The Forbidden Mark

Left Bare

Ann

I really REALLY hoped I might not see him again so damn soon or like, you know maybe never... but that other little part of me, the one who always has to know the thing about everything wanted to get it sorted. In the case of the rejection side of things, the sooner the better.

"I'm so sorry how I handled that earlier, I just couldn't control myself."

"You and me both." I mumbled, fidgeting hopelessly as I stared hyperfocused at my fingers placed before me. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he seemed to be having the same problem I was with the focusing on anything other than the others sexy face.

"If you wanna reject me you can. I'm ready for it..."

He stared at me in shock, morphing into a heavily offended disbelief as I glanced at him and shrugged my dissent. As much as I could see him wanted to argue that that won't be happening, I could also see the other part of him say that if he doesn't he would be tied to an almost 16 year old nerd. Wisely he held his tongue.

"You're a senior this year aren't you? What're you training for?" I asked purely out of curiosity. His eyes lit with something resembling pride as he got up, taking off his shirt in one smooth motion. The tattoo that ran along his right pectin and over his shoulder was that of a wolf hunting a deer, depicting him as a future Ranger. Caring for the wild animal population and being one of the few to help the young were-people hunt with their wolves the first couple of times. An Alpha, and an impressive one at that.

I had but a moment to soak up those glorious bulging muscles before he put his shirt back on. Why did he have to be so damn sexy!

"OK, so your turn Missy." He stated, elated with the look of hunger I was trying to hide in my eyes. I peered at him innocently, pretending to not know what he meant. A smile curved his lips as the s****l tension hanging in the air began to be tinged with predation. Slowly and carefully he leaned over, gaze unwavering as he whispered in my ear that 'I knew damn well what he meant'.

"Look for yourself." I whispered back, shocking both of us.

His eyes grew even brighter if you could imagine as he dragged me to my feet, examining me from head to toe for a deliciously long minute. First he crouched to my ankles, ever so slowly raising my pantlegs to reveal a possible marking underneith. Leaving a trail of goosebumps along the path of his hot questing fingers.

Nothing there.

Wordlessly he moved higher to the sleeves. I could feel the heat of his palms on mine as he carefully rolled up the sleeves of my sweater, running his fingers over my pulse-points and making me shiver with desire.

After a moment pause, he lifts the hem of my shirt, slowly revealing the tell-tale mark daintily circling my navel and jetting upwards beneath the cloth. My breath stops as he carefully pulls the covering off.

I am now standing there, bared before him. My heart jumping out of my chest. I never knew how much I wanted him to accept me until at that precise moment. He stares at the pendant mark encircling my neck and moving downwards. He appears frozen in time, unsure what to do. I am unsure what to do.

A low growl rips from his lips as he cups my buttox firmly, pulling me closer to his kneeling self and snakes out his hot, wet tongue to my belly, encirculating my flesh and tracing the marked pattern all the way up to the collar bone. He stared at me with those great big vibrant green eyes and I couldn't help but be lost in them as I leaned down and began to devour him as though I was starved.

*******

Jack

I stayed to talk. I didn't really plan to keep the bond for much longer than the next couple minutes. I would explain my situation, and she would understand. We really weren't meant for one another.

Then she said that stupid thing about her being ready to be rejected and I couldn't help but feel a bit offended that she might not want to be with me... Such a dumb-ass sometimes.

Oh and then, she had to mention what Career I was chosen for and damn, couldn't suppress the joy of bragging about that; the significance of the mark.

The instance she said to come find hers, I lost control to my wolf. It pushed me to the back and all I could do was watch and pray it didn't do anything we'd regret.

He began with the legs and arms, surprised beyond measure that nothing was there. Daringly, he lifted the hem and found the circle around the navel, meaning she was to follow the religious path. But it was odd, that there was a northern line connecting it further. Patiently he peeled back the rest of the shirt and dropped it haphazardly behind them. The whole thing encircled her entire clavicle and around her neck. Beautiful and entirely alien, Jack had no idea what it actually meant. Wanted to shrink away from it, abandon it, abandon her.

The wolf snarled internally at Jack and glanced at the woman that was going to be their mate, whether he wanted it or not. No one else can have her. She is ours, and ours alone.