"And you won't mark me as well? How about I reject you, then?"
In an instant, Alastor was on the bed with me. I didn't know how he did it so fast, but he grabbed my face to kiss me. His kiss was frustrated and demanding. But no matter how much sparks he lets me feel against his touch, I'm not budging.
I don't plan to kiss a man who has no balls to make me his and keep me.
I pulled away, "Just say the word, Alastor, and you're free. We both will."
He grabbed my face and made me look at him, and his eyes were frantic as he said, "I will mark you, Phoebe. I plan on having this conversation with you. But not today, babe. Please."
"What the f**k is holding you back?"
"You," he whispered, but was enough so I could hear it, "How can I mark you, Phoebe, when you already bear another mark?"
