Page 109 of The Darkest Mark


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Amelia’s voice.

Moving quietly, I went around the corner of the house. The creek spilled out in front of me in a silvery ribbon, and all the stars were out tonight, shining above the pines. But all I could see was the beautiful woman on the balcony—and my brother, shirtless as ever, thrusting into her over and over. Amelia’s face contorted with pleasure; she wore a nightdress but no bra and her breasts bounced in steady rhythm under the crisp cotton.

My cock was hard and aching even as jealousy pulsed through my veins.

Yeah, she certainly seemed like she was broken.

She let out a moan so loud and powerful that seemed to echo through my body. As I watched his hand work furiously against her clit, the way she pushed back greedily against him, I could’ve sworn I could imagine well what it would feel like to have her clenching around me like that, to have her smooth, flushed skin under my palms. I stepped back into the shadows, but I could’ve sworn I could still smell her, the familiar grapefruit scent that hung in the air when she was wet with desire.

Need burnt under my skin. Cursing, needing to get rid of the wild urges that struck me when it came to Amelia, I pulled myself free of my jeans and began to stroke myself in short, hard pumps. Shaw’s breathing was loud, and my own breaths began to match his as Amelia’s delicious sound rose in the air. I wanted to be the one she chose, the one burying himself deep inside her soft, warm pussy, but instead the cold night air brushed my skin as I worked myself hard. As their cries intensified as they tumbled into pleasure together, my cum squirted across the fallen leaves.

It was the first time I’d ever come, then somehow felt fucking worse.

I shifted into the wolf, letting the change overtake me as my bones snapped and shifted. My vision blurred for a second with the transition, and then the world blinked back into existence, clearer and brighter than before. I raised my nose, breathing in the scents, but Amelia's sweet, pungent slick was going to drown me.

It spurred me into movement and I took off running through the forest until I caught a now-familiar scent.

The rogue.

I was always hunting for that damned rogue wolf. It haunted me. Why did he dare to come onto my territory? What did he want?

I began to track the scent. My paws bounded over the rough terrain. Teresa would want me to get backup, but I wasn't afraid.

The scent became clearer, and I picked up speed, hurtling through the forest.

I bounded over a hill, and the rogue loomed large in front of me.

He raised his head and stared at me, his eyes wide. He was a big wolf, maybe even bigger than me, with a dark coat.

I charged at him. He backed up, his lip curling back as he growled at me. But I kept coming, and suddenly, he turned and fled.

I ran faster, my heart pounding with the thrill of the chase. His muscles rippled under his fur, his stride long and powerful, and he seemed to be getting just slightly further away with each pump of his legs.

He bolted through the undergrowth, and I followed.

My paws hit the ground in a steady rhythm, and still, I couldn't get any closer to him.

I chased him into a clearing, and he glanced back at me. His eyes were wide with fear. He was just another wolf. A wolf who was afraid of me. I could take him down.

The ground shook beneath my paws as I closed the distance between us, and he staggered to a stop, whirling to face me.

I leapt for him.

He ducked me, racing away. I whirled to chase him. He'd only been feigning his exhaustion, his fear.

I leapt after him. He moved so swiftly, seamlessly moving into the shadows, and my momentum carried me past him. My side slammed into a tree. Stars burst in front of my eyes and for a second, I couldn't breathe.

I shook myself, gathering my senses, preparing to chase him again.

But he was gone.

The night was empty.

The rogue had vanished completely once again.

I felt defeated and angry as I stalked back to the house. I should stay in my wolf form and sleep out in the forest, but I needed to see Amelia and know she was safe.

Maybe I’d sleep in my own fucking yard like a dog just so I could watch over her. Unreal. My whole life had unraveled since that day I saw her in the smoke. My simple plan to exact revenge for Brennan’s death had turned into an insane urge to protect her.

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