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"Yours," I finally admitted.
He let out a growl as he came, my body pulsing around his, my walls squeezing his cock hard. I felt that growl against my skin, through his body. His teeth sank into my throat, and my hips rocked up desperately.
I came so hard that stars burst, and I clung to him desperately even as his teeth savaged my throat, biting down hard. Just for a second, the pain was bright and blinding as the orgasm, then it faded. Pleasure rushed through my body.
Then the sense of something…strange.
I'd felt that pleasure before, that heady, filled, completed feeling.
Stone just fucking marked me.
CHAPTER39
Stone
The markson Amelia's shoulders were mirrored now, though my bite looked savage and raw and nothing like the beautiful dark rune of Brennan's tattoo. Blood trickled from one corner of the wound I'd bitten, and all I wanted to do was lick it away, but I held myself still.
New marks always just looked like bites. It took time for them to heal and form the distinct symbol of a mark... if it ever would.
How had I done that to her?
She stared up at me, her lips parting. I couldn't read the expression on her face as she stared up at me.
I stepped into my jeans, my belt jangling as I drew them over my hips. "I'll be back soon. With Shaw, as promised."
She turned her back on me, gazing through the windows.
"You didn't ask me if I wanted your mark, Stone."
"No. I didn't." Guilt twisted like a knife in my gut. "We can talk about it when I get back."
Maybe by then, I could make sense of the complicated feelings warring inside me.
Because the thought of my mark on Amelia's shoulder brought nothing but pride for me. I wanted her to be mine, and I wanted everyone to know. I regretted that I had marked her recklessly, though. I had to get out of the room before she saw my sense of pride. My desire. My need.
"Are you going to apologize?"
"You told me it doesn't matter if I apologize. So, no. I'll show you." I held out an arm to her. "I'll take you back to your room."
"I need to shower off your scent before I go back to Dylan," she said. "I'm going to stay in your room until I'm ready."
I was reluctant to leave her in my bedroom, the one sacred space where I didn't have to be alpha. The room still carried traces of the man I'd been before. The room looked plain on the surface: dark antique furniture--with bed posts I'd love to chain Amelia to--and little on the walls but framed art photographs of idyllic nature scenes. The desktop was all but empty, every surface minimal: a lamp and leather-covered Kindle on my nightstand, a leather tray that held my watch and wallet on the dresser. The only clue to the secrets hidden in one of the dresser drawers was the pen I'd left tossed on the second bureau of drawers. But if she searched my room, she'd find my photos, my journals.
I nodded and left without another word. It was better this way, to give her space and time to process what had just happened between us. To think about the new mark that now marred her skin.
I had to get to where Shaw was casing the Weston pack because he went in after the alpha's second--or the alpha if he could get him. We needed a clean extraction. Information, not full-out war.
As I made my way to the door, my mind raced with thoughts of Amelia. The way she looked at me with those piercing blue eyes, so full of emotion and yet so unreadable. The way her skin felt under my touch, soft and warm, yet somehow fragile. And most of all, the way her blood tasted on my lips when I marked her, sweet and salty and irresistible. It had been even better than the citrus taste of her cum as she writhed around my tongue.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and focused on the task at hand. Finding Shaw, extracting the prisoner we needed, and getting out before things got messy. This was what I was good at. This was what I was trained for. And yet, as I entered the dimly lit garage, I couldn't shake the feeling something had changed.
I couldn't take my armored car, given what Shaw and Liam had done to it. It wouldn't have blended in anyway. Instead, I chose the keys of a black Porsche that had been sitting in the corner. It was sleek and fast, and I knew it would get me to the Weston pack's territory in record time.
As I started the car and pulled out of the garage, I imagined what would happen if Amelia was still be in my room when I got back. Would she be waiting for me, ready to talk about what had happened between us? Or would she have left, unable to handle the weight of the new mark on her skin?
The drive was quick and uneventful, and I arrived at the Weston pack's territory within the hour. Shaw was waiting for me, his face tense as he hurriedly got into the passenger seat.
"What's the plan?" I asked him as I revved the engine and pulled onto the road.
