The Forbidden Mark

Who Am I

God there's so much blood. There isn't supposed to be blood, is there? Oh God and it's sticking to the blankets... Ugh. OMG!

It was getting pretty hard not to freak as I delicately peeled the cloth from my wounds, opening some of the freshly sealed scabs and mingling my new mark with drivlettes of fresh scarlet blood. Mechanically I got out of bed to sit in front of the mirror, staring at this perfect stranger on the other side. Shock took over as I caressed the curve of my new mark, smearing blood along the trail of my fingertips. Disbelief mixed with a heavy dose of surrealism gazed back at me as a small smile grew on those lips.

Did I truly meet our Goddess?...

"OH my good God what have you done!"

My eyes snapped from the glorious stranger to my mother in the door way, a look of sheer terror plastered onto her face. She was speechless for countless precious moments, her breath becoming labored and panicked.

"-N no, what did you- how did you-. Dear Goddess the blood..."

I remained perfectly statuesque as my mother, transfixed on the grotesque visage upon my chest, slowly stepped closer. Slowly placing a gentle hand on my blood smeared, tender skin. I could tell when she couldn't wipe the mark away that a million questions ran past her thoughts, yet was unable to articulate a single sylabol.

It looked as though I had tattooed myself in the image of a mark. Though she knew that I was unable to have done so, due to being bed-bound this entire time. However, the were-people did not bleed when they received their mark. It would simply appear when appropriate. Not to mention the location and symbolism of it was not anything common in the pack structure.

What a quandary was this...

After a few moments of internal interrogation, she touched my forehead and cheeks, noticing the fever had dissipated. Breathing a sigh of relief she told me to get cleaned up as much as possible and she'll bring in some food in a bit.

Reluctantly I agreed and followed her out to the bathroom. Washing my blood sweat and metaphorical tears from my skin, I felt instantly better as I stepped into some crisp clean clothes.

" You go ahead and eat now my dear," Mom crooned, placing a plate of fried rice and meatballs in front of my ravenous self. "I'm gonna be in my office reading up on... well, that." She stated as she disappeared downstairs.

I polished off my plate in 3 minutes flat and found myself plopping in front of the big screen, tuning in to my favorite Jane Austen adaptation. Realizing much later that it was already Tuesday afternoon.

Well s**t-monkeys, I've been out for five damn days...

Cursing silently that I still haven't even started my health class essay, never mind the heaps of homework I most likely have from my AP classes. Man, sometime it sucks being so smart.

Not even a second later the door bell jingles through the house, attacking my apparently tender nerves. Grumbling all the way to the door, the door cannonballs open to a set of very uneasy, very surprised spring green eyes.

"Holy crap, I'm so sorry Jack!" I exclaimed after realizing my dumb-assery. I could of kicked my own ass at that moment, but was more curious on what he held in his big strong hands. The embarrassed expression on his cute chiseled face made me wanna smirk like a moron, but to even my surprise, I withheld the urge. If just barely.

"... Yeh, the councelor wanted you to have your homework... well, wanted me to give it to you... um, yah here." He muttered, cheeks a deliciously lobster red as he stared off into the bushes to my right. Aww, how cute...

"Thank you very much Jack. I really do appreciate it!" I said maybe a bit too excitedly, grabbing my heaping mountain of books from him. Some intoxicating scent took me off guard as we were shuffling with the books. Delicate, rich chocolate, and coffeebeans with spearmint and cedarwood laced into a very heaping hunk-spoon of pure manly musk. Oh my good Lord I wanted to bite him and lick him every-which way. Realizing I was standing right next to him inhaling his very fine self, I snapped my gaze up to his ever-loving piercing eyes and realized he was doing the same.

Oh God, it can't be. Not all on the same day. F*ck I'm too horny to say no to that...

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Jack

Never in a million years would I had ever thought I'd be mated to HER.

The scent of lemon thyme and sage clung to his throat as he pulled in closer. Big beautiful chocolate brown eyes daring me to do the unthinkable as I inched closer to her neck, breathing in perfection as I moved all too slowly to her plump parted lips. How I wanted to feast on those lips and imprint her flesh onto mine. It was beyond any urge or need that had ever crossed over me.

Goddess how I wanted her.

