I’ve heard of the mate’s mark, but when Julian didn’t bite my neck, I assumed it was just a myth. The spot under my ear has been tingling like crazy since I first saw him, but I thought I got a mosquito bite or something. Now, I know… my mate’s mark belongs there.
“Then mark me,” I tell him.
His eyes snap onto mine and I can almost see the bear inside him, watching me. I can feel his protective gaze, letting me know that he won’t let anything bad happen to me ever again.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers and his eyes return to Julian with all of the anguish and suffering I’ve been seeing in them all morning. “But I desperately want my mark on you. I won’t be able to breathe if I have to watch you walking around other men without my imprint on your neck. I want any man who crosses you to know that you belong to me. That you’re Julian Bowen’s girl.”
“I’m not interested in any other men,” I tell him. “If that helps.”
He slowly shakes his head. “It doesn’t. I need them to know. I want a warning sign to start ringing in any man’s head who dares to look at you. When my mark is on you, they’ll know.”
“Know what?”
“That I’ll kill them if they touch you.”
I get a shiver as I watch the possessiveness in his eyes. My pussy starts aching as I realize how serious he is, how protective he is. And suddenly, the tingling in my neck starts sending more shivers through my body. I want it. I need it.
“Then mark me, Julian,” I whisper as my pussy burns with need. “I want it just as badly as you do.”
His eyes turn hungry and he looks almost like an animal as he grabs me with his big hands and yanks me around.
I whimper as I grab onto a tree for support as he drops to his knees behind me. He fumbles with my jeans in his big hands and I’m just about to help him when they come sliding down my legs. He yanks my underwear down too and the cool breeze tickles my wet heat, making me moan.
“What are you—oh, shit!” I cry out as he buries his face between my legs and starts devouring me in a frenzy.
I dig my fingertips into the rough tree bark as he sucks hard on my throbbing clit. It’s so intense that I can’t stop crying out and whimpering. His tongue dips into my entrance and then he’s licking his way up between my ass cheeks, making me shiver all over.
“I love your taste,” he growls as he stands up and pushes his hard cock against my ass. “I always want the sweet flavor of your juicy cunt on my tongue.”
His towering erection is wedged between my ass cheeks and he starts thrusting up and down, sliding his shaft over my asshole.
My eyes close. My mouth drops open. Heavy breaths are squeezing out of me as I focus on the intense sensations rocketing through me.
I fucking love this man. He’s it for me and I want to be it for him. I want to be his in every way, including having his mark on my neck where it belongs.
“Oh, Julian,” I gasp as he grabs his dick and presses his large head to my wet hole. I’m so wet that I don’t even mind that he thrusts in with one hard pump of his hips. I grip onto the tree, standing on my toes as he presses all the way inside me, filling me up in the most satisfying way.
“I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock,” he grunts in my ear in a deep voice. “How big do I feel?”
“So fucking big,” I moan as I push back against him. “You’re so deep.”
He grips my neck with his large powerful hand as he starts thrusting in and out of me. I love this. I can’t believe I lived for nineteen years without this man’s cock. I’m not sure if I can go one day without it now.
I grab my hair and move it away from my neck, tempting him as I tilt my head to the side to expose my tingling skin.
His grunts become deeper. Even the feel of his hands on me changes. It feels primitive. Almost feral as he fucks me harder than ever before.
My pussy erupts on his cock and the heat overtakes me in a vicious orgasm that’s so sudden and so damn good. I’m coating his huge dick with my juices as he presses my body against his massive chest.
I feel his muscles growing, his chest expanding, his cock thickening as I try to breathe through the intense bliss.
I glance over my shoulder at him, but my eyes are watering and my eyesight is blurry. It looks like he’s mid-phase. His hungry demanding bear is close to the surface.