Bite me.
Bite me.
Bite me.
“Do you have any idea how tempting you are?” he asked against my throat. “Practically begging me to sink my teeth in and really make you mine.”
“I am,” I whined. “I need to be yours, please.”
His growl shook something in my soul. “Oh final girl, I’ll make you mine. A better alpha might wait until you’re not drunk dazed on sex, but I’m not better, I’m much worse.”
He pushed into me to the knot before sinking his teeth into my neck.
My pupils blew wide, and my entire body seized as the connection formed between us. Marcus didn’t let go, as if making sure his mark stuck. He began pushing in, his intention to knot me clear.
He was big, so big for a few moments, I was sure his knot would never fully go in.
As he finally released my neck, he began licking me. “Don’t worry fuckdoll, it’ll fit perfectly. You were made to take me. Just relax.”
It was as if he read my mind. And to prove himself right, he thrusted one more time, and his knot locked us firmly in place.
My cunt tightened around him as my orgasm took hold, pulling me down to its depths. Every sense felt heightened as I clung to Marcus.
My mate.
My pack.
Marcus’ hips finally stuttered as he came, filling me deep inside.
As we finished, he sagged into the bed, shifting me with him to the side so he didn’t squish me.
I stared up at him in disbelief. We were bonded, mated for life. The thought was thrilling, yet also a bit nerve-racking. We hadn’t talked to everyone yet, much less Joon, who he was already bonded to. How would he take it?
Marcus shushed me, and I looked up at him. “I didn’t say anything.”
“No,” he agreed, “but you’re saying a lot here.” He poked me in the forehead. “Stop worrying. I know everyone else has stillbeen acting under the guise of this contract, but no one intended to stick by it. Not even Joon.”
Though I wasn’t fully convinced, I tried to trust him. It was obvious this pack cared for each other, and they wouldn’t risk each other.
“I will say, I finally understand Cameo,” he said with a chuckle.
“How’s that?” I asked.
His hand reached down, rubbing against my belly. “The idea I could have already got my omega pregnant has me fucking dizzy.”
I bit into my lip. That was a possibility. One that I was now a part of.
I leaned into Marcus once more. “I love you.”
He kissed my forehead. “I love you too, final girl.”
It was moredifficult than I anticipated to parse out the difference between a pink T-shirt made in 2004 and a pink T-shirt made in 2024, given they were, largely, the exact same fucking thing. Still, I persevered through the dregs of several secondhand clothing websites, looking for a replica of a top that Eva had posted herself wearing a few weeks ago.
Sure, I could’ve assigned this extremely tedious task to someone else, but while my scripts were running, there wasn’t much hands-on work for me to do.
It was simple, really. The bot crawled Eva’s donation data and messages, hunting for IP addresses that were within a reasonable enough radius for the user to swing by her place and ransack it. Of course, if the dead man happened to be smart enough to use a VPN, it would do a half-decent job of throwing me off their tracks—if only temporarily. But I wasn’t worried about that right now.
No, I was worried about whether or not the T-shirt in Eva’s photo and the one in this listing were the same based on a partial logo at the hip and a specific stitching around the collar.