Our breath momentarily intermingled as my lips softly caressed hers. I felt a deep longing groan escape from her as she opened up for me entirely, books long forgotten and scattered amidst our feet as we devoured each other in the most carnal way possible.

Snaking her arms up around my shoulders and raking her fingers sensuasly along my scalp, I had such a hard on I was in danger of exploding right then and there. Holy Jesus, I wanted to lay her there on the deck and claim her for myself as she rubbed herself over my hardness, nibbling at my lip as I tried to get a handle of things. She was 15, a virgin, and definitely not meant for me.

But f*ck I'd take her in a heartbeat if I could.

"Ann?..." A deep male voice muttered dangerously. Oh s**t.

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Ann

OH MY EVER LOVING GOD... DAD.

A murderous growl ripped through my panic as Dad glared with homicidal intent at Jack, teeth bared and eyes glowing a the sea-blue of his wolf.

"Leave her be, Mutt."

A hard lump rested in my throat as I saw the objection in Jack's stance. Glancing at me and seeing the utter embarrassments of what we were caught doing, what more I wanted us to do. Thank God Dad showed up when he did. Relief, I'm sure he saw relief in my eyes as I gazed at the hurt in his.

Respectably Jack slunk away as submissive as he could. Dad being the top Betas that he was, and one of the warriors to the Alpha at that, not many would choose to object to the will of his wolf.

"-Pleased you are well, little cub..." His wolf grumbled as I watched Jack turn the last corner out of sight. "Why are you mating with that-of-mixed-blood... You are too young for such... Too young."

As Dad escorted me inside I could feel myself wishing I was just a puddle of goo on the floor. Big bad wolves think very little of a pile of goo.

"Ann dear, I couldn't find much on- oh darling your home!" Mom exclaimed excitedly at our entrance, immediately catching on to the strain between us two. "... So... How'd your day go...?"

" Would have been a lot better if I hadn't of caught our daughter sucking face with the Brighton by-blow."

Mom's brows shot above her hairline as she turned to me for an explanation. I didn't know what to say. I felt exactly like the young horny teenager that I was and didn't know how to explain to them what the hell had just happened. It was all so very unlike me, so damn impossibly unlike anything I could ever have imagined for all these months and all this time of wondering what it might be like to come across someone I was destined to be with.

" ... Mate. He's my mate." I muttered faintly.

Both parents looked at me dumbfounded, as if I had grown another head. I stared at both of them unflinching and shrugged, I didn't know what the hell either so we were all in the same boat.

"- Well, you did get your mark today dear, so maybe the Goddess decided to give you a helping hand a bit because of it..." Mom said in attempts to an awquard comforting action, patting my arm absentmindedly. At least my Mom must've found some answers on who I was; who I would hopefully become. But as I glanced into her worried and still quizative, confused baby blue eyes, I began to wonder if she would still know me in the end. If she knew what I was to become, and maybe wouldn't accept me in the end.

I felt the rise of excitement radiate from my Dad, yet the trepidation of his wolf's aura almost left me breathless. Whatever it knew, I wished desperately that it could share, but knew that it was dangerous to let them out so freely. Possibly in my case deadly.

I cleared my throat and looked to the ground as I carefully took off the sweater that shielded me from the world. Counting to ten, I took one last baited breath and looked up to the face of my Father. Pale white, eyes fading from brown to wolf-blue, and a repressed snarl that made the hair on the back of my neck dance, I knew that this was trouble. Didn't know exactly how much trouble though.

Slowly I began to back away. No sudden movements, no taunting the wolf-man with an eye dominance tournament, simply one step behind another until I was almost to the patio doors. Nearly hyperventilating, Father held his sanity in check by a thread. Crushing with elongated fingers and claws the very walls holding him upright. This was far beyond danger. One wrong move and I was gonna get torn apart.

An animalistic whine came from my Mom as she whimpered to her mate. Her eyes have gone to wolf as well, deep walnut brown with golden halos pleading with her love to let their cub go.

Father's wolf acquiesced the hunt, instead grabbing hold of his mate as she licked his lips playfully.

OK eww.

I got out of there as stealthily as my pounding heart could manage. Kinda know where that shits leading and just gotta say a real big EWW, I'm Out!