Page 84 of Scavenger's Oath

My breath stutters.

There, on the soft skin of her inner thigh.

Teeth marks. Lightly bruised.

She let Zane mark her too?!

Rage flares hot through me as I see the evidence of her confession.

“You don’t get to wear their scent. Theirmarks,” I snarl. “Not when mine was still fresh on your skin. This body belongs tome.”

Ivy tries to crawl backward toward the bed but doesn’t attempt to cover herself. She’s breathless, cheeks flushed,nipples hardening.

She’s conflicted.

Good. Let her fucking feel it. How much she still wants me, even when she’s scared.

Holding her down, I climb over her like I’m about to devour her whole.

My fingers wrap around her throat again, just enough to hold her still. To remind her what this is.

“You said you weremine, Ivy,” I growl, quieter now, but more dangerous than ever. “Say it again.”

She stares up at me, chest rising and nods. “I’m yours.”

A beat passes and I wait for the feeling to wash over me.

Instead, I hear the voice of my old social worker.“You break everything you touch, boy. That’s why no one wants you.”

Snarling, I grab her thighs and forced them open, reclaiming the ground someone else tried to steal.

Ivy gasps but doesn’t fight me. Her hips twitch, she whispers my name, but she doesn’t stop me.

She wants it.She fucking likes this.Seeing me jealous over her.

Well who am I to deny my girl’s needs?

An idea crosses my mind, and my cock hardens at the thought.

“I’m the only one who gets to fuck this cunt,” I mutter bitterly, more to myself than her. “The only one who gets to ruin it. Only I know what it needs.”

Leaning over her, I yank open my nightstand drawer. Clutter and various weapons fall from the top as I rifle inside. Her legs tremble beneath me, but she doesn’t try to close them while I search. Finally, I find what I’m looking for.

The carved antler handle, heavy and cold.

My first hunting knife. A gift from Phoenix when Ifirst joined the army. I keep it more for sentimentality these days. The grip’s smooth and worn down from years of use, fitting perfectly in my hand.

“Myles?” Ivy squeaks and shudders as she eyes the knife. But she still doesn’t fight me.

She trusts me?

“You don’t get to give this to anyone else,” I growl, dragging the blade between her breasts, over her stomach and down to her glistening pussy. “No fingers. No mouths. Not even objects.”

I flip the blade in my hand and run the rounded handle through her wetness, watching her body jolt. My cock pulses when I see how soaked she makes it.

As a kid, I learnt to mark my stuff by scratching my initials into them so no one else could claim it. I still do it. Guess this isn’t so different.

“I’m the only one that should be touching this cunt. And your body knows it. You’re already dripping, Ivy,” I taunt. “You’re fucking soaked for me.”