing I knew his fangs were sinking into my neck biting me.
I scream in pain, the fangs do even deeper causing even much more pain. He stops and starts to lick the area he bit, pleasure shoots through my being like waves of electricity. It makes me feel drunk.
“Mine” he growls, rubbing his nose on mine.
Holy macaroni!!! He just marked me with us bathed in blood, rolled in dirt. That is the most unromantic thing I have ever witnessed or even heard of.
With a displeased groan, I knee him right in the balls, yes in the freaking balls.
“What the fuck Mel?” he groans, rolling on the floor. Serves him right.
“I have the right to be marked with consent” I growled at him. He stands up immediately.
“No you don't. You are mine” he snarls at me.
Unbelievable, the guts of this prick. We will never be able to have that moment again. Don't I deserve a romantic marking huh? I have watched movies and read books where the guys do all kinds of sweet things for the girl before he marks her.
He just ruined my whole fantasy of the marking. I slump to the floor and burst out crying. He took my fantasy away.
“Hey, hey what's wrong? You don't want me to mark you?” he asks, his voice breaking a little.
I look up, fat tears rolling down my cheeks. He looks sad like he thinks I don't want him. I burst out laughing hard with tears streaming down my face. I really don't know if I should cry or laugh.
“I have always wanted you to mark me, but in a romantic way you diplodocus” I shout, kneeling him in the balls again.
“Stop doing that, our future cubs are in there” he groans, glaring at me. I stand up, glaring at him.
“I have read plenty of books, how sweet the male is before he marks the female. He buys her flowers, chocolates, takes her shopping and all sorts. You did not do any of that. You marked me in blood and dirt” I yell, pointing a finger at him. I rush to knee him again, but he runs away.
“This is not a story book you big baby” he yells back, still running around jumping over different dead bodies. I don't jump over them, I jump on them, smashing them to even smaller pieces. They deserve it.
“Stop running, and let me kick your balls” I shout, he looks at me in horror and keeps running. I burst out laughing at this.
“Seriously guys just get a room okay. Some of us don't have a mate yet” one of the twins yelled. Oops, I forgot we have an audience. I stop in my tracks and cough, clearing my throat.
“Hi, my name is Melanie Spane. Thank you for helping us out” I murmur, smiling awkwardly. They both laugh, their teeth sparkling.
“Oh, you think their teeth sparkles eh? What about me?” Bion whispers, he is so close to me.
He kisses my ear, lightly biting it. My whole being goes red. What is wrong with this horndog? Why is he so touchy when I am so dirty and bloody? Oh my gosh!! Does he have a blood kink?
“Ewwww gross, that's just so gross. I do not have a blood kink” he gags, moving away from me immediately.
“I am sure I am not talking out loud. How are you hearing my thoughts?” I groan, jabbing him by the side.
“Because I marked you, when you mark me you will be able to hear mine” he says, smirking.
“Don't you dare think of doing that now” one of the twins says, breaking me from doing it. Damn it, I was actually going to do it.
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THE CURSED QUEEN
Teen Fiction"Your fate hasn't changed. What you saw will come to pass unless you break the curse" he explains moving closer. "How do we do that?" I ask, placing my feet down on the floor I push myself down. "Please tell me. Anything to stop that horror from h...
