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 f**k 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
