He retracted his teeth from me, slightly licking up the blood he had caused to spill out over my shoulder.
He regarded my shoulder, looking at the mark intently, the smugness in his look fading and being replaced with a look of displeasure.
Because, just as his resolve was fading away, so was the mark he'd just made.
The smaller punctures already healing and leaving no trace behind.
He looked annoyed, and yet, not too surprised, like he knew this would happen, but still wanted to try his luck anyway.
Letting out an angry snarl, he turned to Damon.
Damon, who had his eyes trained on the receding failed attempt at a mark, looked back at Jax.
"You know I could kill you right now?" Jax said standing up and facing him again.
"Then why don't you?" He had a straight lo
