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Being marked? My eyes widened. “No. No way are we doing that. You will regret it.”

He kneeled back up. “I’m not changing my mind, Allie.”

“You aren’t marking me.” Having sex with him was going to be hard enough to deal with when he decided to go back to ignoring me. “I can’t handle that, Zane. You marking me as yours and then…”

“I’m not changing my mind.” He hovered over me. “I love you. I want you, and I need to mark you as mine. I want my mark on you for the rest of your life.”

I started biting my lip. It was a bad idea. Such a bad idea. How the hell was I going to be able to leave if he marked me? I knew the answer to that.

I couldn’t leave.

Was that his angle? To ensure I would forever be wanting him? Never being able to leave him? If he marked me, I couldn’t leave him.

‘That’s only if you mark me, sweetheart. I’m asking to mark you. Not for you to mark me.’

He was right. My eyes widened. He would be committing to me. Not me to him. That would only happen if I marked him. His connection to me would be stronger. His need for me would be undeniable. He couldn’t just turn his back on me, even if he wanted to.

“You don’t have to do it, just to prove to me, you won’t you know, um, ignore me again.” I started speaking, but the words were failing me. What he was willing to do was, well, it was unbelievable; that Zane Harris wanted to commit to me.

It would physically kill him if I did choose to leave. He would never get over that, and yet he was willing to do that? To risk that? When I hadn’t promised I would stay? Was he insane? I looked at him as if he was.

“Allie, let me mark you?” he spoke, his words swirling around my face, the need in them was pulling on my heart. I wanted to please him. I wanted to give him what he needed, what he wanted.

“You really want to do this?” I looked him in the eye, ignoring how it was sending waves of pleasure all over my body, knowing my mate didn’t just want to acknowledge me but wanted to claim me. Stating to the world I was his.

“Yes.” He kissed my lips. “But it’s going to hurt you which is why I was thinking,” he started kissing down my neck, that “We should try and numb it with pleasure.”

Pleasure. I liked the sound of that. I would take a big dose of pleasure. Pleasured by Zane. Could anything get more perfect? I nodded liking that plan.

“So, skin on skin, and I mark you as soon as I enter you?” Zane said, confirming the plan while planting soft kisses over my chest.

“You’re in charge, Zane,” I said breathless, lost in his kisses.

“I think I could get used to hearing that from you.” He pulled away from me smirking. “Where do you want your mark?” He kissed the top of my breast. “Somewhere where I’ll only see it or,” he kissed my collarbone, “Somewhere where everyone will see it?”

“You pick.”

“You don’t care?”

I shook my head.

He grinned. “In that case, we are going with where everyone can see it.” He kissed the base of my neck. “You ready?”

I suddenly felt nervous, but I nodded my head. Surely it wasn’t that painful?

“Remember we are numbing it with pleasure, sweetheart.” He kissed my lips as if he knew I was suddenly panicking about the pain. “You ready?” He positioned himself in between my legs, and I could feel him, with one thrust he would be inside.

He kissed the base of my neck again.

I was so ready for this. I nodded my head and as soon as I did, his teeth pierced my skin, but at the same time, he thrust into me, making my back arch.

It was like a piercing hot poker rod was put through the base of my neck. I inhaled sharply in pain. My body so consumed by it, it took a second for the pleasure to kick in, but it did. Zane was literally fucking the pain out of me.

He started sucking my mark, and it was like having every nerve electrified. He was thrusting into me with such possession. Pushing me closer and closer. He was still sucking on my mark, and it was indescribable. How incredible it felt.

‘You alright, sweetheart?’

“God yes.” I knew instantly what I wanted to do. Normally I would weigh a pro and con list. I’m even sure Zane and my’s history would flash in my head, reminding me of all the reasons why I shouldn’t do what I was about to.