Page 91 of Four Masked Wolves


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“You’re mine,” he purred against me, his words so much softer that I found myself coming at the mere sound of them. “All mine.”

Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body, my limbs numbing for a few moments. I sighed in relief and slowly came down from the high.

Once we finished, I collapsed onto the ground. Pieces of my abuser’s corpse lay around the small cell, his blood covering my body and soaking into the concrete floor. Thayer picked me up into his arms and pulled me tight to his chest.

“I love you too, Pretty Bird,” he murmured, repeating my words from earlier.

Warmth spread throughout my chest, relaxation washing over me. While I had known it to be true all along, I loved when he said it, and I loved when he stopped being the psycho Thayer for a few moments of vulnerability with me.

After Thayer walked back up the concrete steps with me, the guards opened the doors for us. Thayer walked out with me clinging to him and headed for the pack house. I desperately needed a shower and sleep after that.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, his face buried into the crook of my neck. “Mine.”

Every word he said, his voice became more and more taut, strained even, feral.

“Wh-what am I?” I whispered, staring up at the blue afternoon sky.

Thayer’s canines grazed against my skin, a low growl coming from his lips. “Mine.”

I rested my head back even further, my inner beast purring at the feel of his canines against my throat. Goosebumps rose on my bare skin, and I shivered in anticipation. Ever since Calder had marked me, I had been aching for another.

“I mean …” I began, keeping my voice steady even though it was trembling hard. “What kind of monster am I?”

“You’re not a monster,” Thayer murmured against me, voice tenser. “You’re a Paragon, one of the most magnificent fucking creatures to ever grace this world and a woman who I’m lucky enough to call mine.”

While I had so many questions about what a Paragon was, I couldn’t focus as the tips of his canines pressed into my skin. I inhaled sharply and tensed, anticipating the pure pleasure that would rush through me.

“I’m yours,” I whispered.

As soon as the words left my mouth, Thayer sank his canines into my neck and claimed me.

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Pleasure coursedthrough my body as Thayer’s canines sank deeper and deeper inside me. My legs trembled. I curled my fingers into his muscular shoulders and let out an unsteady breath.

“You … you marked me,” I whispered.

When Thayer pulled away, his teeth were covered in my blood, like mine must’ve been with his earlier. He licked his lips clean, eyes rolling back into his head, then drew his tongue across his mark to close the wound.

He curled his fingers into my body, a small smile stretching across his face. “Yeah, I did. And I should’ve fucking done it sooner. No more pissing off and listening to Calder. You’re my fucking mate, too, and that was the best fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.”

Heart racing, I laid my head on his chest and relaxed against his body. When the pack house came into view, I smiled. Days ago, I had been begging for them to finally mark me, feeling so helpless and lonely. Now, I wore two out of four marks.

“You’re back,” Darius called from the back door. When Thayer stepped closer to him, Darius widened his eyes. “Whoa,” Darius said, staring at me and him with wide eyes. He opened the door wider to let us in and gazed at my neck. “You marked her?”

“Yeah, I fucking did. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. I just …” Darius’s gaze lingered on my neck for a moment longer, an unfamiliar emotion crossing them.

I wanted to ask what it was, but he quickly averted his eyes and closed the door, stepping away to give us room to pass.

Thayer set me down onto my feet in the living room, where Calder and Gaian were chatting about something that must’ve happened at the property borders. When they saw me, Calder stopped speaking entirely.

“What the fuck is that?” Calder asked, his canines extending past his lips as he stared at my neck. His mark might’ve glistened on my other side, but Thayer’s mark was fresh. It was still sinking into my skin, becoming a part of it. Blotchy, bright, and red.

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